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but he doesn’t release me. My ankles unlock from his waist and I find the sand underfoot as his kisses become more demanding, more urgent. My hand searches him out under the water and I palm him through his shorts, reveling at how I affect him. The hand on my ass comes around my hip to dip in the front of my bottoms with his long, beautiful fingers. I swallow a moan as he massages my clit, and gasp for air when he releases my swollen lips.
    He pushes a finger inside me and says, “I want to make you cum, right here, right now,” and my internal muscles clench. He could fuck me right now and I wouldn’t care who was watching, I’m so aroused.
    “Please.” It comes out needy and wanton, but that’s exactly what I am in this moment. I want him inside me.
    “Fuck, woman. I can’t get enough of you.” He attacks my mouth again as he alternates massaging my clit and entering me with his fingers. I dip my hand past the waistband of his shorts and grasp him firmly in my hand. He’s rock hard, hot, and pulsing, even under water. My legs start to tremble as my orgasm builds. I tug and pull on him a little rougher than I would normally because of the spasms rocking my body, but he doesn’t seem to mind and thrusts his hips. I cum, clenching his fingers inside me. My head rocks back and our lips part, but only slightly while I gasp for air, our chins still touching. I manage to continue jerking him off as I come down from my climax, and when he starts to pulse in my hand, I bite his bottom lip and thrust my tongue into his mouth.
    Our frantic kiss eventually slows and we part lips, our chests heaving against each other. His cheeks are pink, his lips swollen, a lazy, sated smile on his face that makes me giggle. “I can’t believe we did that.” His voice is gravelly. So sexy.
    Because of Eric’s, shall we say, expertise in the sex department, I figure he has been with a ton of women. The thought makes me stabby. “You’ve never done that before?” Sarcasm drips from my lips like venom.
    He pulls back his head from me as if I’ve slapped him. A moment later his hands hold my face so I look him in the eyes. “No, I’ve never done that in the ocean before.” The tone of his voice is soft as he watches me, unblinking.
    My shoulders sag as I realize his sincerity. “Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. I’ve been with more than a handful of women, I’m not going to lie. But…” he tips his head so our foreheads touch, “I’ve never felt this constant need for anyone else in my life.” My stomach turns inside out. “I’ve had girlfriends before and I’ve had hookups, but this… pull between us, chemistry or whatever, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Not like this.”
    Oh my God. My heart pounds against my ribcage as blood rushes through my veins. I feel like I jumped off a cliff, except I’m not sure what’s below, waiting for me. I squeeze my eyes closed, our foreheads still connected as Eric’s breath skims my cheek. “I’m getting off the ship in four days.” Don’t cry, don’t cry.
    “I know. I don’t want you to.” He kisses my lips chastely and then enfolds me tightly in his arms as I struggle to keep the tears from falling.

Chapter Twelve
    W ithout discussion, we go straight to Eric’s room once we’re back on the Stella Maris . Inside, he guides me to his bathroom and turns on the shower. “Let’s wash some of that salt and sand away, shall we?”
    I’m afraid if I answer, I’ll burst into tears. I’m overwhelmed. Instead, I nod and step out of my flip-flops. Eric slowly pulls my shirt over my head, unbuttons my shorts, and unties my bikini top and bottom. Instead of ogling me as I stand there naked, he cups my cheek and kisses me gently on the forehead, before guiding me into the water. He takes his clothes off and joins me. He gently rubs shower gel over my sun-kissed shoulders as I watch the sand swirl down the drain. “It’s okay. Relax.” Somehow he senses I’m on the