Dylan whirled at the soft voice behind him.
In the twilight, her skin glowed iridescent and smooth. Her eyes sparkled as bright as the growing starlight. And her lips. Suddenly he couldn’t drag his eyes off their full shape. When her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip, he nearly groaned out loud.
How he wanted her. Loved her, too, he realized.
But would it be enough?
For either of them?
Tomorrow, he reported back to base and resumed his military life. The old thrill of unknown adventures fizzled flat in his skull. For the first time in years, he wanted to plant himself in one spot. With one person.
He didn’t want to let her go yet, damn it.
“I’m not ready for our time together to end,” he said, settling his hands on her waist.
She went still and he found himself holding his breath, warring emotions erupting with what he wanted to hear and what he was afraid she would say.
“I’m not, either,” she admitted finally, the lapels of her jacket parting as she lifted her hands to rest on his chest.
The clean scent of open ocean drifted up from her skin, light and delicate. “In fact, I have some ideas…”
Thank You, God. Relief kicked through him with surprising force.
He caught her hand in his and nearly yanked her off her feet as he hustled her back to the now-empty pilothouse.
“So do I.” His voice had deepened and grown rough, edgy with the primal, animalistic need she aroused in him.
Control, Holt, he ordered himself.
Tonight had to be memorable. Savored. One neither of them would ever forget.
She disappeared toward her stateroom while he grabbed the bottle of champagne he’d stashed in the fridge the last time they’d been in port, along with a couple of mismatched jelly glasses, then raced up the stairs two at a time.
He jerked to a halt at her doorway and blinked.
Nolee lounged on her bed. She’d shed her raingear and the white tank top and fitted jeans she wore revealed lush curves. Anticipation churned inside Dylan. The sight of her was enough to make a grown man weep in appreciation.
With her dark hair tumbling helter-skelter around her smooth shoulders, her glowing face makeup-free, her lips natural and full, she was beautiful and sexy without even trying. It did him in.
Then he looked into her eyes and his body hardened to instant attention at the heat simmering in their chocolate brown depths. She didn’t need to put much effort into seducing him—she could accomplish the task with a mere look. A lone touch. A single word. A fleeting smile.
Need, sharp and edgy, scraped through him, overwhelming him with the desire to yank her into his arms and spend the next several hours blocking out the last few stressful weeks, specifically the last few stressful hours.
All he wanted to do was drown in her tonight.