Page 10 of Falling 4 Eve

Chapter 7

Eric

As I step onto the yacht, I take a moment to soak it all in. It’s goddamn impressive and I’m caught between a smirk and a scowl. Roman, the asshole, knows how to spend my money. This place looks like something out of a magazine spread. With exotic woods, gleaming finishes, and a goddamn pool, I’m guessing this is the most expensive yacht Roman could find.

“Welcome aboard!” the captain greets us before quickly showing us around. He offers to have the porter bring our luggage to our cabins, but I stop him.

“We’d like some privacy. We’ll call down if we want anything other than that, so please don’t disturb us.” Being waited on hand and foot gets old, and I don’t want any interruptions.

“As you wish.” After a deckhand brings in our luggage and sets it in the main salon, the captain shows me the intercom system. “Just let us know when you’d like your meals served and if you need anything else.” Fucking perfect.

Once we’re alone, I turn to my girl. “Pick what cabin you want, and I’ll bring your luggage in for you.”

She grins, her eyes brightening with mischief. “I’m capable of carrying my own bag.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll let you carry it.” My Grammy Helen would roll over in her grave if she thought I let a lady carry her luggage.

After settling into our respective rooms, I change into my shorts and t-shirt and head out to the deck, ready to get a start on this little mini-vacation.

When Eve walks out wearing a summer dress that clings just right and dances around her body with every gust of wind, I nearly swallow my goddamn tongue. Fuck. She’s stunning. It’s the kind of sight that has me longing to reach out and pull her close, bury my nose in her hair, and feel the warmth emanating from her skin.

“Wow,” I manage, the word barely escaping my lips as I watch her. My grip on the railing tightens as I fight the urge to stride across the deck and kiss her until we’re breathless.

“I’m glad you like this old thing,” she teases, mock-sweetness dancing in her singsong tone as she spins around, her dress flaring beautifully.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” I counter smoothly, despite the way my heart beats faster than a goddamn racehorse.

“It must’ve been something great.” She winks adorably, and I realize she already owns my fucking heart.

I can’t stop myself. Striding across the deck, I pull her curvy body against mine, feeling the heat radiate from her body. She stares up at me, surprise flickering across her features followed closely by desire. Electricity crackles in the air between us.

Our lips meet, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids. It’s raw and intense, igniting every nerve ending as I deepen the kiss, brushing my tongue against her lips and tasting the lingering sweetness of the wine we’d been sipping. The world around us dissolves into nothingness as desire for her consumes me.

When I finally pull back, both of us panting for breath, I can see the surprise still lingering in her emerald-green eyes. “Wow,” she whispers, blinking rapidly like she’s just emerged from a dream.

“You’re impossible to resist,” I reply, my voice gravelly with desire.

She leans closer, and I can’t help myself. I want to kiss her again and feel the rush of electricity and fire that makes everything else fade away. I reach for her, catching her gaze with intensity as we hang in this delicate dance, a precarious balance of uncertainty and urgency.

The captain’s voice breaks through our bubble, announcing that our meal is ready, and I begrudgingly step back. “Time to eat,” I say, trying to get my heart rate under control.

After a while, I notice Eve isn’t touching her food. “Is everything okay?”

She looks up from her untouched meal, those incredible eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my pulse spike. For a moment, it feels like the very air between us thickens with unsaid words.

“I’m not hungry for food,” she replies, the soft cadence of her voice carrying an undercurrent that sends a jolt straight to my cock. The fucker grows harder as she stares into my eyes.

My heart kicks up into my throat as I ask, “What are you hungry for then?”

Her lips curl into a sly smile, something mischievous dancing in her gaze. “You.”

Hell fucking yes! She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My body is ready, my instincts screaming for me to make her mine. Without thinking, I scoop her up, lift her against my chest, and carry her straight to my cabin. The moment I set her on her feet, I can hardly suppress the adrenaline coursing through me. Stepping back, I rip my shirt off, sending buttons flying like confetti.

“Nice,” she teases, her eyes roaming over my naked chest. “I kinda feel overdressed though.” She eyes her summer dress, the fabric soft and flowing around her curves.

“We can do something about that,” I growl, stepping toward her and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. I cover her lips with mine, my tongue running along the seam of her pouty mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating, and as she parts her lips, our tongues tangle, an electric jolt shooting through me. Her luscious curves melt against my body while the rest of the world falls away.

As I drag her even closer, my cock hardens, turning to stone, every instinct urging me to hurry the fuck up. Backing her up until her legs bump against the edge of the silky black bed, I pull back just enough to gauge her reaction. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.