Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Fiona Blackthorne Page A

dirt, and the barn itself smelled of pine and sawdust. Chinks of daylight came through cracks between the wooden planks. In the dim light, she saw a tractor, a riding mower, and a huge boat.
    Declan flipped on a light in the corner, and she gasped. The boat was huge and beautiful, with a white hull and rich teak woodwork on the deck. The masts were down, but she could tell how long they were, and she wished she could see this on the water with its white sails unfurled, filled by summer sea winds.
    “It’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed, turning to Declan and smiling. “What’s her name?”
    “ The Beloved ,” he replied, looking at her with a heat in his golden eyes that was impossible to miss. “I’ve always had a dream that someday, I’d take the woman I loved aboard and never let her go. Until that day, no woman comes on board on this boat.”
    “You’re such a romantic.” She laughed.
    “Yeah,” he admitted, grinning. “It’s probably from being so close to the sea every day. She does something to a man’s heart and soul.”
    He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him.
    “Just like you do,” he said and kissed her.
    Ava discovered that though Declan might have been the romantic one, it didn’t mean he wasn’t fierce and possessive. He kissed her hard, demanding entrance to her mouth with his tongue, cradling her face and pressing her hard against him. She felt the rock and steel of his body underneath his clothes, and she wanted to wrap herself around him, to cling to him and have him claim her. It didn’t matter that she was leaving in a month. The only thing that mattered was this moment.
    Suddenly, he broke off their kiss and scooped her up in his arms.
    “Come aboard, sweetheart,” he said and carried her onto the boat.

Chapter 12

    The first thing Ava saw inside The Beloved was the bed.
    It was the kind of bed that could give a girl ideas. At the far end of the cabin, there was an alcove completely spanned by a platform with a thick mattress custom fitted to it.
    She blushed at the direction her thoughts were taking and tried to focus on the blue leather bench seats and tiny kitchenette instead.
    Declan flipped on a tiny switch by the alcove, and a small motor whined to life and began to fill the cabin with warm, dry air.
    “Emergency heater,” he said with a grin.
    “Is there an emergency?” Ava replied airily, her whole body thrumming with desire for him.
    “Yes,” he said. “In my pants.”
    She laughed and let herself be caught up in his arms. He silenced her laughter with fierce kisses, nipping at her bottom lip and tasting her with his tongue. His kisses were insistent and unrelenting, and she struggled to get enough breath into her lungs, yet enjoyed the sensation of becoming kiss-drunk and dizzy.
    One of his hands moved from her waist to grip her bottom and press her against the hardness in his pants. His erection seemed to jump toward her as she moved herself to grind into him, seeking her own arousal.
    He picked her up by the ass, hitching her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and he carried her over to the bed. The air in the cabin was warming up now, just like her blood as desire fired her nerve endings to hypersensitivity. She could feel the denim against her legs, the socks encasing her toes, her bra against her nipples. His rough fingertips traced her jaw and down her throat, leaving a mixed shiver of hard and smooth.
    “Are you warm enough, sweetheart?” he asked against her lips as he began to help her shrug out of her parka.
    “Yes,” she breathed, pulling off her hat and tossing it aside.
    “I need to see you,” he said, his hot breath on her skin. “All of you.”
    His words sent a thrill of excitement through her body, and her sex clenched in anticipation. She responded to him with fierce kisses of her own, wanting to devour him, swallow him into her, be filled with him, feel him wrapped around