Eight
Fray
I set Emerson down long enough to open the cabin door. As I fumbled with the stupid keycard, she wrapped her arms around me, her face pressed to my back and her fingers running up my chest.
“Why isn’t this working?” I hissed, repeatedly running the plastic over the reader.
“Turn it around,” Emerson suggested. Her hands slid lower, palms running down my hips to my thighs, her thumbs just barely missing the most sensitive parts of my anatomy.
I was half out of my mind with lust for her, which is probably the only reason I bothered turning around the card as if it would do anything. It didn’t.
Growling in frustration, I grabbed Emerson’s arm, pulling her around me. I pressed her back against the door and pinned her there, attacking her mouth. Her knee went between my legs, and the pressure of her thigh against my cock was almost my undoing.
This was going way too fast. Suddenly, I was glad the key wasn’t working and had forced me to slow down for a moment. Em deserved better than some half-drunk fucking.
I stepped back, smiling at the soft whine that escaped her beautiful lips. I’d just pulled out my cell to call Marco for assistance, when something important occurred to me. I looked up and down the hallway, realization dawning on me.
“Babe,” I said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles softly. “It’s the wrong room.”
For a moment, I wasn’t even sure we were on the correct deck, but we were.
“Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth with her free hand, but the giggles couldn’t be contained. “I’m sorry. I swear I’m not laughing at you.”
“Well, you should be,” I admitted, pulling her down the passageway.
“No. All of these doors look the same,” she insisted. “And you were a little distracted.”
“Just a little,” I agreed, stopping at the next door and holding up the card. The lock clicked open immediately. Like magic. Or being at the correct room. Semantics for another time, though.
We stepped inside, and the atmosphere suddenly tensed. For a moment, I worried my stupid mistake had cooled her passion, and I wouldn’t blame her for it. So I wasn’t quite prepared when she threw herself into my arms. My slight buzz combined with the swaying of the ship caused me to lose my balance, and we crashed to the floor together.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked. She’d landed on top of me, and in her concern, she shifted to sit on my hips, her dress hiking up and exposing her creamy thighs, her center directly over my achingly hard cock.
It would be so easy to take her. To flip us over, undo my pants and just fuck her senseless right there on the floor. To claim her as mine.
Fortunately, she stood, relieving some of the pressure on my dick and my thoughts came back online. I followed to my feet, forcing myself to calm the fuck down.
“You look like the big bad wolf about to eat me,” she whispered as I stalked toward her. Yes, I was thinking straight, but I wanted her pleasure, however much she allowed.
“That,” I said, quirking an eyebrow, “is a fantastic idea.”
Growling, I picked her up again and carried her into the bedroom. As long as I kept my own clothes on, I’d stop myself from going too far with her when she was tipsy. It would be torture for me, but as long as Emerson was happy, I didn’t care. If she were completely sober, I would have asked what she wanted. But she’d had enough to drink I wasn’t comfortable taking advantage of her inhibition.
Laying her in the middle of the bed, I removed my jacket and tie and tossed them aside, unable to wrest my gaze from the gorgeous sight of Emerson spread out on the mattress, her dark locks splayed across the pillows, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breaths and the flush of heat that covered her body.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. I crawled up onto the bed, running my hands up her calves, over her knees, against her thighs as I gently spread her legs apart for me.
“Fray, I haven’t ever had that… I mean…shouldn’t you have less clothes on?”
I stared at her. No one had ever gone down on her. Travesty! She was so beautiful, so smart, and so funny. Made just for me. It also confirmed I’d been correct. Nothing between us would be some rushed affair, fueled by alcohol and hormones rather than by the true love we felt for each other. I’d worship her in other ways until I was certain our first time together would be perfect, both of us clear headed and focused on our union.
“I not making love to you right now,” I told her. I held up a hand to forestall the argument I saw forming in that beautiful head of hers. “You deserve better than a tipsy fuck. You deserve perfection. Tonight, I’m going to worship your body, give you a taste of the pleasure I want to give you for the rest of our lives.”
I kissed her again, my hands feeling around her dress for the secret way to remove it. Pulling her up against me, I ran a palm down her back, resisting a growl at the lack of clasps back there. I lowered her to the mattress, releasing the kiss to trail my gaze down her body.
There was no way I’d admit I didn’t understand her clothes. The fabric wasn’t stretchy enough for her to pull it over her body without some sort of button or hook or something.
Finally, she shifted enough under me that I felt the heavenly bite of a zipper down her side. I kissed her again, my fingers gripping the majestic piece of metal that was my key to her holy land. Unfortunately, the drama of her outfit foiled me again.
“This dress is ridiculous,” I told her when the zipper stopped at her hip. “In the future, I’d prefer quick-release clothes on you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, bossy,” she assured me, leaning up to capture my mouth once more.
As I kissed her, I pushed her dress up over her hips, giving up on getting her naked. It wasn’t possible without having her stand, and I wasn’t letting her out of this bed anytime soon.
She gasped against my mouth when I trailed a finger over her pussy. Even through the barrier of her panties, I felt how wet she was, and the desire to taste her was overwhelming.
I trailed hot, wet kisses over her neck and chest, sliding myself down her body until I rested between her trembling thighs. Her fists were already clenched in the sheets, and I smelled her desire like the sweetest perfume.
Biting at the waistband of her panties, I used my teeth to pull them down to her calves before tearing them the rest of the way off. I returned to her core, desperate to taste her. Her hips canted up, and I took it as permission, burying my face in her alluring, pink folds. My tongue laved at her clit as she bucked against me, her hands threading into my hair.
Heaven. She tasted like the sweetest heaven, and as I felt her first climax erupting over her, I kept devouring. I wanted this release and another. Though, I’d only fuck her with my mouth and fingers tonight, I needed her replete with bliss. She’d never doubt I’d give her every bit of pleasure she could desire.
“Fray,” she cried out as she came, and I couldn’t help smiling as she shook.
Just as soon as I felt her coming down, I slid a finger slowly into her soaked pussy. Determined, I sucked hard on her clit until she screamed, her body tense and shivering under me again.
She collapsed limply to the mattress, her breaths coming in stuttered pants.
Climbing back up her body, I rolled to lie beside her and pulled her half over my chest. I held her close, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“Are you alright?” I asked. “Can I get you anything?”
“Did you get the number of that train that just hit me?” She sighed. “I still want you, you know.”
“And you’ll have me,” I promised her. “For now, though, let’s get you ready for bed. Today was quite the adventure, and tomorrow will be another big day.”
She nodded but just smoothed her dress back down her legs, then snuggled closer to me. In minutes, her breathing had evened out, and I knew she’d fallen asleep.
Unwilling to risk waking her, I just closed my eyes and held her tighter. If she was comfortable, that was all that mattered to me. Her happiness would always be the only thing that mattered.