Griffin’s body shot to attention. “Is that so?”
“Mmm.”
His chest seemed to be occupying her entire focus. When she leaned in to draw her tongue over his nipple, Griffin nearly exploded.
“Back to the bedroom. Now.”
With a sensuous laugh, she straddled him instead, pressing his body into the banquette seat. “Oh, no you don’t. This time, we’re playing by my rules.”
She reached into his pocket, presumably to grab a condom, but she lingered a minute to stroke him. Griffin hissed in frustration when she squeezed his balls.
“Once again you’re overdressed, Agent Keller.”
Griffin wasted no time shucking his sweat pants down to his knees and kicking them the rest of the way off. She tore open the condom and reached to put it on him.
“Rule number two,” he protested.
Marin laughed again before stripping out of Ben’s T-shirt.
“Better?” she asked.
He was eye level with her amazing breasts. “Hell, yeah.”
As she rolled the condom on him, Griffin reached up and undid her braid, combing his fingers through her silky hair. She leaned forward and kissed him, enclosing them in a curtain of her hair. He let her have her way with the kiss for a moment before lust propelled him to take over. The heat built between them as their kisses grew more frantic. Reaching down between their slick bodies, Marin guided him to her entrance. It took every ounce of strength he had not to explode when she sank down on him. His chest constricted and his mind went fuzzy from the sheer pleasure of her body closing around him.
“This isn’t scary,” she said. “This is the only thing during these past few days that’s felt real. And perfect.”
She began to move on him and all coherent thought deserted Griffin. All but a wisp of an idea that perhaps Marin was right.
CHAPTER15
Marin woke to the sounds of footsteps on the boat.
“Griffin,” she whispered, trying to untangle her arms and legs from his. “There’s someone here.”
He moaned and rolled over, pinning her to the bed. When a pair of sneakered feet passed by the narrow window inches from their naked bodies, she frantically tried to remember where he’d put Ben’s gun.
“Griffin!” She thumped his bare chest. “Wake up! Someone is on the boat!”
His eyelids raised to half-mast just as the sneakers went back the other way. Griffin lowered his lids again and settled back down on top of her. “Not to worry,” he mumbled. “Those ugly ankles belong to Adam.”
“Are you sure?” She glanced frantically out the window.
“Positive,” he murmured against her shoulder, the rasp of his two-day-old beard tickling her skin.
She reached for the blanket and tugged it over their bodies just as the engine roared to life. Marin would have jumped, but she had two hundred pounds of muscled, naked man holding her captive.
“The boat is moving!” she shrieked.
“Mmm,” he said, his lips nipping at her collarbone. “We’ve been making it move all night.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She smacked his butt.
His eyes snapped open. Marin sucked in a breath at the heat in them. “I didn’t realize you liked to play that way. I doubt Ben has anything more than rope that we can use for sex toys. But I’m happy to go check with him.”
“Will you please be serious? I’ve had a crazy few days and I have the right to be a little jumpy.”
His face softened. He reached a finger down to brush a stray hair off her face. “I know. But you can trust Adam and Ben to protect you. They’re just taking us somewhere safe. That’s all.”