“I’m glad,” he admitted. “Grady and I have been friends for a long time.”
“You’re still friends,” she told him adamantly as she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down for a steamy kiss.
Jason groaned. He needed to show her the cabins soon. As their mouths separated, he said persuasively, “Come below.”
“But it’s beautiful up here,” she protested mildly and threw him a wicked smile.
“Something will be beautiful down below, too.”
“Won’t the crew think it’s odd that we’ve already disappeared below deck?”
“They work for me,” he replied cockily.
“I guess I could use a nap. Somebody kept me up late last night,” she admonished him playfully.
He picked her up, and headed toward the stairs. “Sweetheart, I think you’ll still be tired.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t,” she pondered teasingly. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
“We should,” he insisted as he took her down the stairs. She was so damn beautiful, there was no way he was letting her nap until later. Much later.
“I love you,” she murmured into his ear.
Holy shit. He moved faster, letting Hope open the door as they arrived at the cabin. “I love you, baby.”
“So what do you think?” he asked nervously.
“Beautiful,” Hope answered reverently. “I can’t believe you’ve never screwed a woman on this yacht. You’ve had it for a few years.”
“I couldn’t. This was my hope—or my Hope, actually. It wasn’t going to happen.”
“A real virgin yacht, huh?”
“Pure as the driven snow, if you don’t count the times I got off to fantasies about you being with me.” He’d had many of those.
“Let’s make your dreams come true,” she told him quietly, seriously.
“Baby, they already have.”
He kissed her, and she proceeded to bring his every fantasy to life, and she succeeded, making reality far better than fantasy.
He’d waited a lifetime for Hope, and every moment with her was better than the last.
Jason had decided that sometimes, miraculous things really were worth the wait.
~ The End ~