“That was it. You own that?” Bernie asked.
“Yep. Built it from the ground up,” I said.
“He’s a keeper,” Doris said, winking.
“I’m starting to figure that out,” Abby said.
I looked down at her as her gaze slid towards mine. I reached for my hand out to hers and squeezed, offering her a kind smile. Her eyes were wide with delight as we continued to talk with the delightful couple, and when our conversation finally wound down, the entire afternoon had passed us by.
“Holy crap. I can’t believe how long we talked,” Abby said.
“What time did you say that dance club opened again?” I asked.
“Eight o’clock, I think,” Bernie said. “Just after dinner service.”
“Care to do some dancing tonight, Abby?” I asked.
“I’d love to. I haven’t gone dancing in so long.”
We took in dinner with Bernie and Doris, then parted ways to go get changed. Abby put on this dazzling dress that fluttered around her knees, and I put on a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt. I was ready to twirl her around on the floor for hours, her beautiful hair whipping around in my face. We met Bernie and Doris just outside the doors, then the four of us walked in and made a beeline straight for the dance floor.
I was stunned with how well Abby could dance. She twirled her body and shook her hips. She kicked up her leg and snapped her body into different positions. I found myself trying to keep up with her instead of the other way around, and when I twirled her into my body, I captured her lips with mine.
“I had no idea you could dance like this,” I said.
“Well, now you do,” she said.
“We’re going dancing more often. And by the looks of it, I’m gonna need to take lessons.”
“Bring it on, sweet cheeks.”
She twirled back out as we continued to salsa around the floor. The songs bled into each other, from salsa to swing, to foxtrot. I carried her around the floor and she moved with a grace that silenced me. Her body pressed into mine as my leg slipped in between hers, and together we twirled around the floor while others watched us in awe. Her hair was fluttering and her dress was flaring with every turn. Her body moved every time I guided her into a free space on the floor and her hips always seemed to be pressing into mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was grace incarnate. The way her body moved and the way she commanded everyone’s attention.
It was as if she was born to be shown off.
Song after song had us entranced, and when we finally got a chance to sit down, sweat was dripping down the back of my neck. We were panting for air as Abby sank into the side of my body, and I held her close as the music rattled my ribcage.
“You got the energy for one more song?” I asked.
“I was actually thinking about getting a drink and heading back to the room,” Abby said.
“We can do that, too.”
“Could we come dancing again tomorrow night?”
I lifted her face towards mine before my lips descended onto hers.
“We can come back whenever you’d like,” I said.
It seemed I could actually feel her smile as I helped her to her feet. She was limping in her heels and stopped to take them off. We made our way back to the room, her shoes slung over her shoulder, and I picked up the phone to order us drinks from the kitchen.
But she took the phone from my hands and hung up before I could order.
“Do you not want—?”
Her finger pressed against my lips before a devious smile crossed her face. Her hands slid down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as they slid down my torso. Her hands pushed my shirt away from my body before she started to undo my belt. I could feel myself swelling as her eyes locked onto mine. I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek as my belt slid from around my waist. She held it up beside her and let it go, and the metal of the belt buckle clattered to the floor with a bang.
“The drinks can wait,” Abby said.
Then, she went to work on the button of my pants.
Chapter 16
Abby
I opened my eyes before the sun began to rise the next morning. Even considering how hard I had danced, not to mention how hard I climaxed against Colin’s body the night before, I was beyond excited. Like a child experiencing Santa for the very first time. We were going to be docking in our first destination. Forte-De-France, Martinique. I could see the port off in the distance as I got up and stood at the windows.
“What a sight,” Colin said.
Blushing at his words, I pulled the blanket from the bed. I wrapped it around me and continued to stare, watching the sky slowly illuminate with the sun. The closer we approached the port, the more excited I became. Colin slid from bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his strong chest into my back.
“Ready for an adventure?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I said breathlessly.
“I didn’t book us for any particular cruise venture. I figured we could just enjoy the city, explore the shops, and then find the nearest beach if we wanted to snorkel or something.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said. “What time are we docking again?”
“The itinerary says nine thirty.”
“Good. Then I’ve got time to get a shower.”
“Mind if I join you?” he asked.
The two of us slipped into the shower and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. His lips were on my neck and breasts, sending shivers down my spine. His hands gripped my hips and my thighs. My waist and my hair. I felt him fill every part of me as we moved together in the shower, my back pressed against the tiles. My leg was hiked around his
