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"Neither do I," she repeated, smiling.
He smiled back at her. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you. But I thought we weren't going to talk." She'd barely gotten words out when he bridged the space between them and crushed his mouth against hers.
Chapter Fifteen
The remnants of their dinner fell to the floor as Drew pushed her back against the cushioned bench. She went willingly, wanting everything he had to give. His tongue tangled with hers as he angled his head, making the kiss deeper, hotter, and hungrier. His passion set off the sparks that had been smoldering for weeks, months, more than a year. Every one of her nerve endings was on fire, each one calling out for a touch, a kiss, a caress. The time apart faded away. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow, just now. And now was all she needed.
She thought she could kiss him for hours and still want more, so when Drew raised his head to look at her, she uttered a small protest.
"Downstairs. Bed."
"Up here. Stars," she countered. She liked looking at him in the moonlight, the beams throwing shadows on his strong and handsome face, the desire sparking like gold in his brown eyes. "There's no one else around. Just you and me and the night sky."
She put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back to her. She took the initiative this time, sliding her tongue across the seam of his lips, nipping at the corners of his mouth until he groaned with pleasure and urged her inside. He tasted like wine and strawberries, a delicious mix of heat and sweet.
"You're killing me," he said, with a gasp for air.
"Are you complaining?" she teased.
"Not for a second. But let's get more comfortable."
He grabbed the cushions off the opposite seat and laid them on the deck of the boat, making a soft bed between the benches. Then he pulled her down next to him. She fell on to her knees, facing him. The look he gave her was dark, intense, filled with need, and it was all for her. She'd never felt so wanted.
She took off her jacket and tossed it aside, then pulled her shirt over her head and placed it over the jacket.
Drew's gaze moved to her breasts and the lacy black bra that barely covered them. Her nipples hardened, calling out for a touch, a stroke, and Drew answered that call, cupping both of her breasts with his hands, as he kissed her neck and slid his mouth down along her collarbone and the valley of her breasts. It seemed to take forever for his fingers to flick aside the scrap of lace. And then his tongue touched her nipple, and a shot of desire ran through her body. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
She answered his silent question by unhooking her bra and taking it off. There might be secrets between them, but at least some of the barriers were coming down. She might not be able to give him the truth of her life, but she could give her body and maybe what was left of her heart.
"Beautiful Ria," he murmured. "I've dreamed about this moment for a long time."
"You don't have to dream anymore." She reached for the hem of his shirt and helped him pull it over his head. His chest was broad with a smattering of dark hair that tapered down his muscled abs. She caught her breath at the male perfection. "Now, I'm the one who's dreaming."
He laughed. "I like your chest better."
She smiled as they fell onto the cushions of their makeshift bed. It wasn't long before they stripped off the rest of their clothes and there, under a starry sky, they kissed and caressed and drove each other into a frenzy of need that could only be satisfied by the other. Drew filled the empty spaces in her heart and her soul, making her whole again, and when the climax came, she felt like she'd finally found what she'd searched the globe for, the place that was home. It wasn't a city or a country or a house. It wasn't even the sea. It was Drew. And she was going to hang on to him as long as she could.
* * *
An hour later, the breeze kicked up a notch and Drew went downstairs to grab some blankets. When he came back, he stretched out next to Ria and pulled her into his arms, wrapping the blankets around both of them.
Ria put her head on his chest, and he could smell the shampoo in her hair, the scent that had haunted him for over a year. "Orange blossoms," he said.
"What?" she asked lazily, tracing circles on his chest with her finger.
