Page 12 of His to Seduce
I nodded as his hand reached the bun at my neck. He tugged on my hair and it fell down to my waist, brushing against my skin.
“What are you doing?” My hands went to my hair, feeling for my tie, but David stepped back and out of my reach. My bright pink hair band was now on his wrist and I glared at him.
“I’m keeping it. I like your hair down. It’s gorgeous, and I want to be able to touch it whenever I want.”
My hands flew to my hips. His unabashed grin didn’t disappear under my withering gaze. “Besides, you’re gorgeous, all of you, and this weekend, I plan on touching you. A lot. All the time, actually.”
To prove his point, he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me flush against his chest. “I can’t even decide right now if I like you dressed in this bikini or if I like you naked more. But I do like knowing that when you’re close to an orgasm, all of your body flushes.”
God.I was on fire. Burning from the inside out. From my toes to my scalp. How did he do this to me? He was arrogant and cocky and bossy and impossible, but every time he touched me, every time he whispered to me in his husky voice, I conceded to whatever he wanted.
“David,” I whispered, his name ragged through my dry voice. “What are we doing today? I’m not such a fan of surprises.”
As if he caught my nerves battling with my desire for him, he pulled back and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I told you. We’re going on a boat.”
—
We were not on a boat. We were on a vessel leading me straight to my death.
The wind whipped my hair, and I held it back with one hand as David stood next to me, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand at the railing.
“Isn’t this view insane?” He had to shout over the roar of the boat’s engine. He looked down at me, wide smile stretching across his cheeks showing perfectly white, straight teeth.
He was in love.
I was terrified and speechless. I shook my head, rolled my eyes at his excitement, and curled my fingers more tightly around the railing.
Snorkeling. In the ocean. With fishes and sharks and jellyfish and a host of other creatures that could kill us before we knew they were there.
My idea of fun? Hardly. Give me a book and a foreign beer and a fireplace and I was happy.
The boat slowed and the bow dipped low. Waves of salt water rushed over our feet and I jumped back, straight into David’s chest.
He laughed. His mouth pressed against my ear and the vibration of his laughter made me shiver.
“You’re crazy,” I said after the engine died and we were drifting over the waves. Two small islands were a short distance away in front of us. I’d been told they were uninhabited. Between those islands and the boat there was nothing but water and the curves and movements of life beneath it. “Are you sure this is safe?”
“We didn’t die yesterday.”
“Comforting.”
Footsteps behind us caught my attention and I turned, looking at our captain, Raheem, over David’s shoulder. David removed his hands from the railing and placed them on my hips, holding me steady.
“It’ll be fine, Camden. Raheem brought us guys here yesterday and we had a blast. Nothing can hurt you here, I promise. And besides, I wouldn’t let it.” His words soothed me slightly until Raheem held up two sets of flippers and eye masks and snorkels.
Raheem looked like he’d been toking it since he woke up; he had bloodshot eyes and a lazy smile. Long black dreadlocks fell past his shoulders and he moved in a way that was almost lyrical. Smooth and relaxed, and he was probably stoned out of his mind. I flashed wide eyes to David. “This man? He’s who you trust to keep us alive?”
David chuckled, letting go of me to take the gear from Raheem’s outstretched hands.
“The water is rougher today,” he said in a thick Jamaican accent. “More sea life will be visible, but don’t go too deep. The coral can scratch.”
More sea life? Coral that can scrape me?
As if David sensed my growing unease, he settled a hand on my lower back and moved us toward a bench on the side of the boat.
Raheem, done with the duty of his warning and delivering our snorkeling supplies, turned and walked to the back of boat, where he lifted a joint and lit it.
“Great,” I mumbled, sitting down while David squatted in front of me. “Raheem’s stoned.”
