Revel (Second Chance Romance #1)(27)

“Well, I take it personally,” Declan said. “He’s always like that. He loves to make people feel beneath him. He really gets off on it. He’s all about being exclusive and keeping a tight circle. He and his * friends who think their shit doesn’t stink because their great-great-great grandfather showed up here one day on some boat from France. I mean, seriously, what kind of people base their identity on something like that? I’ll tell you the kind. People who have nothing else going on for themselves.”

Charlotte stared at him. She wasn’t sure what to say.

“Anyway,” Declan said, pulling her on top of him. “I have something else planned for us for tomorrow. A surprise of sorts.”

“Oh yeah?” she said, kissing his neck. “Tell me!”

“Nope,” Declan smirked. “You know me, Char. I like to show you things. Not just tell you.” He slid his hands up her dress. “Now, let me have my dessert.”

********

The next morning the two lovers had changed into more comfortable clothing and were driving in Declan’s BMW towards Charleston Marina.

“So we’re traveling by boat?” Charlotte asked as they pulled into the parking lot.

“Yep,” Declan said. “Hope you don’t get seasick.”

“I have no idea if I do or not,” Charlotte replied. “I’ve never been on a boat before.”

Declan looked at her surprised, “Really? Never?”

Charlotte shook her head, “Nope. This will be another first.”

Declan grinned, “I like popping so many of your cherries.”

Charlotte smacked him on the arm as he laughed, “You’re terrible, Declan DeGraff.”

They walked hand in hand down the dock to a small house boat.

“I rented her,” Declan said, hopping off the dock and onto the stern and holding out his hand to help Charlotte get across. “We’re going to float around today and spend the night on her tonight.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened, “Really? Declan, this is so great!”

She threw her arms around him and he lifted her up so he could reach her mouth. She tasted like summer time and felt like a dream.

“Well, it’s been on my bucket list,” he confessed.

“What’s been on your bucket list?”

“I’ve never made love to someone on the water before,” he whispered in her ear. “Or f*cked anyone. And I’d like to do both of those things tonight, if you’re up for it.”

“Always,” she said. “Tonight, you own me.”

And every night after, she admitted to herself.

********

“Fuck!”

Declan was pounding her mercilessly from behind in the small bedroom of the house boat. They had yet to leave the marina, instead choosing to christen every part of the boat with their need for one another.

“I’m gonna come,” he announced. “Inside you, Charlotte. I need to come deep inside you.”

She pressed her heels into the back of his muscled thighs and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, “I need it too, baby. Please!”

“From behind,” he growled. “I want to look at your ass.”

He grabbed her hips and turned her over so that she was on all fours, leaning on her elbows as he continued to thrust into her very eager body.

“Yes!” she called to him. “You’re hitting me so deep!”

As he pistoned in and out he could feel the wave of pleasure traveling up his shaft.

“I’m coming,” he yelled. “Fuck, Charlotte. You’re making me come so hard!”

His scream was primal and deep as he released. Charlotte could barely take what his body was giving her. He was so large and so strong and she was still adjusting to the girth and size of him. She was constantly sore these days, but in the best possible way. And knowing she could make this man come so hard and with such intensity, made her feel more like a woman than anything else in her life ever had.

They were both panting as he slowed down. He ran his hands up her sweaty back and cupped one of her breasts, the nipple still hard.

“That was f*cking amazing,” he said as he laid down beside her. “My heart is pounding. Feel it.” He took her hand and placed it on the left side of his chest. “You did that to me, Charlotte Sanders.”

She leaned over and kissed his mouth, “All I want is to make you feel good, Declan.”

He ran his hands through her hair, staring at her for a long moment.

“You make me feel good in every way,” he said. “I had no idea what we have is possible.”

She settled into the crook of him, laying her head on his chest.

“Me either,” she whispered.

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That afternoon they were finally on their way, traveling slowly down the Intracoastal Waterway.

“So where are we going? And how did you learn to drive a boat?” Charlotte asked, leaning against Declan as he steered.

“I’ve grown up on boats,” he said. “My dad has always owned one and we spent a lot of time out on the water. Still do, when we can tolerate each other.” He smiled at her. “And where we’re going is a surprise. But it’s not far.”

Charlotte settled back on the bench seat on the stern. It was a beautiful Charleston afternoon. They waved at passing boats and water skiers. She couldn’t remember when she’d ever been happier.