“Yeah?” He gave her a crooked smile that almost hurt, he was so turned on. “I like that idea. That means I can see and touch all of you.” Her eyes darkened.
“Yes.” She lifted up, guided his cock to her opening, and slowly began sinking onto him. David held her thighs. She braced her hands on his chest.
It was incredible… seeing her face, watching her expressive eyes and the telling way her lips parted and her breasts rose with each deepened breath. “A little more,” he urged, and her eyes closed as she wiggled, seating herself fully upon him. Neither of them moved. David gasped for air, Bonnie’s body clenched and relaxed around him.
“I can feel you throbbing.” she said.
He groaned and couldn’t stop the lifting of his hips. Through his teeth, he growled, “I’m a nanosecond away from coming.”
“Really?” She smiled down at him, then lifted.
“Really.” She dropped and he said, “Bonnie…”
“I like this. Do you?” Groaning again, he cupped her breasts, brushed her nipples with his thumbs, then caught them both in his fingers, lightly pinching, tugging. Her back arched, driving him even deeper. He knew he wouldn’t last so he moved one hand between her legs, gliding his middle finger along her swollen lips, taut around him, then up to her turgid clitoris.
“Move, honey. Ride me.” Her fingers splayed over his chest and she began to rise and fall, faster and faster. He loved the small sounds she made, the way her face contorted with her concentration, her pleasure. David kept his fingers just where she needed them, treating her to a constant friction that worked with her own movements. Soon she was in the same shape as him, shaking, on the verge of exploding. He brought his knees up to support her back and returned her thrusts, lifting her knees from the bed as he drove into her. With a startled cry, she collapsed against him. Her mouth opened on his shoulder, her teeth coming down in a tantalizing love bite.
The small pain pushed him over the edge. David lost control. He gripped her ass and pounded into her, groaning harshly with his own unending climax, the crushing waves of pleasure going on and on….
Bonnie rolled off him and onto his side, and he held her as she rested her head against his chest. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he fell asleep again.
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“… And just wrap this around here,” Bonnie murmured to herself. “Ow!” She jumped when a spark hit her finger. She quickly finished tying off the electrical tape, then tightened the connection. “Got ya.”
“Got what?”
Bonnie yelped, jerked back and fell on her butt. She glared up at a bedraggled , who was growing a pretty nasty bruise along his hairline. “Warn a girl, why don’t you.” She raised an eyebrow and he hauled her up.
“How’s your head?” The second she was on her feet, she was reaching out to examine his bandage.
“Still attached to my body. What were you doing?”
“Double-checking all the connections. I fixed a couple to be safe. A few you’d already taped off, but…” She shrugged. “I figured all that jostling around last night probably knocked a few things loose.”
He nodded, then squeezed his eyes shut as if the move had been a mistake. “Mind if I check?”
“Not at all.” She scooted past him and returned to the galley. She was spooning up scrambled eggs and dropped two pieces of toast into the toaster when he joined her. “Did it pass inspection?”
“Looks great. Thanks. Not sure I’ve got the dexterity I need to do that today.” He dropped into the seat at the table and rested his head in one hand. “Did you sleep at all?”
“Some.” She swallowed hard and did everything she could to prevent the blush creeping up her neck from reaching her face. Truth be told, she hadn’t slept much at all. For the longest time she’d lain there after their lovemaking, listening to his breathing, relishing the sensation of being so close to him. She hadn’t thought she could feel more enthralled, but him putting an arm over her waist at one point during the night meant she couldn’t imagine another place she’d rather be
“How many times did you wake me up last night?”
“Four.” She remembered clearly because each time she had, the worry that his head injury was worse faded. By four this morning, she let him sleep through. “Here.” She set the bottle of painkillers in front of him. “You’re due for some more.”
“Thanks.” He ran his thumb over the back of her fingers. She watched his gaze flicker, saw his jaw tense the moment before he released her and reached for the bottle. “You impressed me last night. Keeping the boat in one piece.”
She shrugged, focusing on buttering the toast. “I love her, too. Blue Blood,” she added as if she needed to clarify. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her. We don’t have long before we reach High Tide Harbour.”
“Getting antsy?”
“No.” She was surprised to find that she meant it. It hadn’t taken her long to get used to life on a boat; this time on Blue Blood was bringing back so many fond memories of times she’d spent with her grandmother that it felt almost second nature. Then again, it wasn’t just the boat she’d grown accustomed to. “Making a mental note of when I’ll have to leave her.” And you, she thought, but she didn’t say that.
She set the plate in front of him, then sat and watched as he ate. Anxiety of an entirely new kind swirled inside her. It was time to ask. “What happens now?”
“More of my enjoying this nice breakfast.” He replied.
“I don’t mean with breakfast.” She tried not to tap her fingers on the table. “I mean with…us.”
He hesitated, but didn’t stop eating.
“Or do you kiss every woman you bring on your boat?” She really hoped not, even as she wished she hadn’t asked the question. “There’s something going on between us, right? I’m not imagining things?” And, oh, boy had she been imagining things.
He took another bite of eggs, then set down his fork and wiped his mouth. “I haven’t brought any woman on this boat…apart from you. You aren’t imagining anything, Bonnie. I think it’s safe to say we hold a healthy attraction for one another.”