Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Donovan
The ocean before me is the definition of how vast the unknown can be. As the waves lick the side of this vessel, I feel nothing from that movement since this ship is massive.
What I am feeling, and can’t ignore, is how it feels as though the floor beneath me is shifting. It’s internal, sparked by the time I’ve kept Delia here in this stateroom with me.
I glance to the table next to the small white couch that I’ve been sitting on for the past hour. I broke open the book I’m reading as Delia slept tangled in the white linens of the bed, but I can’t remember a single word.
The only thoughts that have been playing in my mind on repeat are those related to her. The noises she made when she was asleep. Soft breathing mixed with the occasional unmistakable sound of her humming.
I was tempted to record it on my phone to cement the memory in a form that I can revisit over and over again, but I couldn’t do it.
She stirs slightly. I take that as a sign to crawl back in next to her.
I’m naked. I’ve been that way since I stripped so I could fuck her for the first time yesterday afternoon. We didn’t let go of each other until she drifted to sleep a few hours ago.
I lost track of how many condoms I used or how long I spent with my mouth on her pussy. Everything about her is addictive to me from the taste of her to the sound of her soft voice.
“Donovan,” she whispers as I gather her into my arms. “What time is it?”
I slide my lips along the smooth column of her neck before I plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Time for you to come again.”
I feel her smile even though I’m too close to see it. “Again?”
“And again, and again, and …” My voice trails as my hand slides over her side toward her core.
I find it as I left it, swollen and wet.
I hone in on her clit immediately, tracing a familiar path over the bud until her hips gently sway in unison to my movement.
“You make me feel so good,” she murmurs. “I’ve never felt this good.”
Neither have I.
I’ve never had a lover that consumed me the way this woman has. I’d do anything for her at this point. I’d swim to shore if she asked me to.
That reminds me…
“We’re docking soon at one of the ports.” I keep touching her in the slow and steady pace that I sense she needs right now.
I’m in no hurry to make her come because I know the reward that awaits me when she does. She’ll moan out my name and it’ll echo in my ears until it fades again.
Her lips tremble as she glances at me. “Are you going ashore?”
I answer that by kissing her. This time I glide my lips over hers, forcing my way between them by biting her softly. I deepen the kiss to show her that the only thing I want today is her.
When the kiss breaks, she smiles slightly. “I don’t want to either.”
“I know,” I say confidently.
“I want to suck you off,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “You haven’t given me a chance to do that yet.”
She’s right. I haven’t. I’ve been a greedy bastard since we got into this bed together. I’ve taken what I wanted over and over again, always being sure to keep her satisfied.
I quicken the pace of my fingertip on her clit as I slide two fingers into her channel. She lets out a sound that clenches my heart within my chest. “Delia.”
“I’m going to…” she finishes the sentence with a groan so loud that it bounces off the walls. “Oh, God.”
I stare at her, at the beauty before me as she loses herself in her first orgasm of the day.
As she falls from the high, her tongue skims over her bottom lip. “I’m hungry for you.”
Her stomach growls softly indicating that she’s hungry for more than just my cock.
I chuckle deeply. “Food first, my Delia.”
“Your Delia,” she repeats, her eyes shining bright. “I like that.”
I fucking love it.
I rake a hand through her messy blonde hair to smooth it back from her forehead. I place a soft kiss there, lingering to take in the natural intoxicating scent of her skin.
I could fall for this woman. I could lose myself to her. Dammit. I feel as though I already am.
“What’s there to eat?” She stretches out, her beautiful body on full display.
I take it in because there’s no way I won’t savor each moment I’m gifted with this; with her in my presence, open and exposed in every possible way.
“Food,” I answer because I can’t think straight.
She smiles. “Eggs, maybe? Scrambled, and do you think they have pancakes and some fresh fruit? I love fresh fruit in the morning.”
Berries in particular, I want to add, but that’s another sign of how carefully I’ve studied her social media profiles. I’ve seen enough posts of her eating a big bowl of berries to know they rank on her list of favorite foods.
“I’ll get all of that for you,” I promise, hoping that the chefs on this ship can accommodate that request. “Coffee, too?”
“Yes, please.” She nods. “With a splash of cream.”
I save that to memory because maybe in some off chance we’ll cross paths in a café in Manhattan and I’ll be able to buy her a coffee.
“How do you take your coffee?” she asks with a tilt of her head.
“One sugar,” I say. “I need a little sweetness.”
“Like me?” Her eyes say she’s teasing me, but she is a little sweetness in my world. I already know I’ll be craving more once this ship docks in Miami.
“Just like you.” I kiss her again before I glance at the phone on the table next to the bed. “I’ll order breakfast now.”
She stops me by touching her hand to my cheek. “Thank you, Donovan.”
“For what?” I ask with a chuckle. “The food?”
“The food, the fun, all of it.”
I read between the lines. The fucks have been fun but it’s more than that. She’s grateful for the escape from life that I’ve given her. I’m just as grateful to her for allowing me to step out of the chaos of my day-to-day existence for a few hours.