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“We’re going in this?” I asked.
“It’s going to be great.” Agan helped me aboard before getting the boat ready to leave the dock. The driver brought our things as I walked all around the deck. The boat was big, but not big enough you’d need an entire crew to manage it.
Agan worked, removing the ropes that anchored the boat to the dock. Then he lifted the sails before we were off. He moved with purpose, doing things I couldn’t explain but just watched in awe as he got us going with the sheer force of the wind.
When he was done, he waved me over to the wheel he held on to. I stepped beside him, and he slung an arm over my shoulder. “Not that I want it to end, but how long before we make it to the island?” I inquired.
“It will be longer than if we took a boat with a motor, but worth it.”
I knew nothing about sailing, but once we were far past other boats in the area, for lack of a better word, he put the boat in cruise control and let go of the wheel. “Are you sure about that?” I asked.
His grin was playful. “I’m sure.”
The urge to kiss him finally overtook me. I shifted to face him, got on my toes, and pressed my lips to his.
I’d surprised him as he pulled back and cocked his head to the side. “I thought we were waiting.”
With a grin as bright as the sunshine, I said, “You were. I’m not.”
The arm he’d had slung over my shoulder dropped. His hand found my waist and gripped tight. Then we were both moving closer. His lips found mine again, and I gasped. Every part of my body tingled with sensation. I wanted more. I wanted to be closer. I tugged at his shirt, wanting it gone. We parted long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head, ignoring the buttons.
This was the first time I’d seen him this way, and I was frozen with admiration. The man had well-defined abs, like model-worthy.
“Should I do a little twirl?” His smirk was wide.
Heat grew in my cheeks. That didn’t mean I didn’t give as good as I got. “Yes.”
He winked before doing a slow spin. “You next.”
“How about this instead?” I whipped off my shirt. Though I stood in my bra, he muttered a curse. “That bad?”
“No,” he said in a hoarse whisper as his eyes raked over me. “That good.” Then he stepped forward and cupped my breast and gave a gentle squeeze.
I hadn’t been touched, not like this, in so long, I let out a long moan. His mouth covered mine as his hands explored. I did some of my own, finding his length long and hard.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I let my hand slide up and down with only his shorts keeping me from the prize.
He set my bra free and, with no hesitation, I let my hands drop so the garment could find the deck. Feeling more confident, I unbuttoned my shorts, hooked a thumb in the waistband, and pushed them down. He mirrored my actions, including our undergarments, until we stood there bare before one another.
I made the next move. I stepped forward, got to my tippy-toes, and hungrily kissed him. His hands found my bottom, gripped tight before hiking me up. Taking his lead, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned us and my back ended up against the wheel. It held firm as he moved forward, impossibly closer.
Needing him to move faster, I wiggled my center against his shaft. He let loose a string of unintelligible words as he guided his cock to my opening. We both let out a gasp as he sank deep. Then it was us both moving to reach our eager goal with eyes locked as if we could read each other’s thoughts.
This man was opening my eyes to things I’d never experienced. Every time he hit home, his body connected against my clit and sparked off fireworks inside me.
We came in a rush and, unexpectedly for me, my climax locked my body as waves of pleasure flowed through me. This was a new phenomenon. I’d been drunk my first time and could remember very little. The only other time had been over so fast, I hadn’t gotten to this point. The feeling was so great I opened my mouth and let out a noise of rapture I could never describe. When it was over, I fell into his chest. We were both breathing hard. I was nearly out of breath.
“I meant to take my time with you,” he said.
“Next time,” I managed to utter.
“Sooner than you think,” he said, hoisting me up, and then we were on the move, headed down.
With my mouth on his, I didn’t really get a good look at my surroundings until he laid me on a soft surface. He stood up, and I got a look at a bedroom of sorts. It wasn’t as large as the plane, but we were in the belly of a sailboat. The wood was warm colored and glossy. Our bags were in one corner and the shopping bags were on a dresser built into the wall.
“I’m going to anchor us and then I will be back.”
After he left, I had time to examine my actions. I’d wanted him, yes. But another part of me had wanted to do this before reaching the island. If I hadn’t been good in bed, he couldn’t dump me right away. Since the job wasn’t done that would give me another chance to please him if I hadn’t this time. But he hadn’t looked displeased at all. There had been heat behind his gaze that made my belly do flip-flops in anticipation of his return.
