carefree. “Mm, won’t you be my little cabin boy for me?”
“So you wish to play games?” He moved his hands over her waist and hips, caressing her.
“Mm, yes,” she continued, feeling giddy. “I like games.”
The man inhaled deeply. “Then I will be your cabin boy.”
“And I’ll be the rich woman with no moral conscience.” Actually, Kira didn’t feel as though she had much of a conscience at the moment anyway, so it wasn’t a huge stretch.
She turned quickly in his arms again and gave notice to the fact that he wore designer clothing. The silk felt good against her naked breasts. Her nipples stung with desire and puckered against him. She always liked it when a man dressed well. It usually meant he took care of himself in other ways, too. She grabbed at his buttons and had three undone before his long fingers laced over hers, momentarily stopping her advances.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. “What you truly want? Because, if you say the words, I will remove myself from you and wait.”
Kira believed him. She studied his face, as she forced herself to think about what she was doing. “This is crazy. I—I’m not thinking clearly.”
“Yes, you are. Trust me, you’re thinking more clearly now than you have ever been.”
Kira frowned at that. But as soon as a protest started to form in her brain it was like the thought was snatched away.
“It’s an easy question,” he said. “What do you want?”
She didn’t answer. Her body trembled. Every fiber of her being told her that he was safe, that he was what she wanted.
“Then I shall leave you,” he said.
“Wait, no.” Where had that come from? She swallowed, knowing it was what she wanted more than she’d ever wanted anything. “Stay. I want you to stay.”
“Then I shall stay.”
All doubt left her at his words. She smiled, confident and sure of her choice. More and more of their previous conversation came back to her. Why hadn’t they hooked up that night? The chemistry had been right, and Kira usually went for things when she wanted them. It was perfectly clear by his hard, erect cock that he wanted her as well.
“Come on, Cabin Boy,” Kira purred, forcing a pout to her lips as she started the game anew. Her body pulsed with excitement, instantly soaking her panties with need. There was no reason for her to be coy. “We both know that this is a singles’ cruise. Didn’t we all come aboard with the idea that we’d get laid? I sure as hell didn’t come to spend the entire trip at the all-you-can-eat buffet on deck eleven aft.”
“I don’t need a cruise to get sex.” His voice gave her another round of pleasurable chills. “I have no problem finding women who are more than willing to please me.”
“Neither do I,” Kira said, as she bit at his smooth chest. She flicked her tongue out at him in a mischievous fashion, moving to play against his erect nipple. She sucked the hard bud between her lips before nibbling gently. His whole body jolted violently beneath her touch.
Letting out a small laugh, he tipped his face down to her. She loved his voice. It sent chills over her skin, down to her moistening slit. She couldn’t wait to hear what it would sound like calling out to her in passion. His tone a little hard, he asked, “Don’t you mean you have no problem finding men who are willing to please you?”
“Isn’t that what I said?” She licked the edges of his collarbone and fluttered her eyelids a bit, not liking his accusatory look. “You can’t possibly be upset. So what if I’m not a virgin. I won’t apologize for it. I’ve been with men and—”
“Enough.” His face went hard as he narrowed his eyes on her. “I would appreciate not hearing about the men in your past. It would not bode well for any of them should I ever find that they have tried to contact you again. For future reference, I will be the only man you ever think of again.”
Kira frowned. So much for the
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