Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

glasses. She felt the familiar peace of the ocean began to steal into her and hoped it was affecting him the same way.

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    “So how soon can we get married in your country?”
    Abigail dropped her mocha. He snatched the cup off the floor of the boat before the liquid leaked through the lid. “That’s not funny, Sasha.”
    “I wasn’t being funny. I’m very serious. I’m not going to take any chances this time around. Your sisters are planning this elaborate wedding that looks as if it’s going to take place a year from now and I don’t want to wait that long.”
    Her eyebrow shot up. “Really? How long do you want to wait?”
    “Not at all. Do we have to have a huge wedding? Can’t we get married quietly and skip all the fuss?”
    She increased the speed so the boat bumped rather viciously over a couple of waves and shot his mocha over his thighs. “Fuss? You think a wedding ceremony is fuss?”
    He poured the rest of the drink into the sea and crumpled the cup, shoving it into a small bucket. “I think the only thing that matters is making you officially my wife. And you’re damned lucky that coffee had cooled off.”
    She tried to look innocent but a slow smile tugged at her mouth until she was laughing. “You think that when I’m married to you, you’ll have more control over me, don’t you?” Her eyes sparkled at him.
    “Why on earth would you think that?”
    He stretched his legs out in front of him and stared at her from behind his dark glasses, keeping his face expressionless. It would be impossible for her to miss the hard bulge in his jeans or the way his hand brushed suggestively over it.
    Abigail tossed her head, her eyes dancing. Sunlight gleamed in her red hair and the wind pressed her clothes lovingly against her body as she drove the boat over the water. She was so sexy his body ached just looking at her. When she was teasing him, laughing the way she was, when the warmth in her was pouring over him, she was irresistible.
    “I don’t think so,” she warned, but her breath caught in her throat and her gaze slid with evident interest over his groin. “Don’t you get all amorous on me. I’m working . The only reason I brought you along was because you wanted to see what I do.”
    “I want to swim with your dolphins,” he corrected as she slowed the boat and guided it into the middle of the cove. “You promised me the adventure of a lifetime. For me, that includes sex. Not just any sex.
    Wild, out-of-control sex.”
    She laughed again, just as he knew she would. He loved the way she threw her head back, exposing the beautiful line of her throat. In the sun she seemed to glow. At times, like now, he could barely conceive of his luck, that he could be with her. That she was willing to give herself to him. That she loved his company as much as he loved hers.
    The sound of her laughter played over his skin like a caress. He felt her touch on his body, inside , deep, where he knew he could never get her out. He would never tire of talking to her. And he would never tire of making love to her.
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    know that look in your eye.” She held up a warning finger. “You are not going to touch me. I guarantee my sisters are out on the captain’s walk right this minute watching over us. You’ve got them so worried about me that they haven’t let me go anywhere by myself since you arrested Frank and we discovered Nikitin and Ignatev were missing. I haven’t had a moment’s peace.”
    “Neither have I.” He stood up and reached for her, pulling her against his body, fitting her smaller frame tight up against his, his hand under her chin. “I at least get to kiss you.”
    Abigail opened her mouth to protest. There was no such thing as just kissing with Aleksandr. He would set her body on fire and she would lose all control. She would forget that they were standing in her boat in the middle of the cove and that her sisters could see every move they made. She’d forget everything but the mastery of his mouth, his taste and scent, the need that rose up like a craving.
    He cradled her head in his hand with exquisite gentleness and lowered his lips very slowly toward hers.
    His hands were tender, intimate, and loving as he held