Love Bites: A Sugar City Novella (Entangled Bliss) by Ophelia London Page A

Jeff couldn’t help saying. “Try right now. Try every damn second since you stepped aboard this vessel.”
    Sharona took in a quiet breath, then held it, like Jeff was holding his, all the while his heart picked up speed, galloping like a mountain brumby.
    “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he admitted. “Or that kiss. All of them.”
    “I know. It’s like, we aren’t done. Like every kiss is…”
    “Not enough.”
    The air between them sparked.
    Jeff didn’t give her a chance to make the first move like last night. He wanted to take over, take the pressure off them both to be something they weren’t.
    He slid a hand behind her head and pulled her to him, getting a fresh taste of her lips. She leaned in, resting her hands on his chest, her touch against his bare skin burned into his blood. Right as he was about to pull her closer, she threw her arms around his neck and crushed her soft body against him, knocking his head against the low-hanging arch of the bunk.
    “Sorry,” she whispered. “Are you all right?”
    He didn’t speak, but looked her once more in the eyes, touched his forehead to hers, then scooped his hands under her perfect ass, lifted her up, and laid her flat on the bunk.

    As soon as her head hit the soft bed, Sharona was on autopilot, reacting on instinct and blinding passion. What her instinct told her, what every fiber in her body screamed , was to hold onto Jeff Cruz and not let go.
    His body hovered over her, braced by his elbows, while his hot mouth pressed against hers, sweet and firm, pushing her head deeper into the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair, knotting at the back of his head, keeping him close. There was barely enough room on the bunk for one person, let alone two, especially when one was the size of Jeff.
    Finally, he lowered on top of her, moving his mouth to her cheek and ear. She dug her fingers into the back of his head, arching as he ran his lips under her jaw, then across her neck. His breath was hot and perfect against her skin and her heart thumped like the engine of a motorboat.
    Sensing what she wanted next, he skimmed his hands down her sides, sliding up the inside of her too-big T-shirt. In response, she wrapped her legs around him and clung to his shoulders, feeling hard, toned muscles and smooth bare skin. She needed to be skin to skin with him, needed her stupid clothes out of the way, so she lifted her arms over her head to remove her shirt, but ended up bashing her hands against the bunk like an oaf.
    Jeff lifted his chin, his blue eyes like the deep blue of a sea she could swim in forever. “This might not work,” he whispered, his breath coming in jagged, desperate pants.
    “Give me two seconds and I’ll make it work,” she promised, attempting to twist so she could pull off the tangled T-shirt if he wasn’t going to do it. “Why is this bunk so tiny ?”
    He smiled fiendishly and dipped his chin, planting hot kisses along her collarbone. Sharona forgot all about her clothes when Jeff secured one of her wrists and held it above her head, pinning her in place, his mouth moving slowly up the inside of her arm. With her free hand, she cradled the back of his head and moved to his neck. When her mouth found the spot she liked, she hovered there, breathing in, tasting the salty, manly tang of his skin. Then, with every part of her body that was connected to his—her arm, her legs around him, her mouth on his neck—she clamped down.
    Jeff’s body jolted over her, and he drew in a hard, sharp breath. She giggled against his neck as she loosened her grip. After one last suck and gentle nibble, she removed her mouth from his neck.
    “Were those your teeth?” he asked, pulling back to look at her, a sexy, questioning gleam in his eyes.
    “Just a little love bite,” she whispered, running the back of a finger across the spot, admiring her work. “I thought you should know how good it’s supposed to feel.” Tenderly, she