I tried to hold myself still because what I really wanted to do was shove my tongue down her throat, pin her down on the bottom of the raft, and tear the swimming suit right off of her. I wanted to feel her bare skin in my hands. And fuck, I really wanted to get my dick between her legs.
Instead, I remained almost motionless and let her mouth touch mine slowly, remembering how soft her mouth felt on mine the first time, and noting subtle changes in the moisture of her lips from then to now.
Raine pulled away, and I opened my eyes to look at her.
“Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to,” she answered, her eyes looking away from me.
“You know when you do that, I just want to fuck you as quickly as possible.”
“Did you ever think of moving a little slower?” Raine suggested. “Not all relationships have to have sex right away.”
“I don't do relationships,” I told her. “I try to keep things a little easier. No flowers, no commitments. Just fucking.”
Raine’s face darkened and she looked away from me again. I couldn’t tell if she was mad or just embarrassed, but I wasn’t going to let her think I could be anything other than what I was. That nasty, evil part of me who could snap a guy’s neck and fuck his girlfriend afterwards told me to fucking lie to her and get her naked, but I couldn’t do that. Not to her.
“That’s not quite what I’m used to,” she said after a few minutes of silence.
“Well, I learned my lesson,” I told her. Before she could open her mouth, I shut her down. “And no, I do not want to talk about it.”
“Do you want to start back up where you left off last night?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to talk,” I said. Her eyes looked downcast, and she seemed so disappointed, I got pissed at myself. “Why don’t you tell me something about you instead?”
“Okay,” Raine said, scrunching up her face a little. “What do you want to know?”
I thought about it for a minute and wondered what I did want to know about the woman next to me.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty,” she responded. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine,” I said, “but I’m asking the questions here.”
Raine smiled and waved her hand, indicating for me to continue.
“What are you going to study in college?”
“I don’t know yet,” Raine said with a blush. “There are a lot of things I might like to do, but I haven’t been able to pick one.”
“How did you end up on The Oblation?”
“I told you – my friend convinced me.”
“She convinced you to go on a cruise,” I clarified. “What made you pick my ship?”
“I thought it was pretty,” Raine said with a shrug. “I’m not one for big crowds, so I wanted the private charter. I loved the look of your kind of boat…”
“Ship,” I growled.
“Ship,” Raine corrected. “I thought it looked like an old pirate ship or something. It looked…exciting.”
“Have you had enough excitement yet?” I asked.