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“As long as you hold me.” My racing heart dulls to a regular beat. I might not have completely conquered my fear, but I’m well on my way—a big leap from where I was last night. If I can overcome this, maybe there’s hope that I can finally free myself from the clutches of Aidan Rolland.
“Of course. I won’t let you go until you tell me to.”
Our kisses were spectacular yesterday, but his hug,this hug, shows what Rob is made of. We’re holding on to a small part of each other, gifting our strength to each other. The fact that I’m here on a vessel that’s supposed to be my nightmare, although it’s berthed and tied at shore, is proof.
The trembles within me have changed into shivers—shivers for wanting him more.
Rob caresses the back of my neck, gently nudging me to angle my face up. The brush of his knuckles across my cheek—the spot that copped the brunt of Aidan’s assault—sends my eyes closed in serenity.
That bastard is now no more than a puff of smoke behind my lids.
All I see is Rob, all I feel is Rob.
Our noses touch, giving out warm vapor. Feeling my parted lips, he takes the opportunity to glide his tongue along mine—slow and easy, just like when he took me aboard this boat.
Boat?I smile to myself.What boat?
Rob’s kiss soon takes over me like the spell of a masterful wizard. Nothing else in the world matters—not even my past. The thrust of his lips tells me he’s seeking a new start, and to that I sayamen.
And then he slips a hand under my shirt. His wide palm kneads my breast while his thumb works on the nipple that’s protruding under my sheer lacy bra. The man sure knows how to reward courage, and he silently asks me to return the favor as his erection starts straining his jeans. I rub my hip against it, telling him I’m ready for him.
“Amber-Rose.” He jolts.
My eyes roam around, trying to locate a room. It’s probably downstairs below decks. But I should trust my captain; he knows a better place. Ditching his jacket, he settles himself on a padded bench next to the fireplace—a perfect spot to ease into our intimacy. It’s as if he isn’t demanding my surrender, like a bed might insinuate, yet he’s requesting closeness. You can’t get any closer to a man than when you’re straddling him. You’re both upright, equally in control, facing each other with nothing to hide.
My fingers fondle his silver silk tie, undoing it. The looser the knot, the weaker I get. His open collar sends out a whiff of his cologne—so subtle, so sensual. The need to see more of him builds in me, fast. I strip him off his shirt.
Mamma mia…
Large muscles adorn his golden chest, and with everything else he has to offer, I’ve almost forgotten about his tattoo. I run my fingers over it, waking up some goose bumps on his arm. Some say tattoos on men are signs that they go after what they want. Looking into his eyes, I’m sure the thing he wants right now is me. And he doesn’t have to go after it.
Rob works at the button of his trousers, and I mirror what he’s doing by pulling down my own jeans. And I do more. He takes in my every move, and when there’s only my panties left clinging to me, his hand helps itself and slides along my crotch, feeling the material. He groans under his breath—I’m sure it’s for my wetness.
He sweeps across my skin as he glides his other hand from my shoulder down to my ass cheek. My skin is so sensitive, I shudder. Meanwhile, gripping my ass, he pulls me close and then lands soft kisses on my inner thighs, breathing in my scent.
I let out a moan. He’s so close, his touch is so familiar, I feel I’ve known him for a long time. He could’ve ravaged me at the sight of my naked body, but he knows how to handle me. He seems to understand my needs more than I do—my real needs for the moment. To feel him, to feel safe.
“Rob…” I kneel over his lap, offering my opening.
“This is what you really want?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I place my hand on his cheek, appreciating his care.
I move my pelvis against him, milking a few beads of precum out of his cock.
A vigorous kiss lands on my lips, spreading deep in my mouth as his tongue joins in once again—building the intensity. His hands meddle in the tight space between our bodies as he sheaths himself. Soon his hands are back on my waist, his force emanating possessiveness. Then he looks straight into me, probing.
We want the same thing—but how? How deep? How hard?How brutal?
The aggressiveness in his stare tells me he has it in him. But do I still have it in me? I take a deep breath, hushing my impulse. Just like what it took to get me here, I know haste will likely see me falter. Before taking that big leap, I need to see how far my courage takes me tonight.
As if reading me, Rob halts his grunt. His eyes turn mellow, and his clutch eases following the slow breath I’m releasing. He’s a man who listens, who puts his woman first before him. Agreeing to my silent request, we stay in the gentle zone. The safety builds me up, my passion for Rob grows. With him, any zone is intense, arousing, and thrilling.
I settle into him, rolling my hips as his hardened length presses against my center. All the while, his hands never leave me—whether they’re on my shoulders, my hips or my ass. He meant it when he said he would never let me go.
It’s been so long since I was with a man. Being skin-on-skin with Rob reminds me how amazing it feels to be touched, to be pleased by someone whose focus is to give. He moves only to feel my reaction—he takes the time to learn about me so he can give me his best.
He even leads with the perfect pace. He lifts and lets me down in a rhythm, gradually thrusting deeper. This is an adventure of a gentle kind, exactly what I need as I begin my dive into an ocean named Rob Hartley.
