He came toward me, one step at a time. “You’re fucking perfect.” Dark ink rippled over the muscles in his chest, sending me into a trance-like state, and I wasn’t prepared for his fingers curling around my ankles. He yanked me to the end of the bed, pushed my legs even wider apart, and plunged a finger inside me.

“So fucking wet already,” he said.

“Rafe!” I bowed above the mattress, my hands fisting the blankets.

“I think we need to set some more ground rules,” he said, and through the haze of desire clouding my vision, I saw him lick his lips. “Rule number two…you aren’t allowed to leave.” He slid another finger in and circled my opening.

“Rafe,” I moaned, arching into his touch, panting with trying to hold back. “I’ve never left you. It’s been the other way around.” He thumbed my clit, and I couldn’t bite back another moan. I rode his hand, my body hungering for release, aching for it.

“I’m not talking about that. You’re stuck with me, for better or worse. I’m talking about the fact that we’re on a boat.” He paused and let those words sink in. I’d already guessed as much. “I don’t want you setting foot off this thing without me. If you do, I’ll chain you to the fucking floor, got it?”

Nodding, I chewed on my lip. He drove me to madness with his fingers, and I moved with him, pushing upward with each plunder. But I couldn’t get there. It was like he knew and was doing it on purpose.

“What’s the third rule?” I ground out between clenched teeth. There had to be a third rule. There was always a third rule.

“When it comes to me, the word ‘no’ isn’t part of your vocabulary. So when I tell you to get naked, you’re gonna fucking strip.” He withdrew his fingers, his thumb. God, my clit throbbed for his thumb.

“You ripped my heart out, Rafe.”

“I know I did. And you can yell at me all you want. But you’re gonna do it naked because that’s how I want you.”

“So you say jump, and I ask how high? Is that how this is going to work?”

“Yep.”

Cocky sonofa—

He thrust his cock into me, and I gasped. The ability to think or speak evaporated. He shoved deep, his girth stretching me wide, impaling me with nothing but him.

God. Rafe Mason was inside me again. I could hardly grasp it, this moment that was too surreal to be real. I pinched the back of my hand just to make sure this wasn’t another dream, that I wouldn’t jerk awake to find an empty bed and an even emptier heart.

But this was real.

Real.