That damn cherry vanilla scent is slapping me in the face. I bite back a groan. Flush-faced, hair flowing around her shoulders, and in a white, plain robe. It ain’t anything but a robe your damn grandma would wear on a cold wintery night. But Raylan rocks it. The fact I was fantasizing about what’s under that robe while jerking my cock sends me into overdrive. All common sense is tossed out the window on Route Sixty-Six.

I have to have her. I need to have her.

“What makes you think I would want you?” Feisty one, she is. “Don’t you have a cougar to tame?”

She’s got jokes now. Well, joke’s on her. The few words we’ve exchanged between us, her breathing has changed, there’s sweat on her brow, and not to mention the way she keeps trying to rub her legs together. I can read her like an open book. The moral to the chapter of this tale…she wants me, too.

A better man would chalk this up to a victory, knowing he’s on his way to winning her over. I’ve never been the better man and don’t plan to start now. I step into her room determined to take full advantage of her deer caught in the headlights stare. Her breathing is hitching with each step until there is no space left between us.

“My life isn’t black and white, baby. I’ve got tangled into a nasty web, and I’m fighting to get out of it. That’s all I can say.”

“Stop.” Raylan’s bottom lip trembles slightly, but she doesn’t move an inch.

“Stop what, darlin’?” I ask, not breaking eye contact.

“Looking at me like that.”

“Details, darlin’, I need details.” I lean in closer, not adverting eye contact. I’m so close it would take a dart of my tongue to swipe across her lips. One move and I’d be controlling her. I know it. It’s not that I’m that perfect, but we match like motherfucking Ying and Yang.

My little ray of sunshine doesn’t flinch, but she also doesn’t grab for me or seal her lips to mine. “Stop screwing with my head. I have my life figured out and then you had to be there to catch me. You are at bastard status right now. It was a great fall and an amazing laugh like the ones you tell a grand story about to girlfriends in the future. But, oh no, you have to show up again, taunting me with your cougar profession or training. You know what, it doesn’t matter. Memphis or Dr. Love, you are fucking my head up.”

The loose tie of her robe slips. Raylan doesn’t make a move to fix it. The sides of her bare breast come into view. My dick, who enjoyed his joy ride, punches against the material holding him back. I’m not sure if it’s her exposed slice of tits or the blush covering her from the neck up.

“Enlighten me for a second.” I fist her hair while palming a full ass cheek through her robe. “Who were you thinking about when you screamed your praises? Whose face popped up in your mind when you went over that cliff? Tell me that, Raylan and I’ll walk away, yeah.”

The last part comes out as a demand. It’s not just my cock that requires an answer but also my ego. I know it was me who she fantasized about while making her greedy, sweet pussy drip until she fell apart.

My sweet, innocent Raylan’s emerald eyes grow huge. The next moments play out in slow motion while in fast forward. I fight to keep up, but it’s a losing battle. The desire in her eyes screams out the desire streaming off her, but the shudders tell a different story.

Yes, I’m a manwhore., The best around. I ain’t about bragging or any shit like that. But I know about boundaries and respecting a woman. My little sunshine is confused. Her body knows what she wants, but her mind battles against the devil known as our society. As I said, I can read her like a book, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to change the path of her tale. There is not a plot twist in sight or at least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.

The queen I’m holding in my hand while giving no fucks about my poker face stammers, stutters, and then eventually snaps her jaw shut. She has no answer for me. But I don’t miss the fact she leans in closer to me. Our lips now brushing against each other. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

It’s an odd sensation because I’ve never desired something. I’m a go-getter type. Little Miss Raylan fucked that plan all to hell! I love that look. I get high off it. I tug her in my fist, bringing her closer to me. Each vibration of her shudder bounces off me making me want her that much more.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Self-restraint obliterated, I let my lips linger on hers. It’s not a kiss, but a connection. “Here’s the thing, Ray-Ray.”

I don’t miss her scowl. It fuels me on mind, soul, and rock-hard cock. Those facts force me to drag her closer to me in the hopes of the entire robe dropping from her body.

“I can’t get you out of my head, Raylan. And I think you’ve got the same problem.” The pad of my thumb runs circles on the apple of her cheek. She doesn’t make a move or an attempt to speak which encourages me to go on. “So why don’t we take the plunge? Let Dr. Love heal you.”

It's cheesy as fuck, but charming and the way to the end goal. I’ve gotta have her.

Not sure if it’s my breaking point or the Jack because I don’t give a fuck about the reason I’m on this cruise. It's a selfish move, but then again I’ve always made the important decisions with my dick. He’s a trusty guide who has never led me astray.

The waiting game ensues. I know my boundaries and will never cross them no matter how painful it may be. The urge to slip my hand down her toned stomach then dip into her panties is unreal. Feeling her, coating my fingers in her juices, and then licking them clean makes me groan.

Raylan changes the game with above a whisper. “You’re a whore, Memphis. It doesn't take a mathematician to figure that out. One plus one equals two.”

I wince at her blatant statement. My boys back at home poke shit at me all the damn time, and it doesn’t make me think twice. This is different.

“All wrong. You’re the guy moms warn their daughters about.”

Jesus, her body trembles against mine as she fights to get her words out. Her reaction to me threatens to destroy every single ounce of my self-control. My fist in her hair flexes on its own. I’m losing it all in front of her.

Her lips move again, grounding me. I didn't think it was possible for her cheeks to grow to life with more color, but they do. She shocks my system the same way she did when she fell into my lap. I’m turning into an ordinary everyday sappy pussy that you find on every street corner.

Her determined yet unsure voice grounds me back to my reality. “This trip was all about experiencing new things. And. I. Want. You.”

Done. Game changer.

Our lips brush against each other slow at first. Then it’s all over. I sweep my tongue over the seam of her lips and they part immediately. I’d lay my body in front of a freight train to have one more taste of her. It’s a force I’ve never faced. I’m a greedy motherfucker and will always be the first one to admit it. I devour my little ray of sunshine. There’s never been a kiss like this before. It hits me like a ton of bricks that there’s no money involved.

Raylan moans into my mouth, sending the vibrations straight to my already angry cock. Her petite hands are scouring my body, clutching at every surface available. And if that’s not enough, she begins rubbing and rocking all over me. Fuck, I’ll be her statue as long as she needs. The woman who is clumsy as hell gave me the green light to go ahead. The fact if it’s right or wrong doesn’t matter right now. Toddlers learn at a young age what the color green means and I’m not one to argue.

Time to get the damn ship rockin’!