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married to sleep together unnecessary. She was more certain than ever that they were meant to be together.
    “Aren’t we as good as man and wife? We love each other, we’re planning a future together, and surely we shouldn’t let a piece of paper stop us from expressing that. Couldn’t we just pretend that this is our honeymoon?”
    “I guess I could never afford anywhere as grand as the Titanic for us . . . .”
    While Joe mulled it over, Madeleine took affirmative action and pulled his shirt open to reveal an already puckered nipple.
    “I want this.”
    She teased the pebbled flesh with the tip of her tongue before her hungry mouth devoured it.
    “And I came up here to cool off.” Joe gave a strained laugh.
    “What’s stopping you?” she asked.
    She deftly removed his shirt. Though he seemed a little shy about it, he assisted her as she moved on to his shorts.
    He didn’t give her time to fully appreciate the view, but she took a mental picture before he dived into the pool. Manual labor certainly did wonders for the male physique. The heavily defined muscles of his arms and chest were surpassed only by his strong corded thighs and the tantalizing indents at his hips pointing the way to heaven.
    The male anatomy was nothing new to her, but Joe’s attributes made her mouth water. As if to torture her further, he made a run for the pool, showing her a flash of the pert behind she wanted to sink her teeth into.
    “What are you waiting for, Mrs. Marlowe?” he called to her.
    His less than graceful dive showered her with water. She couldn’t wait to join in and jumped in behind him. When she surfaced and cleared the water from her face, she found Joe watching.
    “You’re beautiful.” He brushed the hair from her face.
    The heartfelt compliment, one without ulterior motive, came as a bolt from the blue. So, too, did the well of emotion her body produced in response. She dealt with it the only way she knew how, by wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him. All the fears she harbored about giving away her heart dissolved in the water around them.

Chapter Three
    Joe Marlowe was no saint. A saint would keep his distance no matter what temptation lay in his path, not permit a naked woman to rub herself along his body in a forbidden part of the ship. Nor would a saint’s mind stray to imagine that sensual mouth of hers sucking and licking a different part of him. But Madeleine had pushed him too far to turn back now.
    His groan encouraged her to press closer. Her full breasts cushioned his chest; the soft mound between her thighs brushed along his hardness. In the pool’s secret depths, the lips of her womanhood grazed his shaft and scrambled the last selfless thought in his head.
    Backing Madeleine into the side of the pool, he lifted her legs and hoisted them onto his waist. One thrust sheathed him in her silken folds, and nothing mattered anymore except the joining of their bodies.
    Madeleine threw back her head and moaned her acceptance. He watched their erotic silhouette in the watery reflections around the pool house. And, as the pale globes of her breasts bobbed in the water and her inner muscles clenched around his cock, he was overcome with heady lust. He would give anything to have the use of a first-class suite . . . and the time and luxury to explore her feminine curves in exquisite detail. But he had neither.
    Feet planted on the bottom of the pool, hands anchored to the flare of her hips, he drove into her like a man possessed. Louisa might have taught him the mechanics of sex, but his ex had never made him lose control the way Madeleine did. These last months since she came into his life had tested his vow to remain celibate. A kiss, even a look from her, sent a rush of blood straight to his cock. Now, with their commitment to each other voiced out loud, he was finally free to enjoy the pleasures of her body.
    So responsive beneath him, Madeleine tightened and released her hold as he screwed her