“Here?” Gail looked at him.
“Been thinking about you here, since—” Sly tried desperately to get control of his libido, but that didn’t work so well, his mental gauges were running at overload. The woman kissed like a wonder and tasted like a crime just waiting to happen. “Since the first time you came aboard.”
“You mean since the first time you decided I wasn’t an i***t bimbo. ‘Oh, what a beautiful Christmas tree!’,” she mimicked herself in a ridiculous tone. Did a good job of it too as her voice echoed off the sides of the Well Deck.
“Okay,” he slid that sideways smile into place. “After that.”
The Well Deck was lit by only a few dim worklights. The rear gate was up and sealed, the wood-plank deck itself was dry. It was still night in the gap above the top of the gate. His LCAC rested
