Ship of Dreams (Dreams Come True Series Book 2) by Rebecca Heflin Page A

almost chuckled at the petulant expression on her face. “How about we split the melting chocolate cake? You like chocolate, right?”
    “I’m female.”
    “That you most definitely are.” He signaled the waiter and placed their order for dessert and coffee. As their plates were cleared, he asked, “Do you live in Manhattan?”
    “Yes.” She picked up her wine glass. “And you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you from New York?”
    “Born and raised.” She squirmed a little more in her seat.
    “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
    “That’s Rule Number Four. No personal questions.”
    “Right. Sorry. Just making conversation.”
    She set her glass down. “Look, Nathan. I appreciate all the effort to make this a romantic evening, but I’m not interested in baring my soul to you or anyone else. I’m interested in . . .”
    She hesitated, and he knew she’d been about to say ‘meaningless sex’ but thought better of it. “A fling. Nothing more.”
    Nathan nodded. He didn’t know what made him ask those questions. Even if they were superficial, he didn’t usually go there. And he appreciated it when no one tried to take him there. “You’re right.”
    She flashed what appeared to be a smile of relief. “Now, about that fling.” The smile transformed to seductive, as her eyes glittered with desire.
    Nathan jumped when her bare foot snaked its way up his leg, getting closer to his crotch by the second. He latched onto her ankle before she reached her goal.
    “We’ll pass on dessert,” he ground out as the waiter approached with their coffee.
    Nathan towed Laura along the empty corridor to the elevator and impatiently pressed the up button. He pulled her in for a kiss that quickly turned sultry. So much for patience.
    “Your place or mine?” Nathan asked between kisses.
    “Mine,” Laura breathed as she nipped his lower lip.
    “Mine’s closer.” Nathan changed the angle of the kiss.
    “I have the penthouse.” Laura groped his ass.
    He pulled back. “Really?”
    She nodded.
    “Yours. Definitely yours.” He’d just pressed his lips to hers again when the elevator dinged.
    The door opened on a blissfully empty elevator. Reaching out, Laura grabbed Nathan’s jacket lapels, hauling him into the corner as the doors slid shut. She wrapped her leg around his, pressing her hips against his, feeling his impressive erection. She groaned as she pressed hot kisses along his jaw.
    Nathan slipped his hand inside her dress, baring a breast, and eliciting a gasp from her. “What happened to patience?”
    The elevator came to a gentle stop and Nathan pushed away from her, then, reaching out again, covered the delicious breast he’d just bared. Both were panting like they’d just run a marathon, and Laura’s hair was mussed where he’d had his fingers in it.
    An older couple stepped on, gave them a knowing glance. The woman leaned over to her husband and said in a stage whisper, “Remember the first time we had elevator sex? Of course the elevators moved much slower in those days.”
    Laura’s hand flew to her mouth to cover an unladylike snort as she shot Nathan a look.
    He ran his fingers through his rumpled hair and stifled his laugh with a cough.
    The elevator stopped on the next deck and the couple stepped off. The man gave Nathan a thumbs-up as the elevator doors closed.
    “Wasn’t that the man in the fitness center this morning?”
    Nathan nodded. “Mr. Cybex.”
    Nathan grappled with the key card, cursing when he missed the slot. Finally the green light came on and he threw the door open.
    Laura stepped into the room, softly lit with lamplight, the blackness of the Mediterranean Sea beyond the picture windows. Before he could say a word, she’d slipped her dress from her shoulders, where it glided to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but a pair of strappy silver stiletto sandals.
    “Have mercy!” He nearly choked. “You—you’ve been naked except for that dress all evening?”
    She