Sharing a berth with Caylee? This was not a good plan, Tito thought as he watched her teaching one of the younger boys - Diego - some sailing techniques. The kid had good hands, and a willingness to learn.

Of course, with Caylee as his teacher, it was no wonder he was catching on. She had a way about her that made you forget her mother came from a long line of generational wealth in the Northeast, and her father was connected, however tenuously, to British royalty.

She stood up, stretched, the thin white shirt she'd put on over her bikini  to protect from the sun billowing out in the breeze, looking out over the sparkling water toward the horizon, her hand shielding her eyes from the brightness. Then she turned, suddenly, and looked right at him, and smiled. Tito felt the air whoosh out of his lungs and could only stare back as his heart plummeted helplessly. This thing between them. It wasn't supposed to be serious. It wasn't supposed to be real.

Now, what the hell was he going to do?

He went below deck, telling himself he just needed to check his phone for any messages from his assistant Ella. But when he got to the small cabin he just stood there staring the berth. It was large enough for two, just barely.

His concern about wanting privacy instead of a boat full of people nearby the first time they had sex had been replaced by a new concern. Getting deeper into a relationship with Caylee would be a mistake. He didn't fit in her world. If he touched her tonight - the way he was feeling right now - would he ever be able to let her go?

* * *

Why was she nervous? Caylee wasn't sure which worried her more - that Tito would reject her tonight, or that he wouldn't.

This trip was the first time she'd had a chance to observe him up close and personal working with the kids, and he was impressive. He managed to maintain the perfect balance between friendship and discipline. He could joke around with them but he never lost his authority. This program was going to be a success, giving these kids a new chance in life, and Tito was the reason.

Spending two nights in a cottage in Bimini with wild sex and blindfolds and whatever other crazy ideas Tito had in mind was going to be so much fun. But she was starting to think that sharing a berth with him in the small cabin had the potential to be a lot more intimate. And she wasn't sure exactly how she felt about that. Tito was so sure that their very different backgrounds meant there could never be anything serious between them. What he didn't seem to be able to understand was that she didn't give a crap about all that society and lineage and proper breeding stuff that dictated how her mother lived her life.

Just look at her sort of cousin Jack. He was now happily married to the caretaker's granddaughter, and his mother Catherine had grudgingly accepted Bailey. Not that it made one bit of difference to Jack. He cared what Catherine thought just about as much as Caylee cared what her own mother thought - which was not at all. The last little thread of her that had wanted to live up to her mother's expectations had snapped when her mother hadn't taken seriously the fact that Gregory was stalking her. All her mother had cared about was what it looked like at the club for a Chandler to have taken out a restraining order against a Van Haverton. Instead of being frightened for her, Caylee's mother had been embarrassed by her.

And if her snooty family's opinion didn't matter to her, then why should it matter to Tito?

Not that Caylee was thinking about marriage or anything like that.

It was just that the more time she spent with Tito, the more she realized she didn't want this to be just a fling. His bad boy image was sexy, but his heart was solid gold.

She couldn't help smiling at him as they all sat on deck at the end of the day, the kids eating as if they'd been starved for 10 hours instead of having had a huge lunch of you-peel-'em shrimp when they'd moored the boat and taken the tender to a dockside restaurant near Key Biscayne.

Dinner was grilled salmon with jasmine rice, loaves of fresh baked bread, ears of corn, thick slices of grilled tomato, and fresh fruit.

"How do you manage this in that tiny kitchen?" Lakin asked. "This is like a meal in a restaurant."

"Galley," Jack corrected. "It's called a galley, not a kitchen."

Tito grinned at Lakin. "You and Joey are on galley duty tomorrow for lunch, so you'll find out."

"I thought we'd be eating, you know, canned stuff."

"There's a refrigerator," Joey explained, showing  off his knowledge of all things nautical. "It's just small, but the only thing we're having now that had to be kept cool is the salmon."

"How many loaves of bread are there on board?" she asked, reaching for a thick slice.

"Bread machine," Jack said. "It's easier and takes less space just to store the flour and make our own bread."

"Cool," Lakin said.

"I'll show you everything tomorrow," Joey told her. "We'll make a killer lunch."

