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Chapter 12
Evie
I was not going to let myself think about the fact I was kissing the man in his kitchen, on his boat. I was letting go of all my rules and inhibitions. I was living in the moment. Holy hell, what a moment it was. His mouth moved over mine like a man that had been searching the desert for water. His hands, holy shit, his hands were everywhere.
I struggled to keep up. My hands roamed his body, getting my first real feel of the muscles in his arms and stretched across his back. He was powerful and hard and so damn hot. He reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged at it until it was halfway up my body. Our mouths tore away from one another while he quickly removed it before diving right back in.
One of his large hands grabbed my breast, lifting the weight of it. He groaned low in his throat and attacked me with new enthusiasm. I wanted the same. I pulled at his shirt, essentially trying to tear it from his body. I didn’t want to take it off the usual way. I didn’t want to lose his mouth against mine.
He pulled back just a little, his mouth still on mine as he pulled the shirt up, yanked it away, and tore it off before devouring my face once again. My hands stretched out across his pecs before running around to touch his back. His skin was hot and smooth and taut across the rippling muscles.
“I need you naked,” he growled. “Now.”
His hands were stripping off my shorts, taking my panties down with them. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in doing a layer by layer. I attacked his shorts with my fingers. I fumbled with the button until I yanked, popping the damn thing off. He was wealthy. He could buy more shorts.
Within seconds, we were both stripped naked. He stood in front of me, his chest heaving up and down as he dragged in heavy breaths. I could see the passion in his eyes. I could feel it radiating off him. It was intense and made me want to climb him like a tree.
I stared at him, waiting to see what he would do next. I would probably die if he had a change of heart at that point. My eyes pulled away from his and drifted over his body. He was hard and tattooed. That was unexpected. I saw the band around his arm and what looked like writing on the underside of his arm. That had to be a painful place to get a tattoo. I wouldn’t know from personal experience, but I imagined so. There were small tattoos on his chest, including a ship that I suspected was one of his.
Once the inspection of his torso was complete, I dropped my eyes lower. I sucked in a breath when I saw the size of him. His heavy cock was jutting forward. He was a big man in every sense of the word. I was a little intimidated. I wasn’t an innocent virgin, but he was definitely one of the largest men I had ever been with.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked on a breath that made him sound as if he was choking.
I met his eyes and gave him a slow nod. “Absolutely.”
He sprang into action so fast, I barely had time to blink. His hands were on my ass and then one was sliding between my legs. His mouth slammed over mine again, his tongue pushing its way in as his finger worked its way inside me down below. It was a double whammy. I gasped, inadvertently sucking his tongue deeper into my throat. I lifted one leg, bending it at the knee to give him better access like a complete wanton.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he whispered.
I was a little embarrassed, but seriously, had he seen him? He was sex on a stick. He was a Greek god. He was every woman’s wet dream. Of course, I was wet. I was also about to climax. I tried to fight it. I didn’t want him to know just how badly I wanted him.
“Oh no,” I whimpered.
“Already?” he rasped the word, pushing his finger higher inside me.
“Oh no,” I repeated when I felt the spiraling of beautiful sensations soaring through my body. “Oh god. Oh no.”
“Yes, fuck yes,” he growled. His mouth covered mine, attacking me with a new ferocious need. It was more than I