“You get it then.”
“Absolutely.”
She slid her hand into his much larger one. “Then let’s be not bored together.”
“Whatcha doing for the rest of your life, girl? ’Cause that sounds perfect to me.”
Her smile was brilliant. Brighter than the shining sun.
“Watch what you say, handsome, or you might accidentally be stuck with me forever.”
“Wouldn’t be an accident.” He lifted his hand to brush a tendril out of her face.
“How are you even real? How can this be real? I met you two days ago …”
“You think hearts care about hours and minutes? People made those up.”
Imogen breathed out. “You’re right.”
“I know. Just let it happen. We’re both halfway there already.”
“Just halfway? Is that all?” she whispered.
He shook his head slowly and leaned in for a kiss. Against her lips, he whispered, “I’m all the way there with you, girl.”
She kissed him back, long, slow, and deep. Like time didn’t exist and the only thing in the entire world that mattered was them.
If they weren’t on the deck of a ship, Imogen would surely have fallen into bed or onto any flat surface with him.
His very presence and his Southern charm were devastating to her senses—and her panties.
Imogen had had no idea something like this was even possible. But it was. Because she was here. In his arms. And she was falling all the way too.
Finally, he turned her gently. She let their lips slip apart, and he settled her against him with her back pressed to his front, his arms wrapped around her and their fingers twined together.
“I had to slow down,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re living, breathing temptation.”
Imogen let out a ragged breath as her chest rose and fell. “I know what you mean.” She thought of the cabin Leo’s man had shown them before they came up on deck for food.
“Later,” he whispered in her ear.
She shuddered as the chills from his breath rippled through her. “Promise?”
He groaned quietly, “Promise.”
Imogen couldn’t help it as she pressed her butt into the cradle of his hips.
“Careful. I’m not into exhibitionism, but that skirt of yours … let’s just say, being a gentleman is all that’s holding me back.”
Imogen squeezed her legs together to assuage the ache his words had stoked. His fingers tightened their grip on hers. A throat cleared behind them.
“I hope I am not interrupting.”
She and Nic turned as one to see Leo behind them. He was holding out a phone.
“No, sir. What can we do for you? And thanks for lunch. As always, Havit is phenomenal.”
Leo gestured with the phone, and Nic finally released her hands to take it.