herself up to it with small cries of joy.
Oh, how she loved the feel of Tiger's body against hers, the pressure of the hands that urged her closer. Bethany felt enveloped by him. Everything else was forgotten. All of the realities that only a moment before had seemed so important faded away. She kissed the side of his face, relishing the rough scrape of his beard against her tender skin. Hungrily she found his lips, nipping their fullness before her tongue sought his in a silken duel. She heard the rasp of his breath against her throat and felt a thrill of excitement at her daring because she knew she was pleasing him.
Gripping her hips Tiger brought her even closer. He found her breasts and his teeth tightened on one swollen bud. He flicked hard with his tongue, then took the tip betwee n his teeth to tease and tug.
Bethany was lost in a whirlwind of desire; beyond thought or reason, carried high on the crest of an ecstasy too great to bear as Tiger whispered her name and together, clinging lest they fall off the world, they climbed to that highest peak of existence where only lovers venture.
When their breathing slowed Tiger gently brushed the damp hair from Bethany's forehead. Wordlessly he kissed her, again and again, soft kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids. His hands caressed her swollen breasts, then moved to the line of her back, soothing, calming. At last with a sigh he let her go.
"I have to relieve Chang," he said. "Do you mind if I shower first?" He smiled. "I'd like to shower with you but I know that if I do it will begin again." He took a strand of her golden hair and wrapped it around his finger as he looked at her. His face was serious, his eyes puzzled. "I don't know what it is you do to me, Bethany. What we shared a few moments ago should have been enough to last me for a while. But when I look at you I want you again and that frightens me. I wonder if there will ever be enough time for me to have all I want to have of you." He kissed her lips, then quickly, before he changed his mind, went in to shower.
Bethany closed her eyes. There won't be enough time, my love, she thought. When this China adventure is over I'll say goodbye to you and to this wondrous magic that we've shared. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned her face into the pillow, wondering how she'd ever bear to leave him.
The next few days passed without incident. They put in to another of the small islands for fuel and supplies. That night they moored the Dragon in the island's marina at a dock some distance from the other boats. Lee Tung had relatives on the island so Tiger told both Lee and Chang to spend the night ashore.
Since the cyclone all four of them had taken turns standing watch. Either Tiger or Bethany searched the sea with binoculars during the day. At night when they moored the watch was divided between Chang and Lee.
The morning after the cyclone, on Tiger's insistence, Bethany had moved her things into his cabin. She protested at first, worried about what the crew might think, but Tiger hadn't listened to her arguments. They were together now and they would be together until the end of their voyage.
That night in port, when they were alone, Tiger fixed two tall gin and tonics and brought them out on deck. He looked at Bethany approvingly as he handed her her drink. The sun had tanned her skin a deep golden color, and tonight, dressed in a white summer dress that just skimmed her shoulders, with her blond hair brushed loose, she looked so beautiful that she took his breath away.
Just for a moment his hand rested on one slender ankle, then he said, "Lee left a salad and dessert in the refrigerator. We'll eat later if you don't mind waiting a bit."
"No, it's lovely here. I don't think I've ever seen such a glorious sky."
Tiger sank down on the lounge beside her. He reached for Bethany's hand as together they watched the sky change from gold to salmon pink to vermilion and slowly darken. From the shore
Oh, how she loved the feel of Tiger's body against hers, the pressure of the hands that urged her closer. Bethany felt enveloped by him. Everything else was forgotten. All of the realities that only a moment before had seemed so important faded away. She kissed the side of his face, relishing the rough scrape of his beard against her tender skin. Hungrily she found his lips, nipping their fullness before her tongue sought his in a silken duel. She heard the rasp of his breath against her throat and felt a thrill of excitement at her daring because she knew she was pleasing him.
Gripping her hips Tiger brought her even closer. He found her breasts and his teeth tightened on one swollen bud. He flicked hard with his tongue, then took the tip betwee n his teeth to tease and tug.
Bethany was lost in a whirlwind of desire; beyond thought or reason, carried high on the crest of an ecstasy too great to bear as Tiger whispered her name and together, clinging lest they fall off the world, they climbed to that highest peak of existence where only lovers venture.
When their breathing slowed Tiger gently brushed the damp hair from Bethany's forehead. Wordlessly he kissed her, again and again, soft kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids. His hands caressed her swollen breasts, then moved to the line of her back, soothing, calming. At last with a sigh he let her go.
"I have to relieve Chang," he said. "Do you mind if I shower first?" He smiled. "I'd like to shower with you but I know that if I do it will begin again." He took a strand of her golden hair and wrapped it around his finger as he looked at her. His face was serious, his eyes puzzled. "I don't know what it is you do to me, Bethany. What we shared a few moments ago should have been enough to last me for a while. But when I look at you I want you again and that frightens me. I wonder if there will ever be enough time for me to have all I want to have of you." He kissed her lips, then quickly, before he changed his mind, went in to shower.
Bethany closed her eyes. There won't be enough time, my love, she thought. When this China adventure is over I'll say goodbye to you and to this wondrous magic that we've shared. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned her face into the pillow, wondering how she'd ever bear to leave him.
The next few days passed without incident. They put in to another of the small islands for fuel and supplies. That night they moored the Dragon in the island's marina at a dock some distance from the other boats. Lee Tung had relatives on the island so Tiger told both Lee and Chang to spend the night ashore.
Since the cyclone all four of them had taken turns standing watch. Either Tiger or Bethany searched the sea with binoculars during the day. At night when they moored the watch was divided between Chang and Lee.
The morning after the cyclone, on Tiger's insistence, Bethany had moved her things into his cabin. She protested at first, worried about what the crew might think, but Tiger hadn't listened to her arguments. They were together now and they would be together until the end of their voyage.
That night in port, when they were alone, Tiger fixed two tall gin and tonics and brought them out on deck. He looked at Bethany approvingly as he handed her her drink. The sun had tanned her skin a deep golden color, and tonight, dressed in a white summer dress that just skimmed her shoulders, with her blond hair brushed loose, she looked so beautiful that she took his breath away.
Just for a moment his hand rested on one slender ankle, then he said, "Lee left a salad and dessert in the refrigerator. We'll eat later if you don't mind waiting a bit."
"No, it's lovely here. I don't think I've ever seen such a glorious sky."
Tiger sank down on the lounge beside her. He reached for Bethany's hand as together they watched the sky change from gold to salmon pink to vermilion and slowly darken. From the shore
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