"Show me… then." Sarah met his gaze with boldness.
Those daring words broke the little restraint Henry had left on him.
He scooped Sarah into his arms and carried her below the deck his steps slightly hurried.
His heart was pounding so wildly against his chest as he held her firmly in his arms, their gaze locked on one another.
Their bottled-up desires echoed with every step as they got closer to his cabin, unaware of the happy faces peeking from the corner.
Neither of them spoke. Their brimming eyes said everything –every fear, every ache, and every unspoken longing blazing between them like a wild fire.
When Henry pushed open the door to his cabin, the soft glow of the morning sun spilt through the curtains, washing the room in gold.
He closed the door with his heel and carried her toward the king-sized bed.
Then he gently set her down on the bed as if she were made of something too precious to rush.
