“Oh I apologize I didn’t realize I was that close to your dic—I mean to you.” I caught her sly smirk.
Is Olive fucking with me right now?
I stood there for a minute before I snorted as I bobbed my head and casually poured a generous amount of the wine into her glass. I stepped forward, eliminating the space, and pressed my groin into her ass, placing my free hand on the counter while I set the glass down to fully box her in. I figured I would be the one to throw myself at her since Olive was doing her best at playing coy about the intense connection between us. I leaned down, putting my mouth near her ear. Since it was just us two, there wasn’t a need to whisper, but I took this opportunity to invade more of her space as I took in her sweet, intoxicating scent as I spoke my piece.
“Naw, it’s all good, but just so you know, ain’t a kid in sight stopping me from behaving Olive. Play fair or I’ma handle you and all this ass the way I’ve been dying to do.” I heard her gasp before it sounded as if she stopped breathing altogether.
“Highland, how about we finish the rest of the tour so we can make it to brunch?” Her voice was low, sounding strained, which had me chuckling to myself as I kissed her cheek.
“We can do whatever you want, Olive.” I stepped back half an inch to give Olive enough space to turn right into my arms. For a minute her body tensed, which caught me off guard since the last time we were in this position her body melted into mine.
“Relax, Olive. I know how to handle precious things with care. You’re safe with me.”
I closed my eyes, leaned down, and kissed her forehead this time before I made my way down to kiss her other cheek then lower until I lightly pressed my lips onto hers.
It wasn’t even an hour into our date and yet, here I was, taking a huge leap and kissing her. I waited until Olive’s lips parted, taking my quick peck to the next level, and my god, our slow kiss had me groaning while she moaned into my mouth.
The sweet flavor she possessed landed on my taste buds and my instincts were to wrap my arms around her waist tighter. When Olive’s arms flew around my neck, I knew this could go one of two ways. I could allow whatever to happen, which I knew would lead to me deep inside of her, or I could break this up.
I knew we weren’t there yet.
Is it a we or a you, Highland?
It’s a we, but gotdamn she tastes so fucking good and her lips are so soft and feel good on mine.
Still, Highland this is too much.
While my mind went back and forth, trying to decipher who truly wasn’t ready, Olive made the decision for me as she broke the kiss, breathlessly calling my name.
I opened my eyes to see her browns gazing at me with a look of passion. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one having a problem with wanting to take it there but knowing the timing wasn’t there yet.
“No. You’re right, too fast too soon. I would apologize for my impulsive actions, but baby, it wouldn’t be sincere because I don’t regret tasting you.”
Olive blushed as she tucked her lip between her teeth.
“Of course not. No regrets.” I reached up and used my thumb to free her bottom lip, tracing it lightly.
My mind went to showing her the bedrooms and I opted out of that part of the tour for now. My dick had thoughts that would have me spreading Olive out on the bed in the main stateroom.
I reached for her wine glass and put it into her hand while I grabbed the other so I could lead her to where we could finish in here first then head upstairs.
I cleared my throat as we stepped less than five inches and were at the wheel and the seats.
“And this is the lower bridge or the wheelhouse. Now, typically this room isn’t a part of the salon, but in our case, since the vessel isn’t that big, we share a common space.” I glided her to the captain’s chair directly in front of the steering wheel and the control shift.
Using one hand, Olive touched everything in her viewpoint, stopping at the key.
She then turned to me with so much excitement in her now bright and wide eyes.
“Ooh can I drive the boat?” Her words made me laugh deep as I reached for her hand.
“Have you ever driven one before?” She took a sip of her wine as she shook her head but her smile didn’t falter as she proceeded with the idea of actually playing captain today.
“No, but I’m a fast learner and I’m sure with me being under the care of the best sea captain I could do circles around the island in no time.” I chuckled as I helped her up, then placed her hand into mine, which led to Olive interlocking our hands as we made our way outside and up the stairs to the main bridge.
“Oh my gosh, Highland, this is—wow! Wait, you have two steering wheels. How does that work?”
“This is the flying bridge. The lower one is typical for owners chartering around family and friends. Whereas this one is more appropriate to host parties without getting in the way. Here, take a seat.” I released our hold so I could swivel her chair next to mine. Just like downstairs, Olive’s hands went to work, touching everything.
