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this bad taste out of my mouth.”
    “You conniving bitch, bad taste is it? Grab this and stomach it.” He hauled her into his arms and punished her, kissing her savagely, with no hint of finesse, plundering her depths, taking her like a pirate ravishing a maiden. Her mouth softened below his, opening to him. He tasted so great, so fine, like aged brandy all smoky and honeyed. She couldn’t resist and molded her body to his, setting her pelvis against his erection.
    Sarita purred a little throaty sound.
    “I remember that sound,” he whispered, his lips moving against hers. “I’ve listened for it for the last ten years. Sarita, if I’d known about Tony, I would have done the right thing. Let’s do it now.”
    He nibbled her lower lip and the memories flared across her pupils. He’d kissed her for what seemed an eternity that night. Lazy, slow tastings, sipping at her mouth as if it contained life’s precious nectar. The star of the football team, the most handsome boy in town kissing her, wanting her.
    She moaned as his teeth sank a gentle pressure on her lip.
    “Again,” he commanded. “Make that sexy noise again.”
    Unable to prevent it, she moaned again.
    “Jesus, I’m losing it.”
    He shoved her dress up, found the ridge of her thong and slithered a hand inside, growling when he found her moist, slick, needy. “Jesus. Purr for me, Sarita honey, purr for me. “
    And she did, a little throaty sound coated deep inside, although she tried to bury it.
    He slid two fingers in and she clenched around him, muscles spasming like a hot, tight little vacuum. She arched, spine taut, and mewled sweet sounds of rapture.
    Right there on the deck braced against the rail, she had her first orgasm, convulsing around thick fingers, dress shoved up baring her ass.
    His whole body tightened and he shuddered, and held her smothered tight to him.
    An uncomfortable eternity elapsed, painted with uneasy silence and labored breaths.
    The sun beat down on her back and shoulders, the wind died, and waves slapped against the Glory hull rhythmically, like a drum beating to the humming of the ship’s engine. He gathered her closer, one hand stroking her spine, and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
    Sarita sighed and wanted to stay in his arms forever.
    And then he burst into a loud chortle, his lips nuzzling her nape, tickling the skin there.
    Cheeks heating, her neck muscles knotted.
    “That’s the second time. And only you do it to me.”
    “I don’t understand,” she mumbled, her words muffled against his dark shirt.
    “I’ve lost control completely only two times in my life. That night on the football field and a couple of minutes ago. Thank God Terry had the foresight to take us out to sea.”
    She wriggled her hips, all of a sudden aware his fingers were still buried deep inside her.
    “Don’t even think of asking me. Right now, all I want to do is bring you off again. My fingers stay where they are until I catch a second wind.”
    A little aftershock hit her and she drenched his palm.
    “Jesus, I think I’m actually jealous of my fingers. At least my cock is.” He flicked one, then the other, and she tightened and whimpered.
    “Rolan, stop.”
    “Whaat?” He lifted his head and emerald eyes seared hers. “You’re right. We need to take this below deck.”
    His fingers slipped out of her and he adjusted the thong. Tugging the patterned dress down, his palm lingered on the curve of her ass.
    “Stay in front of me until we hit my cabin, Sarita honey. These khaki pants tell no lies.”
    Her cheeks burst into flames when she saw the large wet stain covering his crotch.
    “You didn’t do this that night.”
    “It might have been better if I had. If I’d been more in control, it wouldn’t have hurt as much. I’d been fantasizing about how tight you’d be for four long weeks. And all you could think about was helping me with intro calculus.” He spun her around and swatted her backside. “I think I