Chapter 72

Rainer's POV

I wasn't surprised when Tasha pushed against my chest and slipped away from the door. Then she went to the cabin's queen-sized bed and looked back at me. 

I couldn't move, maybe I was drowning. Every reasonable voice in my head was screaming to take it slow. 

Tasha was different, and I couldn't just go through my regular motions. There was more between us than I had ever felt before, and it was starting to feel like a powder keg in my chest. 

"I'm not teasing anymore," Tasha said. I was across the room in two long strides, and I caught her waist tight in my arms. 

"No. I'm not going to screw this up. And I'm not going to let you do this," I said, letting go. 

"Do what?" Tasha asked. "Trick me into acting like any other playboy on a yacht. I want to take things slow," I said. Tasha scowled. 

"First off, you keep telling me that I'm different, but you still assume that I have the same opinion of you a