“Yes,” Ash said. “I’ll stay with you.”
Kallie’s hand fell toward his, and he laced their fingers together. The boat slowly bobbed away from the islands and the coral reef. So long as he could see the glow of St. Barts, he’d be able to get back. And if all else failed, a quick distress call without Kallie’s knowledge to the guards that were scattered along the beach would help guide him back in.
“Kallie?”
“Mhm?”
“Will you dance with me?”
He watched as her gaze whipped over to him and she smiled.
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“I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Ash.”
“I guess you bring out the best in me,” he said as he offered his hand.
He stood, helping Kallie to her feet, then he pulled her soft body to his. He wrapped his arm around her waist and suspended her hand in the air against his. He began to sway their bodies. Move their feet in time with the waves splashing against the yacht. Kallie’s face fell to his chest and his chin settled on top of her head and he wondered if she could feel his heart. How quickly it was beating the deeper she melted into him. She had him all twisted up in knots. Nervous for the very first time in his life around another woman. He closed his eyes and took it all in. The way her pliable curves meshed with his body. The way her steady breathing felt against his skin. The way her hand fit perfectly into his.
Then, out of nowhere, Ash started singing.
“‘Come away with me in the night. Come away with me and I will write you a song. Come away with me on a bus. Come away where they can't tempt us, with their lies. And I want to walk with you on a cloudy day in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high. So won't you try to come.’”
“‘Come away with me and we’ll kiss...’”
Kallie uttered the last line of the song as she tilted her head up to see Ash. He looked down into her eyes, watching as the expanse of the sky reflected back at him in her stare. He was lost. A sucker for all she was, and he knew it. He knew he was falling into the endless abyss of uncertainty she brought into his life, and he loved it.
Somehow, after only a week of having her around, he was in love with her.
“Pretty Kallie,” he said with a whisper.
His lips dipped to hers and their movements ceased. His hands fell to her back and cloaked her, pulling her as deeply as he could get her into the crooks of his body. He drew in a deep breath, feeling her moan into him. He drew in her scent. Her taste. Her feel and her presence. He drew in her decadence and her curves and the valleys of her body. He drew in her essence. Her aura. Everything about her that drove him wild. That rooted him to reality.
That made him sway with weakness at the sight of her in the morning.
He sank them both onto a large cushion at the front of the ship. Underneath the stars, surrounded by nothing and no one other than the water that carried them away from the hustle and bustle of the island. He slid back her layers until nothing but her soft breasts were pressed against his bare chest. Parted her legs until nothing slid against his cock but her warm wetness. Their clothes were discarded, and he was tangled in her arms. Rolling around with her on the length of the cushion that kept them positioned underneath the stars that would behold the beauty of their writhing bodies that night.
It was romantic.
And he loved it.
His tongue slid into her mouth as his hips fell forward. Pressing into Kallie’s body as she gasped and skimmed her hands up his back. Goose bumps trickled along his skin, tethering him to the woman underneath him. Her breasts undulated against him and her hips rolled to encompass the whole of him. He sizzled as colors burst in his sights. Wondrous rainbows that blinded him and exposed him to the beauty of the woman sighing underneath him. Their lips danced and his skin heated. Her fingertips inched along his twitching muscles as her toes rushed up the backs of his legs.
“Oh, Ash,” Kallie said breathlessly. “I...”
He nuzzled her nose, knowing full good and well what she was trying to say. What she was going to say. What her body wanted to say. He rolled deeply into her, causing her to moan as her jaw unhinged in pleasure. He nibbled on her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth and listening as she whimpered beneath him. He propped himself up on his hands and planted his knees, watching the way her body melded with his.
He couldn’t take his eyes off their connection. Off the slickened arousal that painted his cock white. The evidence of her want. Her lust. Her passion for him. His head was spinning. Stars were bursting in his vision. Her body throbbed and jostled as the boat rocked in time with their passion.
With their tenderness.
“Come back.”
Kallie’s voice ripped him from his trance and his gaze rushed up to hers.
“Come back to me, Ash.”
And he fell into her, their lips crashing together, as their bodies rolled over and she straddled his pelvis.