Olivia

His mouth moved against mine, unhurried and thorough. One hand cupped the back of my neck while the other settled on my hip, thumb stroking small circles through the fabric of my dress.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing harder, his eyes were dark with want.

"We should get a room," I murmured against his mouth.

"We have a room. Very nice room, actually."

"I meant stop kissing and go to it before we scandalize the crew."

He grinned, ...