Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

Because the woman opted to immediately strand straight up after Grayson had placed a hand along the center of her back, the athletically fit male would have no choice but to do the same and step back from her. His sculpted arm dropped down to his side as he licked his bottom lip and furrowed his brows there was a whirlwind of curiosity, confusion, interest, and suspicion upon his masculine facial features. Under the incandescent rays of the sun piercing through the opened side of the deck, Grayson nodded his head at her initial words before taking the moment to admire the siren. She truly was a goddess, despite the fact that she was wearing something so unflattering. Her voice nearly melted his heart as he ran a hand across his lips in surprise at just how stunning she was he was doing his best to hold back the surge of emotions overtaking his thoughts. When her hand planted itself squarely between his pronounced pectorals, a wet print would then soak into the fabrics of his expensive shirt. Luna would notice his body didn't move an inch due to the raw strength contained within his tree-trunk legs, all the way up to his thick neck. Grayson peered down at the hand, almost worried she'd find how hard his heart was pounding in his rib cage, before lifting back upon her. Are you sure? He'd lean his head forwards still in concern, noticing she seemed weak and unable to walk properly. Luna's blush wasn't helping him as Grayson sucked in a deep breath through his nose, which only brought his pectorals forward against her palm. Yes, this is my boat. It's fine, you're safe. I am not about to... He'd point with his thumb toward the water, ... throw you out or something. You said you were naked? There was something about her story that was just blowing the man's mind. Wait a minute, you were stranded out here? What happened? Grayson couldn't believe it... but she looked too pristine, and didn't smell like a homeless person. How could she have been stranded? Nonetheless, when you looked like Luna did, you didn't get thoroughly questioned. You were appreciated, and believed by men like him. I am not going to drop you off on the shore. There is nothing around here, for miles! Where are you from, Cuba? You have to be... With a body like that . ... but if you're trying to go back to the States, I can do that too. Luna... my name's Grayson. He couldn't help but look down to the fallen shorts around her ankles before back up into her gaze. That's when the crew were approaching from behind, and she quickly dashed behind him. Extending a hand out toward the angered males, Grayson commanded, We found a castaway. Go tell the Captain to lift anchor. We need to get her home. Adrian... He'd point toward one of them, ... grab me a towel, and prepare her a meal. Right now. Adrian nodded his head before dashing off into the interior of the ground level. Turning around to face her, Grayson cupped either of her upper arms with his hands softly, No, you have nothing to worry about... come, lets go inside, and get you that meal. He'd curl one of his large arms around her shoulders to pull her into his side, not caring if she imprinted upon him with water, as the other hand pulled open the door so he could lead her into the lavish interior . Why are you out here?