On that note, she wrapped one hand around his neck, pulled him to her mouth and kissed him.
Kira soon found herself pressed against the railing, Tarek’s hands roving over her bare back as he kissed his way down her neck, pausing to slide his tongue down the valley between her breasts. When he worked his way back up to her lips, he also worked her dress up her thighs and clasped her bare bottom.
He leaned back and grinned. “I believe you forgot something, or perhaps you were prepared for this.”
“None of the above. I was trying to avoid unsightly lines.”
“I am disappointed it was not the latter.”
“Although I wasn’t thinking about it at the time, it is very convenient.”
His dark gaze bore through any resistance she might still retain. “I want to touch you, yet I will not do so unless you convince me you want this, too.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, I want this.”
“No regrets if we proceed?”
Maybe a few, but she didn’t want to consider that now. “No regrets.”
“Then show me exactly where you want me to touch you.”
Kira suddenly felt self-conscious. “Here in wide open spaces?”
“Yes.”
Maybe if they were completely alone... “What about Max?”
“He is piloting the boat. He cannot see us unless he decides to drive in reverse back to the port.”
True, since they were at the rear of the yacht. But still... “Aren’t you just a bit concerned about passing watercraft?”
He briefly kissed her again. “The possibility of discovery only increases the desire. You did say you wanted to be daring.”
Kira couldn’t believe how often her words had come back to bite her. She also couldn’t believe the sudden surge of bravery she experienced at that second. The absolute high she felt when she shifted his hand between her thighs. The unquestionable heat and dampness when he began to stroke gently. For a moment, she felt as though her legs might not hold her, and as if Tarek sensed that, he circled his arm around her waist to provide support.
As the climax began to build, she tipped her forehead against his chest and let the orgasm take hold, riding it out until every last spasm dissipated. She trembled in the aftermath, even after her respiration and heart rate returned to normal.
Tarek lifted her chin and covered her face with kisses. “You were obviously ready.”
No kidding. “Obviously.”
“Would you wish to go back inside now?”
Oh, yes. “As long as there is a bed available so we can finish this.”
He seemed surprised by the comment. “As long as you are pleased, that is not necessary.”
How dare he work her into a sexual frenzy and attempt to leave her high and not exactly dry. “Actually, it is necessary. I want to make love with you again completely.”
His expression displayed his pleasure over her declaration. “If you are certain, I would like nothing better.”
“I am.” And strangely, she was, even knowing that inviting this kind of intimacy probably wasn’t wise.
“Then we do not require a bed,” he said in a low, deep voice that could convince a middle-aged spinster to hand over her virtue to him.
Kira started to argue that standing against the rail wasn’t a banner idea, particularly in her condition, when he clasped her hand and guided her to a sectional sofa covered in blue stripes. He let her go, shrugged out of his jacket and set it aside, all while she awaited further instruction with barely controlled excitement.
“During our last interlude, we failed to use a condom in the heat of passion,” he added, his hand poised on his zipper. “Although you did assure me you were protected against pregnancy, would you prefer we use one now to provide peace of mind?”
If she had known what she knew now, she would have insisted on it back then. If he knew what she knew now, this would all be over before it had begun. “I can promise you the pregnancy issue isn’t a problem, as long as I can trust you’re still okay on the safety front.”
“As I told you that night, I have been judicious when it comes to my health. I would never put you in danger.”
The conviction in his tone helped ease her concerns. “Then I suppose we should do what comes naturally.”
His smile arrived slowly. “Then so we shall.”
After he pushed his pants and underwear down to his thighs, he held out both hands. “Come to me.”
Shades of the last time they made love. If she’d learned nothing else, she now knew Tarek’s preference when it came to positions. She also questioned whether this aided him in avoiding too much intimacy.
Kira kicked off her heels, hiked up her dress, and straddled his lap. She guided him inside her, all the while keeping her gaze leveled on his. She recalled how good this had felt the first time, acknowledged how good he felt now. The guilt monster tried to rear its head, but she beat it down, determined to enjoy this.