Ship of Dreams (Dreams Come True Series Book 2) by Rebecca Heflin Page B
Authors: Rebecca Heflin
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fingers combing and tousling. His spicy cologne filled her senses, the heat pouring off his firm body, even as his hands slid along her ribs to her waist tugging her hips against him.
She loved kissing, but it had always been the hors d’oeuvres, not the entree. This kiss was the hors d’oeuvres, the entree, and the dessert, all rolled into one tasty meal. One she didn’t want to end.
Nathan retreated, leaned in for another taste, then retreated again. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m warmed up.” He pressed his forehead to hers.
She was more than warmed up. She was revved up. Maybe this cruise offered more than a career opportunity. A shipboard fling—complete with a built-in end date—might be fun. Something new.
Nathan returned to his cabin around one a.m. smelling of Laura’s perfume, and tasting her lips, jet-lagged and bone-tired, but also wired. After that soul-searing kiss on the lido deck he’d put a little distance between them and sought out more public entertainment in the form of the ship’s glitzy nightclub. There hadn’t been too many couples on the dance floor, and those that were there were grooving to Lady Gaga with moves from another era. But what the hell, they were having fun.
Laura had put those long, sexy legs to work on the floor, giving Nathan a run for his money. He liked to think he could hold his own, but she’d smoked him with her moves. Moves that could have given any one of the septuagenarians on the boat a heart attack.
They’d shared another steamy kiss in the elevator to her stateroom deck, where he’d said goodnight, notwithstanding the disappointed look on her beautiful face. He was tired, and he knew she had to be tired as well. They’d never have done justice to the sex they both wanted to have.
Peeling off his sweaty shirt, having discarded the jacket and tie long ago, he stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower before collapsing into bed. Alone.
He stood beneath the shower’s spray. The heat of the water washed away the energy buzz he had going, and turned his body to mush. Dog-tired, he shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack.
Laura offered the potential for a hot little interlude. With her mouth pressed to his, fingers entwined in his hair, he had to remind himself he was here on a reconnaissance mission, not a vacation. Spending too much time with her could take time away from interacting with other passengers. Time away from his subtle interrogation techniques on the crew.
He toweled his hair then slung the towel over the rack. His mind made up, he crawled into bed and drew the covers up.
His grandmother would be ashamed at his ungentlemanly behavior, but tomorrow, Laura Danforth would be on her own.
Chapter 6
Early the next morning, Nathan walked into the state-of-the-art fitness center intending to get a workout in before heading out on the shore excursion into Marseille later in the morning. He’d had a fitful night, with dreams about the beautiful Laura Danforth, in a variety of states of undress, tormenting him with that luscious mouth. He’d finally woken in a pool of sweat.
And there, on the treadmill, running like a gazelle, was the object of his desire. Tight running pants, skimpy tank top. He groaned. He thought a workout would clear his head, now here he was again fantasizing about Laura.
Women weren’t usually a distraction for him. Not that he didn’t like women. He did. A lot, in fact. He liked how they smelled, the way they walked, how they tasted. And he liked romancing them with flowers, fine wine and candlelit dinners, but he’d never had a problem keeping his eye on the ball. Until now.
He nodded a greeting at the older gentleman working out on the Cybex machine, performing an inept shoulder press.
Nathan chose the elliptical trainers on the opposite wall. He’d miss the view of the port, but at least he would work up a sweat in something other than erotic dreams. Punching in his
She loved kissing, but it had always been the hors d’oeuvres, not the entree. This kiss was the hors d’oeuvres, the entree, and the dessert, all rolled into one tasty meal. One she didn’t want to end.
Nathan retreated, leaned in for another taste, then retreated again. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m warmed up.” He pressed his forehead to hers.
She was more than warmed up. She was revved up. Maybe this cruise offered more than a career opportunity. A shipboard fling—complete with a built-in end date—might be fun. Something new.
Nathan returned to his cabin around one a.m. smelling of Laura’s perfume, and tasting her lips, jet-lagged and bone-tired, but also wired. After that soul-searing kiss on the lido deck he’d put a little distance between them and sought out more public entertainment in the form of the ship’s glitzy nightclub. There hadn’t been too many couples on the dance floor, and those that were there were grooving to Lady Gaga with moves from another era. But what the hell, they were having fun.
Laura had put those long, sexy legs to work on the floor, giving Nathan a run for his money. He liked to think he could hold his own, but she’d smoked him with her moves. Moves that could have given any one of the septuagenarians on the boat a heart attack.
They’d shared another steamy kiss in the elevator to her stateroom deck, where he’d said goodnight, notwithstanding the disappointed look on her beautiful face. He was tired, and he knew she had to be tired as well. They’d never have done justice to the sex they both wanted to have.
Peeling off his sweaty shirt, having discarded the jacket and tie long ago, he stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower before collapsing into bed. Alone.
He stood beneath the shower’s spray. The heat of the water washed away the energy buzz he had going, and turned his body to mush. Dog-tired, he shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack.
Laura offered the potential for a hot little interlude. With her mouth pressed to his, fingers entwined in his hair, he had to remind himself he was here on a reconnaissance mission, not a vacation. Spending too much time with her could take time away from interacting with other passengers. Time away from his subtle interrogation techniques on the crew.
He toweled his hair then slung the towel over the rack. His mind made up, he crawled into bed and drew the covers up.
His grandmother would be ashamed at his ungentlemanly behavior, but tomorrow, Laura Danforth would be on her own.
Chapter 6
Early the next morning, Nathan walked into the state-of-the-art fitness center intending to get a workout in before heading out on the shore excursion into Marseille later in the morning. He’d had a fitful night, with dreams about the beautiful Laura Danforth, in a variety of states of undress, tormenting him with that luscious mouth. He’d finally woken in a pool of sweat.
And there, on the treadmill, running like a gazelle, was the object of his desire. Tight running pants, skimpy tank top. He groaned. He thought a workout would clear his head, now here he was again fantasizing about Laura.
Women weren’t usually a distraction for him. Not that he didn’t like women. He did. A lot, in fact. He liked how they smelled, the way they walked, how they tasted. And he liked romancing them with flowers, fine wine and candlelit dinners, but he’d never had a problem keeping his eye on the ball. Until now.
He nodded a greeting at the older gentleman working out on the Cybex machine, performing an inept shoulder press.
Nathan chose the elliptical trainers on the opposite wall. He’d miss the view of the port, but at least he would work up a sweat in something other than erotic dreams. Punching in his
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