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hear Terry in the command center; let’s take the starboard side down.”
    She stopped in her tracks, too astonished to move. “You were dating the prettiest girl in town. Why would you ever think of me?”
    “I’m an ass man Sarita, and you have the most perfect heart-shaped little butt I’ve ever come across. That last day of detention, you wore this little denim skirt. You dropped your pencil on the ground as I came into the room and bent over to pick it up. And you weren’t wearing panties. I almost came right then and there.”
    “Oh,” she said and a million thoughts crowded her mind. She made him lose control. He said only two times in his life had he lost control. Hope blossomed with those words, drawing her in the way a daisy turns toward the sun, its source of life. He’d have done the right thing? Because of Tony?
    They reached his cabin and she spun around to head to the kitchen, wanting to escape and hunker down for a while, consider everything. Yet she hesitated, one heel raised off the ground, poised for flight.
    “No way, Sarita.” Rolan snagged his arms around her waist, lifted her hair out of the way, and nipped and licked his way up her neck. “For years I’ve dreamed about making it up to you. We’ve already come this far. I can’t let you go, not now.”
    All her muscles sagged and a delicious shiver snailed up her spine.
    Slowly he turned her around, and her breath stuttered at the desire darkening his eyes to an army green. She followed the movement of his lips as they curled at the corners and knew resistance was futile. Even if this only happened once, she craved it, had dreamed about it for ten long lonely years.
    And he twined their hands together, opened the door, and pulled her into his cabin. She hadn’t really noticed the room earlier, too shocked to appreciate the sumptuous curving windows encircling the bed, the azure Mediterranean melting into powder blue sky at the horizon.
    The door clicked behind her. “Rolan, I’m not sure this is wise.”
    “It’s happening.” One finger traced the length of her cheekbone. “I need a shower and you’re sticky, too.” As he spoke, Rolan disposed of his clothing, shedding his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, then footed his soiled pants off with an athletic kick.
    The sight of his large erect cock strangled her breath and did strange things to her insides.
    “Oh,” she whispered. “I never really saw it that night. And if I had, you wouldn’t have touched me.”
    He chuckled, a hearty belly laugh, and slapped both hands on lean hips. “It’ll fit, Sarita. Just a matter of priming you first.”
    “I think I might need a written guarantee,” she muttered and her fingers tingled.
    “Anything you want,” he said and cupped her bottom, bringing her flat against his erection.
    Sarita’s knees buckled when he sipped her mouth, nibbling, licking, surging inside, his tongue sliding waves of pleasure through her. She couldn’t prevent the purr and slanted into him.
    Rolan broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. Their eyes met and he whispered, his hot breath fanning her wet lips, “What is it about you, Sarita honey? Why do you haunt me? I’m this close to losing control again.” He lifted one hand from her ass and measured a centimeter with his thumb and forefinger. The pads of his fingers almost touched each other.
    Her whole body strummed, from scalp to toe tips. Emboldened, she sucked on his lower lip.
    The gentle lover disappeared. His mouth took possession, stamping dominion, tongue thrusting a heated rhythm, his pelvis grinding that rigid arousal against her belly, hands squeezing her rump, fingers kneading her closer.
    “Jesus,” he said, breaking away. “The head, pronto. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”
    Once inside the spacious bathroom, he surveyed the area and made a snap decision. “The tub. Let’s get you nice and relaxed.”
    Wasting no time with a few efficient tugs, he