I lean in until there’s barely a breath between us, and gaze into his teal eyes, the eyes that brought me back to life in more ways than one.
“You can have me,” I say against his lips, and it’s like a barrier breaks between us. His mouth crashes against mine, his lips bruising as the kiss becomes more demanding. My body hums with desire, and I need to be closer, my hands moving as if they have a mind of their own, clawing at his back and fisting the hair at the nape of his neck.
His lips are relentless as his hands release my shirt and slide down the curves of my body. Fingertips press deep into the muscle as he lifts me off the floor and wraps my legs around his waist. Standing swiftly, his arms tighten and crush my body against his. My core presses into him, and a gasp rips from my chest.
He takes advantage of it, sweeping his tongue in and brushing it against mine. I moan into his mouth, the sound only urging him on, his tongue working mine deeper than before. Weston lets go of me with one arm and swipes it across the desk, all the maps and weapons and trinkets clattering loudly to the floor. My back meets the smooth wood next as he leans over me, pressing me into the hard surface.
A shiver courses through me when his hands find my thighs, squeezing firmly before they move, torturously slow, fingers caressing my soft skin as they slide under the hem of the shirt. They brush over my hips only to find bare skin, and his lips break away, a loud groan rumbling against my neck as his head falls into the space next to my shoulder.
“Was it your plan to drive me wild, my queen?”
His hand wraps around my hip, the brush of his thumb teasing, and I let out a loud sigh. A low chuckle tickles my earfrom where he licks and sucks his way down the side of my neck, into the plunging neckline of the shirt.
I didn’t expect this turn of events when I left off my undergarments. All I really wanted was to feel as if Weston was wrapped around me, touching me everywhere, his scent overwhelming me, even if it was only the fabric of his shirt.
Now I’m glad I did.
My eyes flutter shut as I focus on the feel of his lips on my skin and the press of his hands holding me underneath the weight of his body.
But the weight lifts, gone in an instant, and my eyes fly open in shock.
“Weston?” I say, breathless. Pushing up onto my elbows, I try to see where he went.
Did I do something wrong?
Sig told me Weston hadn’t been with anyone on the ship since they arrived, but I don’t know what his life was like back in Blackwood. It wasn’t something I ever wanted to have come up in conversation, but now I’m worried about being inadequate.
My thoughts are interrupted when his hands find my hips, gripping them and sliding me to the edge of the desk. There’s a glimmer in his eye as he takes me in, and my worries from moments ago vanish.
His hands slide up the insides of my thighs, fingertips leaving a tingling trail of desire in their wake. His eyes darken when he reaches the hem of my shirt, pushing it up over my hips and exposing me to him. My mouth dries as I watch him, looking at me like I’m a piece of treasure that he’s been searching for.
“I have wanted to do this ever since I watched you moan another man’s name in my bed,” he growls, and liquid pools between my thighs. Dropping to his knees, he spreads my legs wider, draping them over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my breaths coming out in heavy pants as I watch his eyes consume every inch of me. I’m not completely ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors, especially with as descriptive as Tila’s books can be, but a man kneeling before a woman is unknown to me. The look in Weston’s eyes leaves me wanting, and completely at the mercy of whatever he has in mind.
“Making you forget any other man exists,” he says, then lowers his lips to the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses higher, closer to where I’m aching for him to touch. “Do you trust me, Lennox?”
“Yes,” I pant, trying hard not to squirm.
A wicked grin pulls at his lips as his gaze locks on mine.
“Good girl.”
He lowers his face to my core, his tongue flicking out over me, and my body explodes. Back arching, and eyes rolling back, I moan loudly as the throbbing heat intensifies. His hands grip my hips harder, pressing me into the desk so I can’t move. His strokes continue, lapping me up while I try to writhe under him, but he doesn’t let me budge.
“You taste even better than I imagined, and trust me, my queen, I have been dreaming about this for months.”
I cry out, his words driving me even more wild before his tongue starts again, swirling and flicking around my most sensitive spot. My hands fly across the desk trying to grasp something, anything, but the smooth wood leaves nothing to ground me. I reach down, threading my fingers through Weston’s hair, fisting it tightly, and he growls against me.
“Oh gods,” I pant, throwing my head back as his movements become more rapid, before he sucks on my sensitive bundle of nerves, the place only I’ve ever touched, flicking his tongue over it and driving me wild.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and he chuckles, the vibration sending my hips jolting, only to be held still by his powerful grip. My heels dig into his back as the pressure builds, the fire licking at my spine, raging harder with every stroke.
“Come for me, Lennox,” he orders, just before his tongue pushes inside me.
A scream erupts from my throat, and the pressure climaxes, bursting into flames that engulf me completely until I’m falling back down into the moment as his tongue strokes slowly, coaxing the rest of the pleasure out of me.
My muscles are liquid and my hands fall from his hair as he stands, a satisfied smirk on his face. Lifting my weak arms, I reach out for him, and he laces his fingers with mine, pulling me up until I’m sitting on the edge of the desk.
