7. Eric

Chapter 7

Eric

As I step onto the yacht, I take a moment to soak it all in. It’s goddamn impressive and I’m caught between a smirk and a scowl. Roman, the asshole, knows how to spend my money. This place looks like something out of a magazine spread. With exotic woods, gleaming finishes, and a goddamn pool, I’m guessing this is the most expensive yacht Roman could find.

“Welcome aboard!” the captain greets us before quickly showing us around. He offers to have the porter bring our luggage to our cabins, but I stop him.

“We’d like some privacy. We’ll call down if we want anything other than that, so please don’t disturb us.” Being waited on hand and foot gets old, and I don’t want any interruptions.

“As you wish.” After a deckhand brings in our luggage and sets it in the main salon, the captain shows me the intercom system. “Just let us know when you’d like your meals served and if you need anything else.” Fucking perfect.

Once we’re alone, I turn to my girl. “Pick what cabin you want, and I’ll bring your luggage in for you.”

She grins, her eyes brightening with mischief. “I’m capable of carrying my own bag.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll let you carry it.” My Grammy Helen would roll over in her grave if she thought I let a lady carry her luggage.

After settling into our respective rooms, I change into my shorts and t-shirt and head out to the deck, ready to get a start on this little mini-vacation.

When Eve walks out wearing a summer dress that clings just right and dances around her body with every gust of wind, I nearly swallow my goddamn tongue. Fuck. She’s stunning. It’s the kind of sight that has me longing to reach out and pull her close, bury my nose in her hair, and feel the warmth emanating from her skin.

“Wow,” I manage, the word barely escaping my lips as I watch her. My grip on the railing tightens as I fight the urge to stride across the deck and kiss her until we’re breathless.

“I’m glad you like this old thing,” she teases, mock-sweetness dancing in her singsong tone as she spins around, her dress flaring beautifully.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” I counter smoothly, despite the way my heart beats faster than a goddamn racehorse.

“It must’ve been something great.” She winks adorably, and I realize she already owns my fucking heart.

I can’t stop myself. Striding across the deck, I pull her curvy body against mine, feeling the heat radiate from her body. She stares up at me, surprise flickering across her features followed closely by desire. Electricity crackles in the air between us.

Our lips meet, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids. It’s raw and intense, igniting every nerve ending as I deepen the kiss, brushing my tongue against her lips and tasting the lingering sweetness of the wine we’d been sipping. The world around us dissolves into nothingness as desire for her consumes me.

When I finally pull back, both of us panting for breath, I can see the surprise still lingering in her emerald-green eyes. “Wow,” she whispers, blinking rapidly like she’s just emerged from a dream.

“You’re impossible to resist,” I reply, my voice gravelly with desire.

She leans closer, and I can’t help myself. I want to kiss her again and feel the rush of electricity and fire that makes everything else fade away. I reach for her, catching her gaze with intensity as we hang in this delicate dance, a precarious balance of uncertainty and urgency.

The captain’s voice breaks through our bubble, announcing that our meal is ready, and I begrudgingly step back. “Time to eat,” I say, trying to get my heart rate under control.

After a while, I notice Eve isn’t touching her food. “Is everything okay?”

She looks up from her untouched meal, those incredible eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my pulse spike. For a moment, it feels like the very air between us thickens with unsaid words.

“I’m not hungry for food,” she replies, the soft cadence of her voice carrying an undercurrent that sends a jolt straight to my cock. The fucker grows harder as she stares into my eyes.

My heart kicks up into my throat as I ask, “What are you hungry for then?”

Her lips curl into a sly smile, something mischievous dancing in her gaze. “You.”

Hell fucking yes! She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My body is ready, my instincts screaming for me to make her mine. Without thinking, I scoop her up, lift her against my chest, and carry her straight to my cabin. The moment I set her on her feet, I can hardly suppress the adrenaline coursing through me. Stepping back, I rip my shirt off, sending buttons flying like confetti.

“Nice,” she teases, her eyes roaming over my naked chest. “I kinda feel overdressed though.” She eyes her summer dress, the fabric soft and flowing around her curves.

