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I wanted her, bad.

But in spite of my rampaging urges, I found myself savoring our kiss.

I hugged her and tasted her lips. My heart fluttered.

My hard-on could wait.

We made out like teenagers—urgent, seeking, and intense.

She held me and nuzzled against my neck.

My five o’clock shadow was surely scraping against her soft cheeks and neck, but she held me like she hungered for more.

We stopped for air as my craving for her made my balls swell and tighten.

She sighed and said, “You’re clearly the best-looking of the brothers.”

My determination to ensure she loved every second of our time together barely held me back.

She trembled, and I hugged her and said, “We’re just taking our time.” I hugged her some more while we continued to stoke the fire inside us both through simple kissing and brushing against each other.

I held her in an embrace as we paused to catch our breath, but then she whispered, “I’ve never been kissed like this.”

I vowed she’d only have pleasure from me. The thrill of holding her was enough for now. I whispered as I wanted another nuzzle, “Sheereen-am,let’s not let it end yet.”

She bit her lip and asked, “Can the captain see us?”

Shyness was another sexy part of her.

Our captain was trained to not look at private moments, but I glanced at the clock and said, “He’s eating his dinner below deck right now.”

She smiled up at me and asked, “Are we safe?”

“Yes, don’t worry,” I said, and kissed her with all the longing in my heart.

Her hands were shaking while she unbuttoned her shirt and then guided my hand to the zipper of her trousers and said, “I trust you.”

The urge to simply take her nearly overwhelmed my good intentions, but I did as she asked and helped her remove them.

She was my fantasies come true. She was beautiful. When she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing me to see all of her, I ached for her.

She was mine.

I’d ensure she’d never leave.

I was so tense I had to clear my throat before I could rasp out, “You’re gorgeous.”

She laughed and reached for my shirt as she said, “No, you’re the one who's good-looking.”

I tasted her lips again, but my hands explored her breasts, her nipples hardening as I fondled them, then bent down and captured one in my mouth, licking, and nuzzling her. She encouraged me with little sighs and moans while her entire body flushed a pretty, seductive pink.

Excitement surged through me as I cupped her other breast and then switched my whole attention to that one.

She hugged me and whispered, “Yes.”

I skimmed one hand down her belly and lower to test her readiness with my fingers, while she responded by clutching me harder and groaning.

She was ready.