was never more sure of anything. “Jason, do you know what I think?”
“What?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I think you should make love to your wife.”
Chapter 10
Jason set her down and immediately pulled her close, loving how she felt pressed against him and imagining how she was going to feel under him.
Meg’s green eyes had gone misty, and there was a tilt at the corner of her mouth that let him know she wasn’t messing with him. She wanted this, and if Jason didn’t think there was something wrong with thanking the Big Guy for some action, he would have been on his knees saying a prayer.
“Your place or mine, Mr. Campbell?”
“As long as you’re there and you’re naked, I don’t care where we go.”
He gripped her hips and pressed against her, knowing Meg felt the hard ridge of his erection coming through his shorts. Her body was heating up, and he was losing control as her scent, the feel of her, got inside him. Something primal and proprietary took over. This was his woman, his, and no one else’s. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue slipping in her mouth, tasting the ice cream cone they’d had on the dock before coming back on board. She was sweet, always so sweet.
“I need to freshen up,” she said.
“Use my bathroom. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
Meg came up on her toes and kissed him again, not at all shy or hesitant. He was relieved that she wanted this as much as he did. He’d missed her over the years. No one ever fit him the way Meg did. No one read his body, his moods, or his signals like her. Even as teenagers, they were good together.
Over the years he’d been with more experienced women, but no one harnessed her sexuality like Meg. There’d always been this vibe around her, something hot and erotic, something that made men go crazy, and he wondered if that’s why he kept her from his friends.
He told Robert to hold dinner, but had him get a tray ready with champagne and strawberries that Jason brought to his stateroom. The bathroom door was still closed, and he heard the water running. Jesus, he was nervous. He wanted this to be perfect for her. Partially because she deserved the romance and the attention, but also because he wanted her to keep coming to his bed. She was the only woman he wanted, and since she was married to him, that was a very good thing.
He took off his shirt and popped the cork on the champagne. He’d gotten one glass poured when he heard the bathroom door open.
He turned and lost his breath, along with his power of speech. Meg walked into the room and stopped a few steps away.
She’d shed her clothes and was wearing only a silky pink bra and panties. The thong was nothing more than a scrap of material, and he was sure the bra was too small, because her breasts were spilling out. A sexy surprise was the little jewel that winked at him from her belly button. She was a vision. Sensual, beautiful, hot . . . None of those words adequately described how she looked or her effect on him.
“Aww, Meg. God.” He reached for her, pulling her close and letting his hands run all over her body. He groaned a little when Meg arched toward him, needing to get closer. Her hands settled on his chest, and she looked up at him half-innocent, half-seductive, inviting him to take what he wanted.
Slowly, her hands slid up his chest and locked around his neck, and his beautiful wife pulled him down for a kiss, a kiss that seared his brain and sent shock waves through his body.
“I guess I don’t have to ask you if you’re sure about this,” he said.
She nodded. “I’m sure. But you’ll have to forgive me for being so aggressive. It’s been a while, and I just want this so much. Even if it’s just while we’re on this trip, I want you.”
“Okay. How long has it been for you?”
“Three years. A long time.”
“Wow, so the man you were seeing . . .”
“It hadn’t gotten that far. You?”
“It’s been a few months.” He hoped she stopped talking soon. He really didn’t want her to ask any more questions.
“Well,” she said, reaching for his fly, “I’ll make you forget all about her.”
His shorts hit the floor, and Meg settled back on the