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Blood pounds from my brain, leaps from my heart, and makes my knees tremble.
“It was?” I realize my words sound like a question so I repeat them in a more definitive voice. “It was. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that.”
“How old are you, Libby?” Asa steps back and the ocean breeze swirls between us, removing the heat we share.
He offers me his arm, and like earlier, I set my hand in the crook. “I’m twenty-five.”
“Someone should have been kissing you like that for years.”
Four
Asa
How is it that this woman is single? She looks like an angel and kisses like a damn porn star. I want to take her right there on the rail. Libby is the perfect mix between sweet and sexy. She’s intelligent and reserved. She’s the kind of woman who could dine with princes and paupers alike and make them all feel like kings.
“Do you want to dance, or see a show, or just walk around and talk?”
The blush on her cheeks tells me she’d rather do none of the above. The way she licks her kiss-swollen lips tells me that she’d rather be kissing than talking. However, I want to know more about this girl than the shade of pink I’ll find between her legs.
“I have to know.” I chuckle because her name is too damn funny. “Who in the hell names their kids Liberty and Justice Ferall?”
She stops walking and looks at me in mock shock. “You are not teasing me about my name.”
I grimace and raise my shoulders. “I’ve got to. It requires it. I mean really. Liberty Ferall? Who the hell are your parents?”
She smiles and laughs with me. “My dad is a superior court judge for the state of California. Law is his life.”
I thread my fingers with hers and continue to walk down the outside deck. The slight breeze picks up her hair and a hint of a floral scent passes under my nose. “That makes sense then. Kind of clever if you ask me, and obviously your parents have a sense of humor.”
She squeezes my hand. “They have to have one. You’ve met my sister, Justice.”
“Girl in the library?”
“Very same. I believe you invited her to blog about the cruise.”
“I didn’t. The public relations firm did, but I’m glad they chose her. Otherwise, I might not have met you.” She smiles shyly like she’s not used to people giving her compliments.
We get to the other end of the ship and she leans against the rail again. “I wouldn’t expect much from her. I’m not sure if she’ll spend enough time out of the room to see the ship.” She says the words and once they are out she pulls her hand to her face. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“So I’m guessing the C batteries are not for her?”
I’ve never seen a woman’s face turn so red. “Oh my God, you heard that?” She buries her face in her hands until I pry them away. “I’m mortified.”
“I’m intrigued.” My last words are smothered on her lips. My lips demand more this time and hers return my kiss with reckless abandon. We stay there and taste each other until the sun is completely set, and the wind causes bumps to rise on her skin.
I pull away. “Let’s get you inside.” I take off my jacket and drape it over her shoulders. It hangs almost to her knees. In my head, I picture her wearing nothing but her nude colored heels and my suit coat. Her breasts peek out between my lapels and the V of her womanhood points to her playground.
We enter the ship, and I lead her toward her room. I want to lead her to mine, but something tells me that although Libby has a body made for sin, she hasn’t test driven it much. Unless of course she counts the endless supply of C batteries. Thinking about her masturbating makes my cock twitch.
When we come upon her door she halts and groans. “I think I’ll go to the cafeteria and get some coffee.” She’s smiling, but her voice sounds anything but happy.
I look at the red beads on the doorknob and can only guess it means stop. “Come on, I’ll get you some coffee.” I turn us around and walk toward the library. I watch her eyes scan the room, but I keep her moving to 8150. I slide the key across the sensor and it clicks open.
“Wow,” she says as she walks in. “This is quite an upgrade.”
I try to look at my room through her eyes and she’s right. My suite is the equivalent of a small apartment. It opens to a living room, dining room, and kitchen. There’s a wall of windows that overlooks the starboard side of the ship. The furniture
is well-appointed. The room is decorated in warm chocolate, rich gold, and soft cream. There are two bedrooms, one on each end of the suite, and there is a large balcony that has its own hot tub.
