MAYA’S POV:
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I breathed, the lie rolling off my tongue smoothly. My hands came up to rest against his chest, intending to push him away, but they just ended up curling into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re making me uncomfortable. I want you to leave. Right now.”
I had intended that to be a scream, but it came out in a small voice, almost like I meant the opposite. Because maybe I did.
But my body was a f*****g traitor. My heart was thumping a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs, so loud I was sure he could hear it. Even worse, that ache between my legs—the one I had been trying to suppress since the moment he hauled me back on deck that night—was back with a vengeance. It was making tiny, electrified jumps, wiring up my nervous system and be
