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Kissing him, our bodies fusing was unexpectedly perfect. From the minute I laid eyes on him when I came aboard Intrepid I knew I was in for trouble. He was trouble with a capital T.
Beck walked me back to the bed, our mouths never parting, bodies still bonded together. He had no trouble bending over and laying me down on the bed. The passion that brought us together moments ago, wild and hot, gentled. His tenderness so achingly glorious. He pushed my hands up and buried his face in my neck, his lips and tongue tracing a fiery trail over my skin.
I was completely undone. The touch of his mouth on me, the scent of his hair, the way his fingers ran down my arm leaving a trail of goosebumps, and the weight of him on me was sublime.
He stood, startling me, and I reached for him. Beck pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I sucked in a sharp breath when he was revealed. Firm and chiseled muscles with a dusting of hair across the planes of his chest. A small tattoo just below his left shoulder. I followed his treasure trail hairline and watched him kick off his pants, revealing the spectacular vee on the sides of his hips that disappeared under the waistband of his tight, black shorts. The bulge behind the fabric was what I ached for.
My eyes fixed on him, I began to undo the buttons of my shirt, but he brushed my fingers aside and finished what I started, then pushed my shirt off me.
"Mmm, lovely," he murmured, resting his knee on the bed beside me. I was struck by a sharp jolt of desire at his words and expression in his eyes, stormy and passionate.
My gaze roamed over his face and I was moved. I knew there was a softie inside this gruff bear of a man and reached up to cup his cheek. He looked startled by my movement and I placed my other hand on the other cheek. A surge of more than desire barreled through me and brought tears to my eyes.
What was happening?
"Hey, it's okay," he whispered. "We can stop."
I shook my head. "No, no, I don't want to."
"Why are you crying then?" His voice was soft, gentle which undid me further.
"I-I don't know."
He kissed my cheek and rolled me into his arms. We lay there like that for a few moments. Finally, I had myself put back together and reached for him.
This time I moved on top of him and smiled. "Ready?"
He laughed. "Always."
Beck woke to a darkened room. For a second he was confused about where he was and shifted in the bed. The warm body beside him moaned and curled into his side.
Memories of their night together rushed back. They'd been dancing around each other and their attraction was off the chain. At first, he felt awkward at their age difference, but that seemed to melt away when she was in his arms. She didn't seem bothered by it in the least. Her enthusiasm and allure infected him and he needed no encouragement. Beck closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow. What the hell was he going to say to Fletch about this?
The best thing would be to wait it out and see what this was. If it was anything at all. When she'd cried the swell of wanting to protect and shield her from pain had taken him by storm. He hadn't expected her vulnerability, it was a contradiction to the confidence she exuded at other times. They were magic together.
He dozed off, never feeling so contented.
The rhythm of the yacht shifting woke him up. Micki was gone. Her place beside him was cold and it saddened him. For the first time in his life, Beck wasn't in any hurry to jump out of bed and get to work. Instead, he reached his hand over and placed his palm on the pillow beside him. Micki's pillow.
Beck wanted what happened between them to be more than a one-time thing. However, what he wanted and what she wanted may not be the same thing. Even though he wanted more, the complications could prove impossible.
10
We didn't see each other the next day. His guests arrived and he was occupied with them. I was busy with preparations before departure.
I didn't expect to see Beck while his guests were aboard. That was probably good because what happened between us had been powerful, leaving me wanting more. The thing with wanting more was it was far too distracting, making me unable to focus like I should. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw us, tumbling, rolling, thrusting, and clinging together as we had sex.
Would I let it happen again? However much I wanted to, I needed to find a way to resist him. I thought sleeping with him would get him out of my system.
I was only lying to myself because it didn't work!
The day passed quickly, guests boarded and here I was on the bridge following the charted course and watching for channel markers. Intrepid was outfitted with all the latest navigation technology and could pretty much sail herself. But I was a hands-on kind of captain. The buck stopped with me. I took the responsibility seriously.
All was quiet and I planned to enjoy the night. It was a lovely one. The stars were out, the breeze was pleasant, and I had the wheelhouse windows open.
This was where I belonged. On the sea, the quiet, the dark, under a blanket of stars, the peaceful sound of the waves against the hull. The sea was calm and I anticipated a good passage. The only concern was a small disturbance southeast rearing its ugly head. I'd keep an eye on it but we should be in home port before it arrived, unless, of course, it decided to veer into us.
It was coming three in the morning and the on-duty steward checked on me now and then, bringing me some food and coffee. I reviewed the instruments, then went out onto the bridge deck wing. My hands rested on the rails feeling Intrepid's heartbeat. Steady, strong, and sure. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the breeze, my long hair streaming out behind me. I could stand like this all night long. It was glorious.
