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girl from a small town."
"I am a simple Southern girl from a small town. My father runs his business from home and he likes the country."
"Fingers back between your legs, please, We're not leaving until you climax. Tell me every time you reach the edge."
"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, returning her hand to her sex.
As the meal was served, Brittany found herself caught up in the salacious scene, and each time she told him she was nearing her moment, he instructed her to stop. By the time they had finished their main course her eyes were filled with carnal hunger. Ordering Baked Alaska for dessert, Duncan reached across the table and took hold of her free hand.
"When the waiter returns and flambes the meringue, that's when you'll climax. You'll pretend you're reacting to the flames."
"I'm not sure I can pull this off."
"You can, and I'll be right here holding your hand."
The famous dessert arrived, and as it ignited Brittany exclaimed her awe. With the flames taking center stage no-one paid her any attention, except Duncan. When the bluish glow around the meringue began to subside, so did her waves of orgasmic euphoria. The waiter served the slices, but Brittany was too overcome to do anything but sink into her chair and stare at her plate.
"You are fabulous," Duncan whispered. "I'm immensely proud of you."
"I wish I could curl up in your lap right now."
"Soon. Take a mouthful, you'll love it."
Her eyes glittering and her face flushed, she slowly picked up her fork and took a bite.
"Incredible, and this was the tastiest meal I've ever had," then pausing, she added, "Duncan, this is truly one of the best nights of my life."
CHAPTER TEN
When Duncan and Brittany returned to his stateroom and climbed into bed, they made warm, sensuous love, but while Brittany fell into a deep sleep, Duncan was restless, and the following morning he woke with a growing unease. This was not his first shipboard escapade, but it was his first shipboard romance, and he wanted to kick himself. The attraction had been intense from their first meeting and he should have walked away. In just a couple of days they'd be faced with a gut-wrenching goodbye.
"Duncan?"
Her sleepy voice drifted up to him, and rolling over he brought her into his arms.
"I love sleeping with you," she breathed as she nestled against him. "It's the best."
"Me too."
Duncan's head began to spin. Shrouded by a need to protect her and take her further into his dark, decadent world, he knew his feelings would only grow deeper as the days floated by, and he was feeling disingenuous. She saw him as an author and a mysterious romantic, but his life in London as a barrister was courtrooms and cocktail parties.
He suddenly wanted her, and rolling her on her back, his hands roamed across her body, fondling, pinching and teasing. Her moans filled the room, and moving on top of her, he pushed her legs apart with his and slid his cock forcefully forward. Devouring her mouth as he began to thrust, Brittany threw her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with zealous hunger. In just minutes her fervor sent him tumbling into a sudden climax, and letting out a startled cry as her orgasm abruptly exploded, she clutched him urgently, refusing to let him go even after their spasms had dissipated and he'd slipped from her depths.
"Something's wrong," she breathed, "I can feel it. You just made love to me like the ship was going down."
Dropping next to her and pulling her against him, he searched for the words.
"I'm not sure how to say this," he began, uncomfortable with the emotion surging through him. "We're speeding forward, and it's going to come to an abrupt end in only a couple of days."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm worried for you," he muttered, silently adding, for both of us. "If the feelings are this strong already, how much harder will it be when it's time to say goodbye? I think—"
"But you showered me with a fabulous dinner and those beautiful roses," she exclaimed, sitting up and glaring down at him. "You said we should enjoy the time we have. What the hell?"
"I'm simply voicing my concerns, Brittany. You need to calm down."
"No, I won't calm down," she railed, grabbing her pillow and hurling it at him.
