It helps that he’s excessively wealthy and desires me right back.
Our chemistry seems to make us both a little nuts. When we’re not fucking, we’re flirting and teasing one another.
I’ll be honest, I love it.
Licking my fingers, I consider doing the same to the plate and then lose the opportunity when the server clears it away. So far I’ve seen over half a dozen staff on board.
Did he do all this for me?
It’s intimidating and a little overwhelming. And I wonder if he goes to this much trouble with every woman hedoesn’t date. Then again, you know what they say about men wanting what they can’t have.
Unless he thinks I’m lying.
Which I’m not.
A man like Travis will break my heart into a trillion pieces if I let myself think he’s the one.
Maybe this is a game for him. I mean, this is intense. A whole superyacht out on the Hudson River. With a full moon. Although even he can’t control the heavens.
Still, perhaps backing off theno-datingtalk and scaring him a little isn’t a bad idea.
“So, have you ever thought about getting married?” I lift my wine and take a slow sip while Travis appears to have a brain hemorrhage.
His fingers tighten around his glass, and the tick in his jaw throbs. “No.”
“You would make a lovely husband.” I smile.
“What are you doing?” he growls, his brows bunching.
“Nothing. I’m just saying, a woman wooed by you would be lucky and very impressed.”
“Wooed.” He repeats totally deadpan.
“Yes, it means—”
“I know what it means.” He drops his glass loudly onto the table. “I don’twoowomen. I’m not wooing you. As you said, this is...sex.”
Wow.
Okay, that was quite the reaction. I don’t blink or react.
“Really, because digging out the big boat and putting together a candlelit dinner on the river is giving a girl ideas.”
“You think this is funny?” he asks darkly, and I want to laugh.
I glance around, and two of the servers stand near the door looking uncomfortable as hell. I turn back to him and press my lips together to stop grinning.
“I think you’re spending a ton of money to just sleep with me.” I tilt my head. “This is just sex, isn’t it?”
I am not going to be played or get my heart broken.
Travis, with fire in his eyes, leans closer. “I was going to fuck you on the table, as a matter of fact.”
My cheeks heat and core clenches.
Then he leans back and places an arm along the leather. “Now I’m going to make you wait for your orgasm.”
Liar.
