Page 13 of Shipwrecked Curves


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“Morning, Trouble,” I chuckle.

Have I ever felt so good waking up before? Has it ever felt so right waking up next to another person?

It’s not uncommon for me to spend the night on my boat even though I have a place on the island. I’ve always been drawn to the water and its calming presence. Calming and dangerous, just like the woman in my arms.

She’s a storm on the horizon, one you see coming in and are powerless against. I’ve never wanted to be stuck in the rain without any protection more in my life than I do right now.

“Uh,” she shifts a little in the bed and all it does is press her naked skin against mine causing a groan to leave my lips. “We should probably get back to the marina?” She looks unsure and it’s not something I like to find on her features at all. “I don’t think I rented that little boat for this long.”

My smirk drops and I grip the back of my woman’s head. Her eyes snap to mine and widen as she takes in my features. I’m sure I don’t look nice right now and I’m not going to apologize for it.

“I was serious yesterday, Bristol. Don’t do something like that again,” fear and anger mix in my plea.

When her small hands glide up my chest, I relax and can push away all the thoughts of what could have gone wrong to the side. It’s not easy though. A sand bar was the mildest problem she could have come up against.

“I won’t,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Last night I couldn’t get enough of her. I made love to my woman over and over again, needing to feel her, needing to assure myself that she was there in front of me and safe. I didn’t get to ask her an important question.

“Why?”

She blinks up at me, her eyes tracking back and forth over my face. “You scare the hell out of me, Hayden.”

My eyebrows pull together, and I look deep into her eyes, so deep I swear I can see right into her soul. The way it writhes, the way it glows, the way it sings for me. I start nodding slowly because I can understand being afraid. I can understand being unsure.

Hell, I’m scared and I’m unsure.

I’ve never felt this kind of connection with someone before and I sure as fuck never expected to feel it so quickly. I’m not going to run from it though. I can understand why she did.

I lean in and kiss her lips softly. “I understand,” I admit, “you scare the hell out of me too.”

She clings to me and the longer we’re pressed together the more I need her. She’s right, we should get back to the marina. We should return her rental. I should see about my business.

So many shoulds. But none of them matters right now.

I roll us until I’m hovering above my woman, and she gasps, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. “Touch me,” I demand.

Her hands feel small and delicate as they glide over my shoulders and down my arms. I shiver as I hold myself over her, but it’s not from being cold. It’s from bliss. A bliss I’ve never felt before.

And it’s all because of her.

“I need you,” I grit out through my teeth, trying not to shove my cock inside of her right away.

I should savor her body first and show her how good it feels to float with the current and how I’ll always anchor her.

I kiss along her jawline and down her neck, nipping her skin with my teeth and making her moan. I love the way the sounds of her pleasure fill up the small cabin. When I kiss across her collarbone, she wiggles her hips as if trying to entice me. Before I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, I chuckle against her skin because she has no idea how fucking sexy she is.

“Hayden,” my broken name on her lips as she arches against me to push more of her tit into my mouth has my cock throbbing against her thigh.

I suck her nipple harder, loving the way she gasps for me. I nip at the hard peak before I let go with a pop and give the same treatment to the other side. As I settle between her thighs, I can feel how wet she is when my cock glides between her pussy lips.

“So wet for me, Trouble,” I groan.

“Hayden,” her voice is sassy and stern, “you better fuck me and make me scream.”

I tip my head back, my shoulders shaking in silent laughter at her spunk even as I clench my body to try and control myself. I want to draw this one out, I want to make love to my woman. To show her what it would be like in my bed for the rest of our lives.

I grip the outside of her thigh and pull her leg up and around my waist as my length slides down her slit. The crown of my cock notches at her entrance and I push in slowly and steadily. I watch as her eyes glaze over with lust, making it so much harder to take this slow.

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