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He looked down at her, his expression impossible to read. “I’m sure you will, too.”
It was a far cry from the ferry, she thought, as he revved the motor and expertly steered it away from the island. The boat was fast. So fast that it seemed to skim on top of the ocean. She peered over the side, laughing as the water splashed up into her face.
“Careful, you don’t want to fall in,” he muttered, trying not to pay attention to the way her dress was whipping wildly in the breeze, revealing the full expanse of her shapely legs as she leaned forward.
She shrugged carelessly, turning to look at him. “Why not? You’d come and rescue me, wouldn’t you?”
He took his hand off the throttle, and slowed the boat to a stop. “Of course I would.” His voice was thick.
Mikey’s eyes were wide as he began to walk towards her. He lifted her hands from the railing and wrapped them around his back, bringing their bodies into intimate contact. His arousal was obvious, and made her gulp. Slowly, he leaned forward, so that she had no choice but to lean backwards, over the water.
“I would rescue you from anything, anytime.” His promise was made with steely sincerity, but Mikey knew better than to believe him. Smooth words were one thing. He’d made it obvious on numerous occasions that relationships of permanence were not in his future.
She blinked up at him.
She needed saving from herself.
He kissed her with languid exploration. Out here on the ocean, with no one around them, he had the luxury of taking his time. He liked the way she moved beneath him, unable to stop the shaking of her body, and the way it responded to him. He pulled his fingers through her tangled blonde mane, then ran them down her body. Her body that was so delightful in that dress, but even more so without it. He ached to be with her. He needed her.
“Please,” she was whimpering, pulling at his shirt, lifting it out of the top of his pants.
He groaned against her mouth, because he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. He ran a finger down her cheek, then held her face, so that he could try to understand her.
“I want you, Mikey,” he promised. “I would take you right now. But I want it to be special for you.” He grimaced. “The other night, I was... not as gentle as I could have been. I forgot that you are younger than I am.”
“And far less experienced,” she translated, reading between the lines.
“Yes,” he dipped his head in agreement. “I treated you like an equal, and that was wrong. I should have been less demanding. I will be now, if you’re sure.”
In response, she unhooked his belt buckle and pulled it sharply from his waistband. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life. Make love to me, Loucas, please.”
His pupils flared with acceptance, and relief.
He truly wanted to take his time, and explore her, but once he’d kicked his pants and underwear off, and Mikey had hurriedly stepped out of her briefs, he found he had almost no patience.
He pulled her with him to the sun warmed deck, barely taking his lips from her body. He tasted her flesh hungrily, and dug his fingertips into her thighs. “Heaven help me, I’m hungry for you, Arnaki,” he murmured with self-condemnation.
“It’s mutual,” she said through snatched breaths. She pulled at his shirt, lowering him to her, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He stayed where he was, at a distance from her, and she shook her head. “That won’t do.”
With every bit of strength she had, she tightened the grip of her legs, so that his erection tickled her entrance. “Please. I’m begging you, Loucas, make love to me now.”
A hiss escaped his clamped teeth. “You do not need to beg, little lamb. Wild horses couldn’t keep us apart now.”
He kissed her passionately on the lips, and then, slowly, with as much care as he had the power to take, he entered her. His body was attuned to hers, and he held her close while he moved inside her, needing to know his size wasn’t hurting her.
Mikey, not happy with the slow entrance, groaned and arched her back, ramming her hips into his, and taking him inside in his entirety. Her slow, satisfied smile was all the answer he needed. He moaned as he felt her surround him, her muscles tight and wet, completely ready for him. He felt his control waning almost immediately. She was so delectable; she was everything he had fantasised about. He moved slowly at first, and then increased his tempo, leading Mikey on a sensual ride of feeling and release that they both craved.
He had thought her beautiful when she’d orgasmed in his bedroom. Out here, with the ocean breeze making her hair billow like a pale cloud of fairy floss, her skin pale against the gloss deck, her body belonged completely to him, out in the elements; she was an angel sent from heaven. As her muscles clamped his girth and spasmed about him, he released himself with a guttural oath.
His body was heavy on top of hers, and she didn’t care. She ran her fingers up and down his back, her legs still wrapped around him.
Stupidly, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head to shake it away.
Loucas lifted his head and looked down at her. “Hey,” he caught the tear with his finger. “Mikey, you’re crying.”
“I am not,” she retorted shakily. She sighed with contentment and smiled up at him. “That was totally unbelievably amazing.”
He laughed, but his voice wasn’t quite steady when he spoke. “Yes, it was. You are amazing, Arnaki.”
