I’d barely sat down when Ophelia came floating into the room with a crazy smile on her face. “Would you like anything to drink?”
I didn’t want a repeat of our first night, so I decided wine would be best for the night. That way, I could control how intoxicated I got.
“Do you have Moscato?” I asked hopefully.
“Of course, it was on your preference sheet.” She gave me a fake smile before she walked off.
The crew guys helped serve our dinner, and every time Remy even looked my way, Ophelia was rushing him away or glaring at him. If she was trying to make dinner awkward, she succeeded. The chef outdid himself, making the best food I’d ever had in my life. The Langoustine marinated in mango and passion fruit was my favorite dinner of the charter, and the chocolate soufflé was to die for. If I had the money, I’d probably want to hire the chef like Zelda did so I could eat like that every day. I was sure my waistline wouldn’t be happy with me either.
I swore we all waddled away from the table and moved up to the sky lounge to let our food digest.
“Jolene dear,” Zelda called her over, “do you think you could set up a movie in here for us to watch and maybe make us some truffle popcorn?”
Dear God, how could she think of eating another bite? And did she really need some type of truffle on or in all her food?
“I’ll see what we can do. You may have to switch to a different room, but I’m not sure.” Jolene bowed her head and wrung her hands. “What would you like to watch?”
“I’m not sure yet, but we’ll figure one out.” Zelda smiled big and fake, making her face look like it was about to split in two. Seriously, stop with the plastic surgery and implants.
“Okay,” she answered shakily. “Let me go speak with Ophelia. This is more her realm than mine.”
Jolene scurried out of the room. We could hear her feet pounding on the stairs as she went downstairs. The moment we couldn’t hear her any longer, Zelda hopped up and came toward me.
“Now’s your chance to go. We’ll keep the girls occupied.”
“What’s going on?” I looked to Pen and back to Zelda and back again in confusion.
“We’re distracting the crew members while you go spend some time with Remy. Now go before someone comes back,” Zelda pushed me by the shoulders.
“I don’t know if this will work. Won’t they wonder where I am?” There was always at least one crew member around us at all times unless we were in our rooms.
“We’ll say you have a headache and want to be left alone. It will be perfect.” She clapped her hands. Her face glowed with excitement, or maybe it was all she’d had to drink during dinner. Either way, Zelda seemed proud of her plan.
“Thank you.” I kissed her on her cheek.
Next was Pen with a hug. “I’ll see you later.”
Leaving through the sliding door, I had no idea where I was supposed to find Remy. Since most of the places we’d been were in the back of the boat, I headed to the front. Something told me I’d find him there, and I wasn’t wrong.
Remy was shirtless in a pair of shorts that hung ridiculously low on his hips while he looked to be shining the railing. The way his muscles rippled with each movement had me hypnotized. My hands itched to get acquainted with each and every one of them.
He cleared his throat, breaking me out of my lustful thoughts and reminded me of what Ophelia had mentioned earlier. “Are you going to stand there and stare all night?”
I crossed my arms over my chest in anticipation of what he might say. “Perhaps. It depends on what your answer is when I ask you a very important question.”
He stopped what he was doing and stood facing me. “Okay, what do you want to ask me?”
I was surprised my voice was steady as I asked. “Did you spend last night with Ophelia?”
Stepping closer, he stopped with only a foot between us. “Not even close. If you’d like, you can ask the guys and the chef since he’s my roommate.”
“There’s no need. I believe you. I couldn’t in good conscience spend any more time with you if you were with her.” I had to ask even though I didn’t want the answer. “Have you slept with her?”
His eyes closed, and his face fell. I had my answer, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth.
“I have, but it wasn’t recent. It was on the first boat I worked on. I knew immediately it was a mistake and one I didn’t plan to repeat. O can’t seem to get the message no matter how many times I’ve told her it’s not going to happen again.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re so damn good.” And damn, did I want him to show me just how good he could be.
A lazy smirk crossed his sexy face. “I’d happily show you. Would you like a sample or full service?”
“Full service, please.”
Slamming my back against the wall, Remy’s lips continued to ravage every inch of my neck and jaw. “Fuck, you taste good. I want to dip my tongue between your legs and see if you taste as sweet.”
The thin fabric that covered my sex was drenched, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted him down on his knees before me or if I wanted him to fill me with his thick cock.
My fingers tugged on his hair, moving his mouth to mine. I bit on his bottom lip and tugged. Breaking away, I nibbled on his jaw as I spoke. “You need to do something before I combust.”
A sexy smirk broke across his face right before he gripped my shirt and, in one smooth move, tore it open. The buttons went flying in every direction. “We can’t have that, can we?” Slowly he started kissing down my neck and moved on to sucking on the tender flesh of one breast and then the other. Using his teeth, Remy pulled the red triangle of fabric to the side, so he could lave my nipple with his tongue.
His hot tongue, along with the cool breeze on my overly sensitive flesh, sent shivers down my spine. As his scorching mouth moved further south and met the fabric of my skirt, Remy kneeled and ducked underneath. His nose swept along the fabric of my swim bottoms once before he moved it aside, giving him unhindered access to my dripping core.
“Your smell is driving me wild,” he moaned out. “Now I’m going to sample your sweet pussy.”
The moment his soft, hot tongue met my folds, my back arched off the wall, and my knees nearly buckled. Bracing one hand against the wall and the other on his head, I bucked my hips up until his nose met my clit. “Yes,” I whimpered at the sensation.
It had been too long since my body had been touched this way. It wasn’t long before my toes started to curl, and my bundle of nerves started to pulse. “I’m close,” I breathed out. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
At that point, I didn’t care if someone came down to the back of the boat where we were and saw us. It wouldn’t matter as long as I got the release I was desperate for.
Plunging two fingers into my sleek heat, Remy began to suck on my lips and moved to my nub. With his lips and tongue doing devilish work sucking and then biting down, I exploded into a million pieces. Thousands of fireworks went off behind my eyelids, and tingles erupted underneath my skin. Particles of my being would forever be left in Spain after the way he brought me to release.