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He felt strong and safe. He laughed, the sound joyful, as his hand went to her chin to pull her in for a kiss.
    She felt like her whole life had been leading to this experience, this moment. The universe had been smiling upon her the whole time, knowing that this was what awaited her. The cruel children’s taunts, the lonely nights, the tears of shame, were all so that this moment could be this sweet. She thought her heart might burst from happiness. Never had any man shown this much care and attention to her. She felt her heart slipping into his pocket, knowing that he was all she ever wanted. It felt so incredibly fast, yet incredibly right to be falling in love with him. As she looked into his eyes, she knew he felt the same.
    He smiled, and grabbed her hand, leading her to the master suite. She was stunned by the luxury of the room, as it looked like it belonged more in a fancy hotel than a ship. An oversized bed sat in the center of the room, mahogany wood wrapping it to the floor and matching the walls and dressers. She could see satin bed sheets and large fluffed pillows, a soft glow coming from two impressive lamps. It was all nautical themed, with fish carved into the walls to look like the ocean was surrounding them. The elegance of it all took her breath away. He closed the door softly behind her as she stared at the elegance of the room. She quickly lost interest in it though as he stood behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. With his other hand, he pulled her hair to the side and began kissing down her neck. Every kiss was whisper soft, driving her crazy with every silky touch. She moaned softly, her body aching to have him. He continued to kiss her as he found the zipper running down her back. It slowly gave way, opening before him.
    She turned slowly around, stepping back slightly as she pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. His eyes grew dark with desire as he looked her over. No one had ever looked at her so lustfully, so eagerly. She felt a boldness enter her, a yearning to give herself completely to him because he wanted her. She had never felt this way before. Never had she thought of herself as beautiful, but as he looked at her, his eyes devouring every inch, she felt like a divine goddess.
    He quickly stripped himself of his shirt, leaving him in only dark blue slacks. His arms were well muscled from sailing, his chest muscular and smooth. She carefully slid out of her heels as he loomed over her, his masculine scent filling her senses. He kissed her again, his hands running across the bare skin of her shoulders and back. Her hands pressed into his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten as he pulled her in closer.
    “You’re shaking…” he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her. “Is everything all right? We can stop…”
    “No! No, please don’t stop. I have never wanted anything in my life so badly as I want you. I am just afraid this is a dream and I will wake up. I am scared this night is going to end and I am going to go back to back to… to being normal.” She looked up at him, her eyes big with hope and fear. She couldn’t go back to playing second fiddle after being with him. She had finally tasted what it felt like to be the winner, to be wanted. Megan could feel the ropes of her insecurities creeping around her.
    “I have waited for someone like you for so long. Megan, I have never felt this way about anyone. Especially never so quickly. Since I saw you, I have been able to think of nothing else. Every time I close my eyes, it is your smile I see.” His voice cracked, so full of emotion she thought it might somehow burst. “I wasn’t sure if it was all in my head, but then in the restaurant. I felt such a connection to you, something I couldn’t resist. Something I didn’t want to resist. I was so afraid you wouldn’t come tonight, that you would change your mind. I can’t tell you how wonderful tonight has been for me.”
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