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on his bed, alone.
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    “Everything okay?” David appeared at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the rail.
    I stood up. “Yes, fine.” My voice squeaked higher than a mouse. He must have thought I was crazy.
    He walked over to me until he stood so close we were nearly touching. I took a sharp gulp and it caught in my throat. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
    He lifted my chin with his hand so my face was looking into his. There was a deep longing in his eyes that must have matched my own.
    “I haven’t had a woman on my boat for a long time,” he said as he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my back so I pressed into his chest. His heart was pumping as fast as mine. “You being here, it’s driving me crazy. I can’t concentrate.”
    “Me either,” I managed to squeak out.
    He breathed in my hair and groaned.
    He was about to kiss me, I knew it.
    Except he didn’t.
    He let me go, letting his fingers untangle with mine and took a step away. “I should take you back now.”
    A tiny bubble of disappointment settled in my stomach. I trembled. “Have I done something wrong?”
    “Of course not. But you, me, the ocean rocking under our feet, all I want to do is peel your clothes of, take you here and now. You don’t understand how much I want you. All I can think about is feeling you, touching you,” he paused and then whispered, “fucking you.”
    I whimpered. I wanted that too - didn’t he see that?
    “But it’s not fair. I can’t give you want you need. I’m not ready.”
    “Ready for what? Can’t you see that I’m here, on your boat? I want you too.”
    He shook his head. “I can’t talk about it.”
    “Fine.” I pushed past him, to the steps to the deck above. Coldness rippled through me, tempering the heat that was building in my tightly closed fists.
    “Mia, wait.”
    Still on the steps I turned. He sat down on the bed and buried his head in his hands. “It’s taking all of my strength not to grab you back.”
    “Whatever. I don’t care. Just take me home.”
    “A year ago my fiancé died. That’s the reason I don’t talk to women much anymore. But my friends told me it was time, and then I saw you, so gorgeous, so not like anyone I’ve ever met. You were only going to be here for a short time. I could have a holiday fling with you, use you to get my life back together. But I like you more than that. You’re strong, determined.”
    “Oh, what about, beautiful, hot, sexy as hell?”
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    I walked back to the bed and sat next to him. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say, but he needed to hear it straight. “Have a holiday fling with me. I’m not ready for a relationship either. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with my life after this is over. The truth is I don’t want to even think about it now. It’s too much all at once to deal with.”
    He looked at me, with hunger and desire in his eyes.
    “Let’s forget about our problems. Just for a few days. Let’s have some fun,” I said.
    David didn’t waste any time. He pushed me back on the bed, kissing my neck, my chin, my mouth. His lips crushed against mine and tasted like the salt air. I was hungry for more.
    His tongue assaulted me , his hands explored my body. I had unleashed his pent up desire, and I liked every bit of it. “God, Mia, you’re so fucking hot.” He kissed my neck, nibbled my ear, sucked the nape of my shoulder. I lapped up his attention.
    He straddled me, knees on either side of my body and sat up, leaning back and peeling his shirt away from his body. His chest and abs were every bit as muscular as I remembered from yesterday. The tattoo on his arm wasn’t his only one, he had another just above the hip bone, drawing my eyes lower to where I could see he was already hard.
    He leaned down and kissed my neck again sending tiny shivers through my body. His hands explored my skin, creeping under my clothes. I could feel myself becoming slick