She'd thought she'd been kissed before. She'd though wrong. Maan's lips were warm and clever, and he was 'extremely good at this, Geet registered as her body melted around him like molten honey.
But wasn't it Maan who had told her that no one could play with fire and expect not to get burned? And shoundt he know when no fire blazed brighter than his?
She made some feeble attempt to push him away and was thankful when Maan refused to budge. And so he teased and stroked and kissed until he was right about not needing any more champagne, because she was drunk on him. He smiled against her mouth when she whimpered with desire. He knew she was on fire for him, but it was Maan who pulled away first. 'you wanted to see round the rest of the ship, didn't you? He reminded her.
'did i?'
Of course she did. 'lead the way.' She had to gather her senses from the untidy heap of broken resolutions she'd dropped on the floor.
'where would you like to start?' Maan prompted.
'the bridge?' it wasn't the first destination that popped into her mind, but it did seem to be by far the safest bet.
'then well start with the bridge,' Maan agreed.
What she really wanted was for Maan to kiss her again'just so she could convince herself she hadn't imagined the whole thing. This was frustration squared'something she was sure Maan was more than aware of. She even found herself wondering the unthinkable'if she had sex with Maan would she really regret it so much?
'I should go home.'
'should you?' Maan demanded softly. 'so go,' he said, standing back to allow her free passage to the gangplank.
So much for that particular little fantasy. She glanced at the shore just a few tantalizing feet away, and then back again at Maan. 'if that's what you want'?'
'this is what I want.' He yanked her back into his arms. His hold was firm, and his kiss'his kiss was punishing, passionate and bone-melting.
Who would stand a chance against this type of advanced kissing technique? She would just have to postpone disembarkation for now. And as Maan teased her lips apart, leaving her in no doubt as to what he would like to do next, or how very good he'd be at doing it, she realized that postponement might have to suffer a further considerable delay.
'you don't have to see me back to shore,' she managed to gasp when he finally released her. 'I can easily''
'what?' Maan demanded. 'call a cab? Ride a bike? Walk home in the dark? He shook his head.
'I did bring my cab fare'
Did he have to smile like that?
'you don't play fair,' she complained as he dragged her back into his arms.
'who said anything about playing fair?' Maan demanded, nuzzling her neck to prove that his sharp stubble had some invisible link to some very sensitive parts of her.
'you don't have to do this,' she insisted in a gasp through well-kissed lips. 'you've done your duty''
'my duty?' Maan laughed as she struggled desperately for self-control. 'theres no duty involved, Geet, this is sheer unadulterated lust. And then he pressed her back against the ships rail to prove it with the heat and power of his erection.
'oh''
'exactly,' he said
'in that case''
'youre not in such a hurry to leave?' Maan guessed, his lips curving with amusement as he met Geet's startled gaze.
'the urge isn't as bad as it was.' And she was definetly hungry for more. 'I realize ive still got so much to learn'about what do you want me to do'with your interior design, I mean''
She was rambling now and they both knew it. Also, they were both adults'they both wanted this, and she couldn't see why the next few hours wouldn't be very educational indeed. And so she gorged herself on the taste of Maan'fresh, clean and totally irresistible. She even tried to pretend she was in control when his hands moved down her back, but she definitely wasn't herself by the time he cupped her buttocks and rubbed against her. In fact, she was a brazen hussy by then, and as a riot of sensation invaded her body a rush of dreams filled her mind suggesting anything was possible'
And then she staggered against him. 'whats happening?' she demanded, clinging on to Maan for dear life.
'nothing for you to worry about,' he said as he steadied her. 'I think we just picked up speed''
'what?' Geet threw a panicky glance over her shoulder.
'what do you mean we have picked up speed?'
'weve cleared the harbor and so were allowed to go faster.'
'you mean were going out to sea? She gazed around wildly, trying to clear the haze in her mind, shed never even noticed the engine starting up.
'its quite usual when we leave the harbor.'
'so, its just a short trip'like testing engines, or something?'
'I think it might be a bit more than that.'
'what do you mean, a bit more?' her voice was rising to the point where she sounded on the verge of hysteria. But this wasn't a joke. She wasn't a child, and this wasn't one of her childhood fantasies. 'youd better tell me where were going,' she said gathering her wits about her. Shooting an anxious glance at the fast-receding shoreline, she was already calculating how long it would take them to turn around.
'you always loved surprises Geet.'
Kissing Maan absolutely qualified as an acceptable surprise. Flirting with him? Yes, that too. But being seduced onto his super-yatcht with just the promise of a guided tour? How dumb was she? 'Maybe I did use to love surprises but that was half a lifetime ago and you cant just take me anywhere you want without my say-so Maan.
'watch me.'
'don't be ridiculous'you have to take me back.'
'no,' he said flatly.
'what did you say?'
'get used to it, Geet. Youre coming with me.'
She had underestimated Maan and the ease with which his sophisticated yatcht could slip out of harbor'making barely a sound.
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