He plants a heated kiss on my lips, and my body ignites again.
I want him. I want to feel his skin on mine, and I want it now.
My fingers find the laces on his vest, tugging at the knots. I pull my lips away from his so I can see what my hands are doing and rid him of these clothes faster. He watches me yank at the strings until they fall away and holds his arms out so I can push the vest over his shoulders. It falls to the ground with a soft thud, but before it even hits, I’m grabbing at his shirt, yanking it from the front of his pants.
“Take this off,” I say, and his arm is already moving, reaching over his head and pulling it forward before tossing it off to the side.
My mouth dries as my eyes drag over his broad shoulders, the taut round muscles of his chest and abdomen. I’ve been sleeping next to him shirtless for months, but never truly appreciated the beauty that is Weston. I was too busy trying to fight the attraction, and trying to keep my eyes and my imagination away from him. But I don’t have to any longer.
“Can I touch you?” The words barely leave my mouth before he’s grabbing my wrists, flattening my palms against his chest.
“You don’t have to ask,” he grumbles in my ear, his forehead pressed into my hair. My hands move on their own, trailing over every surface, reveling in the feel of his strength, the strength he uses for me. I lean forward, brushing my lips across his collarbone, kissing him softly as my hands roam over his smooth skin.
My attention snags when they brush over the rough raised scar splitting across his abdomen. Pulling my lips away from his skin, I stare down at it and watch my fingers trail over the evidence of Dane’s violence. Tears prick at my eyes and my breath hitches at the fear that works its way into my thoughts.
What would have happened if Weston hadn’t survived? Would I ever have gotten to experience these feelings and emotions that only he has pulled from me? Would I have known any different?
“Hey,” he says, hooking his finger under my chin and pulling my gaze away from the scar. “Eyes up here.”
There’s only tenderness as his gaze bores into mine, as if he can read my thoughts. I don’t want to think about them, or about Dane, or the dust. I don’t want to have any worries beyond this moment. I just want to get lost in the sea of his teal eyes and succumb to the pleasure that I know he wants to give me.
Raising my hands to his shoulders, I slide them over the solid muscles to his neck before I pull his lips back to mine. Urging my lips open, his tongue dives in, stroking languidly until the throbbing in my core intensifies.
I scoot forward toward the edge of the desk, nudging him backward so I can slide off. He guides me down gently, never breaking the steady rhythm of the kiss as he walks me backwards toward the bed. His hands run up my thighs, gathering the hemof my shirt, and I break away, lifting my arms so he can slide the smooth fabric over my head.
His throat bobs as his eyes devour me, and my nipples peak and skin tingles under the adoration.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, diving in for a deep kiss again. His fingertips press into my waist before I’m flying through the air, landing in the middle of the bed.
A fit of giggles overtakes me, and I look over to find him crawling across the bed toward me, a wide grin splitting his face.
“Do that again,” he says, his voice laced with longing as he kneels between my legs. His knees nudge my thighs wider, and I suck in a breath as his hands capture my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head. My eyes roll back as his hips press into mine, his hard length hitting me just right, and I have to bite my lip to hide a gasp.
“Do what?” I manage to get out, trying to control myself enough to look back at his smile, the wide radiant smile that doesn’t appear often.
His eyes sparkle as he leans closer, his breath mingling with mine. “Laugh.”
I giggle again at such a simple request, but realize I couldn’t even say how many times I’ve laughed on this ship. It feels good to be happy about something, especially if he is part of it. Weston’s face lights up only for a moment, then darkens again as his eyes trail down my naked body.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I say with a fake scowl. “I’m the one that gives orders, remember?”
Lifting my arms over my head, he shifts so both my wrists are in one of his hands, still pinning me down to the soft mattress. The now free hand moves lower, beginning a slow, torturous journey down my flesh.
“Now that is where you’re mistaken. You may be my queen…” He places a firm kiss on the side of my neck, just as his fingertipstrail over one nipple, circling it before squeezing firmly. My hips wiggle at the sensation, but his thighs hold me in place. “But when you’re in my bed, Lennox, I’m in charge.”
Heat floods my body at his words, and I arch my back when he takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and pulling before moving to nip at my breast.
“Weston, I—” I’m cut off with a quick breath as he moves to the other nipple, rolling his tongue around it and sucking into his mouth firmly. When he releases it, he moves on, peppering my chest with kisses as he slowly moves back up to my neck.
“What were you going to say?” he whispers into my skin as his fingers start their torturous trail again, inching lower toward the point where I want to feel him most.
“Dane and I, we never…we didn’t…” I try to find the right words, but I’m too distracted by what he is doing to my body, and slightly embarrassed about my clear lack of experience compared to his. His fingers still, moving up to stroke the underside of my jaw as he looks down at me. I try to hide my nervousness, but his face softens, a small, understanding smile on his lips. I can tell he knows what I’m trying to say, even though I haven’t spoken the words.
He strokes my face, his fingertips pushing into my hair. “Hey, it’s alright.” He brushes a soft kiss to my lips that makes me melt further into the bed. “We can stop.”
My eyes widen as my jaw falls open with shock.
“No!” I yell at him, and a burst of laughter erupts from deep in his chest and echoes through the room. I push against his hand, trying to adjust so I can look him better in the face. “I swear to the gods Weston, if you stop, I will go sleep in the brig!”
