“I was just thinking... a man taking me out to dinner would probably put his hand on my back as we walk into a restaurant.”
I feel the change in his breathing against my neck.
“That’s what men do, isn’t it? Guide a woman through a door.”
“Stop.”
“And he’d pull my chair out.” I tilt my head slightly, as though I’m considering it. “And lean in close when it’s loud. His hand might find my knee under the?—”
“Charlotte.”
I smile at the warning in his voice.
“I bet he’d?—”
Dane moves. No hesitation—just both hands on me, lifting me off my feet.
I let out a startled sound as he carries me out of the galley toward the cabin. I grab at his arms, feigning offense, but missing the mark completely.
“Dane—”
“You think this is funny.”
“I think?—”
He drops me onto the bed. I land on my back, bounce once, and look up at him. His mood has shifted exactly the way I wanted it to.
Heat curls low in my stomach, sharp and satisfying.
He stands over me, pulling his shirt off, controlled in a way that says the restraint is costing him.
He reaches down, grips my cover-up, and drags it over my head in one clean motion. It lands somewhere behind him. The bikini goes next, quick and easy, until I’m bare on the bed.
Dane takes his time looking at me.
“Well?” I say. “What do you think about my idea?”
“I think you’re a fucking brat.”
A small smile pulls at my mouth. “I think I’myourfucking brat.”
His gaze sharpens as he pushes his swimmers down, freeing himself, already hard. His hand wraps around his cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes locked on my face.
“Do you think he’d be able to give you this?” He strokes himself again, unhurried. “Would he measure up?”
My mouth goes dry, and I swallow. “He might.”
“He might?” He comes down over me, his mouth finding my jaw, my throat, dragging lower—then stopping, pulling back just enough to make it worse. “That’s interesting.”
“Dane—”
“I’m just thinking about your other man.” His mouth grazes my collarbone. “Very polite of him—opening doors and pulling out chairs for you.”
He trails his mouth down the center of my chest, then pauses again, leaving me there, waiting.
“He’d probably be attentive and considerate.”
His hand slides up my inner thigh then stops just short of where I need it, close enough it almost hurts.