Lakin smiled at him, tossing her head so that her twists of hair were lifted by the breeze.

One look at Joey watching Lakin, and Caylee thought, yep, that boy is going to fall hard.

Caylee leaned back in  her chair. "I can't eat another bite. That was amazing, Jack."

"Don't thank me, thank my sous chefs, Logan and Isaac."

"Logan and Isaac," Bailey said, lifting her glass, "here's to you!"

Isaac grinned, and Logan shrugged his shoulders. "No big deal," Logan said.

"If everyone keeps working together like this, we're going to have a great trip," Tito said. He glanced at his watch. "Okay, free time for an hour and then the OFC crew needs to hit your berths for tonight."

"Are you kidding me?" Logan asked. "It's like, eight o'clock."

"Early day tomorrow," Jack said. "I want to set sail as soon as the sun rises. We're going to head out into deeper water."

"I'm heading down to the salon for board games, or maybe charades," Bailey said. "Who's with me?"

As it turned out, they all were, and before the hour was up the teens who had been protesting the early bedtime were already yawning.

"It really tires you out being in the sun on the water all day," Caylee commented, as everyone pitched in to clean up the salon and convert the bench seats into beds for Isaac and Diego.

"I don't know why we don't get a cabin," Diego complained.

"Because you're the youngest," Tito said, looking at the two 13-year-olds. "Live with it."

"Oh, man."

"Dude, chill," Isaac said. "We're sleeping right next to the galley."

"Ohhhh," Diego said with a quick grin. "Snacks."

"I can't believe you're thinking about food again already." Tito laughed.

"We're growing boys," Diego said with a grin.

"Lakin and I got the main cabin," Emma said, sounding like at 16 she already considered herself an adult. 

"You two and Bailey," Jack clarified.

"Actually," Bailey said, "I'm thinking of sleeping on deck under the stars with you. Unless it rains," Bailey said as an aside to Emma and Lakin. "If it rains you two can squeeze over and make room for me."

It took another hour before everyone took their turns in the two heads and got settled for the night. As all of that was still going on Caylee slipped away, while in the background she could hear Joey, Logan and Marques discussing who would take which of the three bunk bed berths in the other cabin.

Caylee slipped out of her clothes and slid under the covers naked to wait for Tito.

She didn't have to wait long. The door opened and Tito stepped in, closing it behind him.

"You'd think my little brother Joey would have the sense not to be squabbling about . . . " His voice trailed off as Caylee sat up in the birth and let the blanket fall to her waist.

"You don't fight fair," Tito said, as she watched his gaze lower to her breasts. He turned back just long enough to slide the lock on the door. Then even if she closed her eyes she could feel his intense gaze on her breasts. Caylee felt her nipples tighten with desire.

"I don't want to wait until we get to Bimini," Caylee said. "I want your hands on me right now." She lowered her voice. "I want you inside me right now."

"Do you think you can keep quiet?" Tito asked her. "Because this isn't going to be fast."

"We have all night," Caylee said, her heart starting to race.

"And I plan to use every minute of it. Come over here."

"Why don't you come over here?"

"Because you're naked. And I want to look at you."

Caylee stepped out of the berth and walked over to him - which wasn't far, considering the size of the cabin.

"You are so beautiful," Tito said simply, and she felt her heart flutter.

He surprised her by not stripping his own clothes off. Instead, he just stood there looking at her, his eyes promising so much heat that she felt her nipples tingle. 

"Haven't you seen enough yet?" she asked him.

"Turn around. I'm looking for those secret tattoos you mentioned the first time we met."

Caylee obliged, rotating slowly. When she turned back to face him again, he just grinned.

"Your secrets are revealed."

"Don't you want to get undressed?" she asked him, finding to her surprise that there were nerves in her voice.

"Like you said, we have all night. I think I'll start right here." Tito closed the slight distance between them. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingers, then slid his hand down over her collarbone. His other hand cupped the nape of her neck, then moved slowly down to her shoulder

When he leaned in to kiss her both hands moved farther down and the tips of his fingers brushed lightly over her nipples for just a second then continued traveling over her body, settling on her hips and pulling her closer. That slight touch to her breasts sent a sharp current though her body and she arched her back, reaching for his hand to pull it where she wanted it again.