“We can do something about that,” I growl, stepping toward her and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. I cover her lips with mine, my tongue running along the seam of her pouty mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating, and as she parts her lips, our tongues tangle, an electric jolt shooting through me. Her luscious curves melt against my body while the rest of the world falls away.

As I drag her even closer, my cock hardens, turning to stone, every instinct urging me to hurry the fuck up. Backing her up until her legs bump against the edge of the silky black bed, I pull back just enough to gauge her reaction. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.

“Never been surer of anything,” she replies, the firmness of her words igniting something primal deep within me.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “I’m going to make you mine forever.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she murmurs, leaning up to run her tongue along the underside of my jaw, sending electric shocks radiating down my spine. Her bright green eyes roam over my chest, heat pooling between us as I feel the magnetic pull of desire swirling around and tightening the air.

“Let’s get rid of this dress, shall we?” I say, my voice gravelly with longing. I step closer, teasingly pulling the fabric over her head. When I slide down the front of her lacy pink bra, letting it fall open, my breath hitches.

Fuck. She’s perfect. As I stare down at her curves, my knees almost buckle as the punch to my gut leaves me breathless. She’s so goddamn beautiful, she has me standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering dangerously close to losing all control. Eve’s skin glistens in the soft glow of the table lamp in the corner, accentuating every single curve that has my mind racing and my body igniting with longing.

Her gaze flickers at my appreciative response, that sultry spark igniting again as she lets the heat of the moment wrap around us. The tension is palpable, thickening the air as her breath comes just a little harder.

“Eric,” she breathes, a note of hesitation creeping into her voice as she continues, “I’ve never done this before.” It fucking shocks and thrills me equally. Hell fucking yes. It might make me a Neanderthal, but I love the thought of being the only man to ever touch her luscious body.

“Good.” I’m not at all sorry about my possessiveness. “Once you’re mine, I don’t plan on letting you slip through my fingers.”

I step in closer, trapping her between me and the bed, feeling the energy shift, the heat rising between us like smoke from a fire.

Her eyes soften, a mix of desire and trust simmering beneath her playful exterior. Then make me yours,” she says, and her voice is steady, emboldened by her own needs and desires.

The air between us crackles with desire. I want her to feel every ounce of need I’ve got coiled tight inside me. I’m reaching the goddamn breaking point, but I refuse to rush this.

As I lower my lips to hers once more, time slows, and everything else fades into insignificance. The world comes down to just us. As our two bodies collide in a rush of heated passion, our destinies braid tighter with each kiss, each touch, each gasp. There’s no doubt in my mind; I’m here for the long haul, and I’m planning to make the night unforgettable.

I slowly run my finger around one of her berry-red nipples. “You’ve got some dangerous curves.” She suddenly grips the back of my head and pulls me closer to her silky skin.

I alternate sucking and gently nipping on both of her nipples while my curvy siren cries out my name. I give her a little push and watch as she bounces on the black velvety comforter.

She leans up on her elbows and watches as I slowly push my pants and underwear down my legs. She blinks several times as her eyes grow round, her sultry voice announcing, “I won the jackpot.”

“I’m glad you think so.” I smile and reach down to palm my painfully hard cock as I prowl over to the bed. She watches as I slide my hand up and down. When she spreads her legs, I get a peek at the wet spot in the center of her pinky silky thong and growl, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

I drop to my knees next to the bed and pull her curvy ass to the edge before ripping her silky thong down her legs. I toss it over my shoulder and stare into my girl’s eyes as I spread her pussy lips. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw you standing next to the stage,” I whisper against her inner thigh and watch goosebumps erupt on her silky skin.

Her elbows give out and she drops back on the soft covers as I run my tongue straight up her wet slit. My cock bounces against my stomach, leaving a trail of fluid as her taste bursts through me. I close my lips around her clit and suck hard while sliding a finger around her soaking-wet opening.

When I press my finger a little deeper, her inner walls squeeze my finger so hard that I nearly come. Goddamn. Closing my eyes, I drop my forehead against her soft skin and breathe deeply, hoping to get myself under control. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and I know I’m not going to last long once I get my cock inside her sweet pussy.