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I want him so deep, so hard. I tighten my legs on his hips.
He thrusts powerfully inside me, making me gasp.
I clutch his shoulders, feeling reality slip again.
This one is different, so far down, so broad and wide. When the tightening begins, it takes over more of my body. My moan is low and guttural, from my very center.
Rhett keeps the pace hard and fast, holding me from beneath my shoulders to keep me steady.
My body clenches, and I have to hold back the volume of my cries.
Rhett buries his face in my hair and says my name, “Bailey, Bailey, Bailey,” over and over again.
We hang onto each other, lashed together like a boat crew in a storm.
He pulses into me, warm and wet and comforting.
We hold still a while longer, letting the relief and emotion wash over us.
Then he slides to the side, drawing a sheet over us as he pulls me to his chest.
We’re quiet a while longer, listening to the sounds of the boat. The vessel creaks as it carves its way through the water. The footsteps of people walking on the floor above are a distant thud, and the waves splash endlessly against the hull.
Rhett kisses my hair above my ear. “Are we going to go out there as a couple or would you like to stay private?”
I consider his question. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve made you miserable enough with my bad decisions. I will let you call the shots on this.”
I snuggle into his neck. “We have all the time in the world to be public. Let’s be private a little while longer.”
“Okay.” He draws me more securely against him, and this time when we sleep, it’s the heavy slumber of security, safety, and contentment.
32
RHETT
Iwake up in late afternoon, the sun bright in the window.
Bailey stirs, then looks up at me sleepily. “I dreamed we were back on the island, only with a good bed.”
I lift her hand to kiss her wrist. “That would definitely have improved things.”
She stretches, and I admire everything about her as the sheet falls away. She shakes her head. “We are so wild together. Or are you always like this?”
“Not in the least.”
She likes this answer. “So what is on our agenda now that we’re rescued?”
“They moved the formal dinner to tonight. Nobody wanted to do it last night since we were missing.”
“Youwere missing,” she corrects. “Gloria says they never checked my cabin.”
“I have quite a few words to say to my staff.”
“Your staff. It must be nice being the boss. Knowing your place. Feeling confident in your position.” She snuggles back into my chest.
I wonder if I should tell her how far off the mark she is. That I’m only here due to my uncle’s generosity. But before I can correct her, she says, “You know, it’s the worst having aspirations outside of how you grew up.”
