We barely make it through the door before we’re on each other like duct tape. I reach behind me to flip the lock. My back careens off the wall as he presses his body against mine. Moaning, I run my fingers underneath the hem of his shirt and up his corded abs. His muscles quiver under my touch.

“We have to keep this quiet,” I murmur against his lips.

I feel him nod.

“I don’t want anyone to know. Not until after the promotion is decided.”

“You got it.” He kisses me again and alternates thrusts of his tongue and hips with a soft, sensual slide. A hint of sweet with the strong. His soft lips are a stark contrast to the firmness of his body and the abrasion of his stubble. Heat swamps me and I roll my hips forward, urging him for more, faster, but he doesn’t relent.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down my neck. Every glide of his lips sends a jolt of lust straight to my core.

I can’t lie anymore. “Me too.” Pressing my face against his chest, I kiss the exposed skin above the top button of his shirt. A sparse smattering of hair tickles my cheek as I nuzzle him.

His chest expands. “Really? Since when?”

Taking a step back until my hips are anchored to the wall, I reach behind me to unzip my dress. Without looking away, I tug it down until it pools on the floor at my feet. All I’m wearing are heels and a pair of white lace panties. His gaze devours me whole. I shiver.

“Since the first time you said my name on the phone. I almost spontaneously combusted.” Taking his hand, I bring it up to cup one of my breasts.

He moans deep in his chest. Curling over me, he drags his thumb across my pebbled nipple.

I gasp.

“Ever think about me naked?” he murmurs.

“Every night since we boarded the ship.”

“Good enough for me.”

He’s on me again, and there’s nothing gentle or tentative about it. We are pure, unbridled need.

My fingers tremble as I work the buttons down his chest. Partway through he becomes impatient and jerks his shirt over his head. Threads pop and something pings against the closet door. He drops his shirt and I nearly trip on it as we stumble over to my bed.

He lands on the mattress first, with me tumbling on top of him. Shooting out a hand to brace against the wall, I straddle his lap.

Skin. So much glorious skin. Diverting from his lips, I suck in a noisy, snuffling breath at the crook of his neck. I’m about as graceful as a truffle-sniffing pig. “God you smell good. I want to eat you up.”