The Billionaire's Christmas Cruise by Dakota Rebel (my reading book txt) 📕

the crowds. Then on one of the decks, we’d laughed and played chess on a giant board fashioned on the floor and pieces that came to mid-thigh.

Then he’d indulged me with a trip to one of the many buffets. So. Much. Food. I wasn’t actually sure I’d be able to eat dinner. Chase had just laughed and off we’d jogged—or in my case waddled—to a bar at the back of the huge boat where we’d played trivia with a bunch of other passengers and then listened to contestants in the ship’s version of American Idol.

Excursions with Chase were amazing, but just hanging out with him and having fun was even better. I’m not sure he let go of my hand the entire day, except maybe when we’d been at the buffet.

“Dinner in the room is cool,” I agreed. “We won’t have to dress up then.”

“No. We can even be naked.”

I licked my bottom lip then sank my teeth into it. I couldn’t imagine sitting across from him nude while we ate. Not yet anyway. Maybe after? And then a lot tomorrow. We’re at sea all day.

His smile was a little wolfish, and I got the feeling he was thinking of eating me up—or just eating me as the case might be.

“I didn’t drink at all today,” I added.

“I noticed.”

“And I know exactly what I want.”

“And what’s that, love.”

Love…? I swallowed hard. “You.”

“You have me.”

Crap, he was going to make me say it.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m going to change for dinner. You can have your meal here, and I’ll do the buffet or something.”

Turning on my heel, I marched toward our bedroom. I screeched when he suddenly scooped me up from behind. He didn’t slow until he dropped me on the bed, him following and covering me in one smooth motion. Grabbing my wrists, he held them down on either side of my head while he loomed over me.

“No tantrums. Use your words, Em.”

“I…want…you. To get off me!”

One side of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head. He brushed his lips over mine. “You want me to get you off? Okay.”

“That’s not—”

But when he started kissing his way down the V of my neckline, I stopped arguing. He might be infuriating sometimes, but mostly, he just wanted me and wanted me to be happy.

I squirmed against his grasp on my wrists, not to get away but because I wanted to help him get off my shirt then remove his…so I could touch him everywhere.

“Do you really want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop?” he asked against my lips. “You know I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“Don’t you dare. Or I’ll…I’ll…” I’d what? That was the thing with threats. You actually had to have something good to back up your ire.

“You’ll what?” The tone of his rumbling voice was a dead giveaway, even if I could only feel his smile as he kissed me near my ear.

“What?” I sighed, distracted. He made me feel so good, melty, tingly everywhere.

“What will you do if I stop?”

“Don’t stop.” My fingers flexed, and I went to reach for him, only to realize he still held down my wrists. It almost surprised me. Nothing threw me off-kilter, but something about this man took my whole brain offline.

“Or…?”

“Um…or…um…” I’d what? “I’ll never speak to you again! Quit talking about stopping.”

“You’re the one who told me to get off you.”

“Do you want to?”

He nipped at my shoulder. “Fuck, no. Not in this lifetime.”

Given permission to go forward, though, he did release my wrists. Before I could reach for him, he was sweeping my T-shirt up over my head. It fluttered to the floor while he reached for the strings of the bikini top I wore beneath it.

“I’ve been dying to see these,” he told me as he pushed away the fabric, his mouth already kissing along one slope. “The peek you gave me the other day in the cabana was only enough to torment me. I’ve been craving these little nipples in my mouth.”

As if to prove the point, he covered one, sucking it deep into his mouth. I arched, crying out. My fingers speared into his soft locks while his tongue and teeth played over me. I was getting so wet, so needy with every draw, every nip. I writhed, trying to get closer. Needing…more. But not knowing exactly what. The only what in my head was Chase. I just needed Chase in a way I’d never needed anyone or anything.

He moved back and forth between my breasts, driving me higher toward the cliff where I knew I’d plummet over into pleasure. But he took his time. There was no rush in his action, though the urgency loomed there, thick in the air. The atmosphere vibrated with our passion, wrapping us in a tight blanket that blocked everything but each other.

I pulled at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against me. Almost as if reading my mind, but never missing a beat, he yanked it off and tossed it next to mine.

A groan escaped me as my palms landed on his warm, soft skin. The firm muscles beneath told me how much time he spent taking care of this magnificent body—a lot. I knew he hadn’t been going to the ship’s gym since he’d been spending every moment with me, but he’d been active and gotten a workout carrying me around. Often. Which I liked.

My fingertips traveled down his sides to his slim hips, hitting his loose waistband. If he could touch me then…

I pushed inside and pulled him closer to me. At some point, he’d wedged between my thighs. I lifted them around him, pushing my feet into the mattress as I tried to get closer to him. His jean-clad cock pressed into my pussy, grinding into me as I sought my pleasure.

Chase nipped the underside of one breast, making me gasp and shiver before he started a path of fiery kisses down my torso.