But Tito pushed her hand aside. "I told you, I'm in charge this time. It doesn't matter if it's in Bimini or right here tonight. We're playing by my rules now."

"I'm seducing you tonight, Tito."

"Think again, Caylee." His voice was low, sexy, and his hands were the hands of a man who didn't shy away from physical labor. Strong hands that knew exactly what they were doing.

And right now what they were doing was making her so aroused she was already hovering on the verge of an orgasm, and he was clearly just getting started. Pace yourself, Caylee, she told herself, but it was no use.

He took her mouth again, one hand on her bottom pressing her against him and the other reaching between them to cup her, those clever fingers stroking her while the kiss went from easy to breathless. His hand was vibrating directly against her clit and she tried to pull back from the intensity of it, but with his other arm pressing her to him she had no place to go. Instead, she felt her own body start to move, rubbing against his fingers with a mind of its own. Before she knew what was happening the orgasm swept through her in a rolling wave that just kept getting stronger until it reached it's peak and crashed all her senses. She would have cried out, not caring who heard them, if her mouth hadn't been fused to his.

When her body went  limp, he picked her up and then laid her on the berth.

"Now I'll take my clothes off," he said.

That first orgasm had been so unexpected and strong she didn't even mind the smug expression on his face.

"Be my guest," she told him, and watched as he pulled the t-shirt off over his head, tousling his unruly hair and revealing the toned body she'd admired when she watching him dive off the boat into the water earlier that day. Little tremors were still tingling through her body from her climax and she could already feel the arousal building again.

Tito toed off his boat shoes and took off his shorts.

"Oh my." Everything about his body aroused her, and the tattoos put it over the top.  He was rock hard already, and all she wanted was to finally have him inside her. One good thing about waiting, she reminded herself as he joined her on the berth, was that they'd had time to get tested. Neither of them had been with anyone else for awhile.  The other thing was that it had allowed the anticipation to build, and from what she'd seen so far it had definitely been worth it.

"I can't remember the last time I had sex without a condom," she said, reaching for him and running her hand over his shaft. Since Caylee was on birth control pills, nothing would come between them.

"When I'm with you, I'm only with you," Tito said, "and I expect the same."

"Only you," she confirmed, then gasped when he pulled her on top of him and entered her in one firm stroke. But instead of taking her hard and fast as she expected, his thrusts were slow and deep, and the gaze from those amazing eyes never left hers.

"Take your time, Caylee," he said, slowing her urge to ride him fast and furious. "I want draw out every moment of touching you."

Then  he put both hands on her breasts, using his palms to rub slowly and sensually over her nipples. "Remember, not a sound," he said when he heard her sudden intake of breath.

As his hands moved over her she discovered there were erogenous zones the hadn't realized she had. He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm and then the inside of her wrist and sending fresh tremors through her. Everywhere he touched her left a trail of sensation, a yearning for more, her desire a taut bow that he kept stretching.

It was maddening how he controlled the pace, but also intoxicating as she felt her climax build ever so slowly and then slide into delicious hot waves of pleasure, as sweet and overpowering as molten chocolate. She luxuriated in it.  Making love with him felt like coming home.

She was so dazed at first that it took a moment to realize Tito hadn't followed her over. He was still inside her, and still hard.

"You're not serious," she said, as he began moving again.

"Oh, I'm serious," he said, then adjusted their positions so that he was on top. Caylee wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, amazed how quickly her system reset itself for more.

Now he was thrusting harder, each stroke faster as he took her up again, the angle creating friction against her clit and making it throb. He grabbed her wrists, bracketing her arms over her head, and used his mouth on her breasts until it was all she could do not to scream.

Finally, he released her hands and she pressed them against his chest, running them over the lines of his tattoos, stroking each taut muscle of his abs, until he braced himself for the final few thrusts. Then she rose up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and buried her face against his shoulder to muffle her scream as they came together.

Later as Caylee lay on the berth watching Tito sleep beside her and listening to his steady breathing, his arm casually and possessively thrown across her, she thought I think I'm in trouble now.

Author's Note:  Why does Caylee think she's in trouble?

Tito was planning fun and games in Bimini. Will he get scared by how intimate this was?