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"But I couldn't touch you, and it's absolute torture."
"You can now." My voice is raspy, my skin on fire as Dane's lips caress my neck. I shiver, a delicious tingling sensation running down my spine when his fingers unbutton my blouse and his lips move to the swell of my breast.
"Take your clothes off. The foreplay will have to wait this time." Dane steps back and watches me remove my clothes. "God, I want to touch every last inch of you."
I'm more than ready to be pleasured and saunter toward him, sliding my hands up his chest. "So touch me."
Dane growls and pulls away, taking a condom from the bedside drawer. He's hard and ready as his fingers roll the latex down his shaft. Returning to me, he grasps my waist, his lips locking onto mine. Then he breaks away and swiftly turns me around. "I can't wait. I need to be inside you."
My excitement skyrockets when Dane's knee spreads my thighs.
"Christ, I want you," he groans, nibbling my ear.
I can't help moaning when Dane teases me, the head of his cock sliding back and forth. I gasp when he suddenly thrusts, the motion quick, forceful, and deep.
Dane plunges repeatedly, his cock long and thick, its head slamming me at just the right spot. "Christ, Britt. You feel so goddamn good. I swear it won't take much more before I come."
"Pinch me," I beg, the tension in my body on the verge of breaking.
Dane's fingers pinch and pull both nipples. His teeth nip at my shoulder. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you. I'm almost there."
"That's it. Oh, fuck!" The tidal wave of pleasure slams me as I crest, my body jerking with the force of the contractions.
Dane groans, his body tight against mine while he pulses into the condom. "Christ, that felt so fucking good," he murmurs, his forehead pressed into my back. Gingerly pulling away, Dane sits on the bed, his torso falling backward until he's horizontal on the mattress.
I join him and lie on the bed, my head on the pillow. We stay that way for a moment, both of us quiet. Then Dane goes to clean up, lying beside me when he returns.
"We need to talk." Dane rolls onto his side, his hand caressing my hip. The look on his face is intense.
My stomach churns, certain he's going to tell me he enjoyed our time together, but a relationship doesn't work for him. And logically, I know it doesn't work for me either, even though my heart says otherwise. But I can't bear to hear it. Not now.
"Can we talk later? It's just..." I stop talking and look away.
"You don't want to discuss what happens when the cruise ends," he says softly, voicing what I couldn't.
I nod.
"Tomorrow, then. It'll be our last full day together, and I plan on spending it with you, so we'll have time to talk."
"How? I don't understand."
"It's my day off. We're allowed to join the tours when we're off, so I thought I'd go with you on the tour to Nuremberg. I can't be with you as if we were outright together, but I can tag along with you and the ladies when we get turned loose to explore on our own without too much fuss."
"What about Jerry? He'll have a fit."
"He won't be there." Dane smiles, his finger tracing a circle around my belly button. "I had Sergei check. Jerry and his wife booked the tour to Munich, and Beckett will be with the group going on the Regensburg walking tour."
"What about the others on my tour? They might say something."
"We'll be with the group of Canadians, the ladies, and a few others. As long as we're not blatant about my being on the tour with you, it shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to drag you down a dark alley when I want to kiss you, though."
"Oh, no. We might spend most of the tour in alleys."
"Undoubtedly." Dane laughs and pulls me toward him. He leans down and kisses me. It's soft and tender, his hands molding me against him.
When he pulls back, I can see the yearning in his eyes. And I want him more than anything, not just for now but for always. It's as if I can't get enough of him, needing his comfort and touch.
Dane runs his thumb across my lip, fingers tenderly brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. He kisses me, and it feels more emotional this time, and I'm not sure why. Cupping the side of my face in his palm, Dane gazes longingly into my eyes. "I couldn't hold back last time. I was in such a rush to have you. This time, I'm going to savor you and take my time. God, I want you, Britt. I fucking want you."
