Bared to Him by Jan Springer Read Free Book Online

scrambling up
the aft ladder. Forceful waves pummelled him, and he struggled to
climb onto the deck.
    He was
nude, compliments of the Turn, and the deck was slippery beneath
his bare feet as he ran toward the wheelhouse. Waves lashed over
the bow and slammed into him, making him fall several times. At the
wheelhouse, he cursed when he discovered the door locked. Through
the rain-drenched windows, he made out Miranda’s silhouette behind
the wheel. By the grimace on her face, he could tell she was
struggling to keep the boat from tipping.
    He
smacked his fists on the window, hoping she could hear above the
roar of the wind. He was contemplating heading forward to get into
her view, when she spotted him. Relief splashed over her
features.
    It was at that second he made his decision. She would be his life-mate, no
matter what. She was so beautiful in her defiance at not allowing
the storm to take the yacht. She was a true sea warrior.
    A moment
later, she opened the door.
    “ I couldn’t get to the shore,” she gasped. She looked tired and
scared, totally opposite of how beautiful she’d looked while she’d
masturbated on the bow earlier. He’d stayed above water for as long
as possible, but his need for air had forced him back
under.
    “ You did good. Real good. Go, have a seat. I’ll take over,” he
commanded.
    When she
hesitated, he grabbed her hand, tugged her to a lounge seat, and
forced her to sit. He buckled the seat belt snugly over her hips
and rushed to the wheel.
    “ Enjoy the ride!” he shouted as he took the helm. He hoped his
upbeat voice would inject some courage into her, but she merely
smiled weakly.
    Immediately he got to work. About an hour later, he’d safely
tucked the yacht in a sheltered inlet.
    * * * *
*
    For the
first time in hours, Miranda allowed herself to relax. They were
both safe and it seemed as if the storm had eased, although as she
stared out the window toward the west, huge dark gray clouds
continued to roll and lightning flashed.
    As Gray
sat down on the bench seat beside her, she shook her head and held
out her hands to show him they were trembling.
    “ Thank, God, you came when you did because I was just about to
give up…”
    He placed
his finger on her lips, silencing her.
    “ The boat is secure. We shouldn’t have any more problems.” His
voice sounded so confident that it sent a calming vibe straight
through her.
    Up until
a few minutes ago, she’d been too terrified to think of anything
but survival. She’d barely noted he was naked. Now that they were
safe, his dominating scent captured her full attention.
    “ Are you okay?” he asked.
    Concern
riveted his face and he grabbed her hands. His grip was strong and
hot and she welcomed how sweetly he squeezed her fingers with
reassurance.
    She
nodded.
    “ I think so.”
    “ We’re safe. Repeat after me. We are safe.”
    She
giggled. “We are safe.”
    “ Come on, let’s get you to bed. You look tired,” he
whispered.
    He pulled
her easily to her feet. She seriously thought he would let her go.
He had, after all, been avoiding her and she’d been avoiding him
and…
    “ I was watching you…earlier…on the deck.”
    His eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at her. Heat fused
her face. Her instincts had been correct. He had been watching her
masturbate.
    “ And I liked what I saw, Miranda. If I had been able to, I
would have pulled you right into the water with me, and fuck you
like I know we both want.”
    She
trembled at the lust thickening his voice.
    “ But we both know I shouldn’t…” he whispered.
    Disappointment rocked her. She sensed he was about to let go
of her hands, but Miranda stopped him by leaning against him. She
inhaled sharply as his hard muscle heat pressed in around her
breasts and belly and everywhere his body touched.
    The solid
knot of his erection pushed boldly against her lower belly and she
moaned at the hot spiral of sensations pooling in her
pussy.
    Oh, no.
There was no way