She craned her neck over his shoulder as he carried her through the door. “You gonna leave my clothes on the floor like that?”
“Do I look stupid? We’re on the clock. He could wake up any second.”
She traced his lips with her fingertip. “But if the boat rocks, they’ll be thrown all over the place,” she teased.
He paused on the stairs. “I am dry-docked and landlocked, sticking right here with you, my siren of a wife. We’re on solid ground. Nothing is going anywhere.”
“Aw.” Touched, she kissed him. It grew deeply passionate. He let her legs drift to find the step above him so he could roam his hands over her naked curves, lighting delicious fires in her nerve endings.
She worked on divesting him, caressing heated skin, leaving a few more articles of clothing on the stairs before she led him below to christen their new bed.