Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Donovan
I close the door to my stateroom as Delia takes in her surroundings.
“This is gorgeous,” she says with a broad smile on her face. “Look at that view.”
Since we’ve been day drinking, the sun has yet to set and the view is spectacular, but it pales in comparison to her.
This room, with all its added bells and whistles, was one of the main reasons I went ahead and booked the cruise. It’s spacious, the bed is so fucking comfortable that I can’t help but wonder if some of the passengers who came before me spent their entire voyage in it.
The fact that the room had a separate seating area was a bonus. Even at home I make time each day to read after I wake up in the morning. It’s an integral part of my day, so I packed up two of Nicholas Wolf’s new detective novels as a treat to myself. His sister-in-law works for me. As tempted as I’ve been to ask if she can get her hands on a personalized and signed copy of one of his books for me, I haven’t done that. I don’t want her to feel obligated to do it.
I saved his two most recent releases to read for a special occasion. This cruise is it although it was damn hard to focus on the book in my hand this morning because my thoughts kept jumping back to Delia.
“I love this room,” she whispers as she turns to face me.
I do too now that she’s standing in the middle of it.
“I’m going to order room service.” I hear myself say the words and I’m as surprised as she is, judging by the look on her face. “What are you in the mood for?”
The lures a soft laugh out of her as her gaze darts to the bed.
“Don’t mistake my desire to eat a sandwich as anything but that,” I explain. “I’d much rather be eating you until you scream, but I want you to be sure that you’re here of your own free will and not because the mojitos made you do it, Delia. Some food and coffee will help with that.”
She squirms in place, her tanned thighs pressing together. Since she didn’t bother slipping on her cover up before we made our way here, the small scraps of fabric of her bikini are the only things covering her beautiful body.
“I’m not drunk,” she says, stepping closer to where I’m standing. “I’m here because I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
I close the remaining distance between us with a few steps of my own. “How long?”
“Months,” she confesses. “I stalk your social media.”
I let out a hearty laugh. “Bullshit.”
“Three weeks ago you posted an image of you holding a fuzzy orange kitten.” She taps her chin. “I think her name was Pearl.”
“Perla,” I correct her, stunned that she’s seen that post.
I took the image because one of my vet assistant’s couldn’t stop fawning over the kitten. He told me it reminded him of a cat he’d adopted when he was a kid. We posted the image mid- afternoon and by the time the clinic closed in the evening, it had thousands of likes and comments. Since I tagged an animal rescue I volunteer at in the post, their donations shot up that day.
“A little over a month ago, you posted a picture of you and your cousin having lunch.” She tilts her head slightly. “Reid is his name. He’s handsome.”
Jealousy tears through me at her admission that she finds my younger cousin attractive. “Is he now?”
“Calm down, Dr. Hunt.” Her hand leaps to the center of my bare chest. “You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”
My self-control is fraying at a dizzying pace. Keeping my hands, mouth, and cock to myself is becoming increasingly difficult, but I want to be certain that this beauty standing before me wants me as desperately as I want her.
“Are you speechless?” She toys with me.
Since her hand hasn’t left my chest, I scoop mine over it. “Never.”
“I’m sober enough to know how badly I want to kiss you.”
I’d say no harm has ever come from an innocent kiss but anything that happens between Delia and me will be far from innocent.
“You want me to kiss you?” I ask since I’m not opposed to a little teasing of my own.
She nods. “Now.”
I take my damn time because I want this kiss to own a corner of my mind forever. I want to look back at it, years from now and remember every detail including the way her dark brown eyes are latched onto my face and the slight tremor that has taken over her bottom lip.
I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and I instantly know that my touch is doing to her exactly what hers has done to me since she put her hand on my chest.
She shivers ever so slightly. That lures my gaze down to her tits. It’s impossible not to notice the outline of her hardened nipples under the fabric.
“Now,” she repeats, an impatient plea that is making me harder than I’ve ever been before.
I skim the pad of my thumb over her lips before I drop my hand to her hips. I wrap the end of one of the strings holding her bikini bottoms in place around my finger.
Her hips buck against me.
Oh , she’s going to be a sweet dream to fuck. I can taste it, feel it, sense how utterly mind-blowing it’s going to be.
Her eyelids flutter shut so I do what her body is begging me to do and I seal my mouth over hers.
She opens her lips as a silent invitation for more, so I hungrily accept and dart my tongue against hers.
She gifts me with a soft moan and another buck of her hips.
Temptation is a heady beast when the only thing separating you from what you desire most in the world is a few scant pieces of fabric and some string.
I wind my finger tighter around the string on the side of her bikini bottoms and give it a soft tug.
It gives just as I deepen the kiss.
She nods in approval, her hand jumping to the back of my neck. Her fingers get lost in my hair, twisting and pulling hard enough that it holds a promise that she likes it a little rough.
She pulls back from the kiss to whisper what she wants against my lips. “Fuck me.”
“I want a taste of you first,” I tell her because this encounter needs to last until eternity in order to satisfy the desire that’s brewing inside of me. “Then we fuck.”