"He'd be so very cross about it but if Isabela even breathes that he's chickening out, he'll do it." Judging by the wicked smile on her lips, she was seriously contemplating the idea.

She had a few other things she could say, ideas in her head, but too many of them came to a screeching halt as she began to feel his fingers drifting lower on her skin, one lace untied at a time. Her stomach flexed inwards at the attention and if he could have seen it in the dark, her focus wavered for only a moment. "The sea isn't necessary. I'd be just as content with...something else." Dammit. She squeezed his shoulders gently to center herself on what she was saying. "An inn on the water doesn't sound so bad."