Weston’s head droops between his shoulders, and he heaves a sigh. I can’t contain my giggles any longer, and my entire body shakes as I try to stifle them. The corners of his lips tip up at the sound of my laughter, and his hips press tantalizingly deeper into mine.
“I hope you didn’t plan on keeping this a secret because the entire crew probably already knows,” I say through the giggles.
He looses another harsh sigh. “One day. I couldn’t have you to myself for one gods damned day.”
“It doesn’t change anything for me if they know,” I say. He looks up then, a crease between his brows. “You’re the one worried about titles and duty, Weston. I told you, I’m not.”
He leans forward and presses a searing kiss to my lips before wrapping his hand around my head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. I turn my head, breaking away from him before I can’t stop myself.
“Don’t you need to go open up the ship? Go be the captain,” I say, slightly breathless and trying to ignore the slow rocking of his hips into mine that’s driving me wild.
“Do you really think I’m going to let Jorn stop me from starting my day buried inside you?”
My face is on fire, and I know there’s no hiding how his words affect me. I don’t know why this side of Weston seems…unexpected, but I want more of it.
He frees my hands, and they instantly find his face, wrapping around his strong jaw. I’ve spent months defying his touch, and now I’m craving everything I’ve been missing. My fingers brush over the stubble as he dives in for another kiss. His tongue is smooth and challenging, almost distracting me from the drift of his hand between my breasts and down my stomach. He cups between my thighs, the heel of his hand pressing down and slowly circling, and sending fire licking up my spine. I gasp into his mouth; the noise turning into a low groan as his fingers move, sliding through my wetness before pushing inside.
The stretch is intoxicating, the dull ache driving me wild and making me crave all of him even more.
“I love feeling how much you want me,” he growls, swirling his fingers inside, before slowly pumping them in and out, pressing deeper with each stroke.
“I’ve wanted you for longer than I am willing to admit,” I pant. My eyes are screwed shut as I try to keep the release at bay. I don’t want this to be over too soon, lockdown be damned. Weston was right. I just got him to myself, and I am not ready to share.
His eyes flare. “I kept trying to talk myself out of it, but I couldn’t,” he says, his fingers still working inside me, drawing heavy breaths from my chest. “I’m glad because I don’t know how I’ve lived my life without this. Without you.”
My heart feels like it is going to burst. I thought he would never let go of whatever was holding him back, and I didn’t know how I would return to the ship only to be met with another rejection. If almost losing me helped push him over the edge and stop denying what has been building between us for months, then I am glad I did it. Even though I didn’t get the dust, it was worth it, because I got him.
The building pressure subsides as he slowly slips his fingers out of me, rubbing my wet excitement over me and sending shockwaves through my body. Then he’s kneeling between my legs, his hands wrapping firmly around my forearms and lifting me to his chest, wrapping my legs around his waist. Circling his neck with my arms, I press my breasts into him, reveling in the heat of his skin as our bodies mold together.
Fingertips sink into my flesh as he holds me above him, the tip of his length teasing my entrance. His eyes find mine, the teal darkened with desire, and his voice drops almost to a whisper. “I don’t care what happens, here, or if we ever get back home. None of it matters, so long as you always remember, you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I say, as I blink away the prick of tears beginning to form. He doesn’t look away. His gaze stays locked on mine ashe thrusts inside me, impossibly deep, and my head falls back as an involuntary moan rips from my chest. Muscles ripple in his thighs and hips as he drives into me, the delicious friction causing the base of my spine to tingle.
Chest taut and arms bulging as he holds me above him, I press harder, molding my lips over his, sucking his tongue into my mouth, trying to get impossibly closer. A hand moves from my ass and dives between us, his thumb hitting me at the right spot, and rubbing quick circles as he pulses in and out. I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut, as my core contracts around him again and again. His speed increases, chest heaving with quick breaths and grunts, and sweat glistening across his shoulders. My jaw falls open in a silent cry, my pleasure exploding, tearing me apart from the inside out, and he follows, groaning into my neck with one final buck of his hips.
I collapse onto him as his lips trail from my neck to my shoulder, nipping at my skin as I come down from the high.
“Jorn can go fuck himself,” Weston pants, his shoulders still heaving with exertion.
I laugh into his chest and feel his smile against my skin.
“He’s done enough already,” he grumbles. “I was not missing that, too.”
I straighten abruptly, the shift of my hips on his cock making him suck in a breath.
“Youwerejealous,” I say with a laugh as he sits back on his heels, settling me into his lap with a smug look on his face.
“I had to stop myself from ripping his arm off every time he touched you.”
I snicker, and lean in to him, running my fingernails through his hair at the base of his head. He lets out a low grumble and his eyes flutter closed as I brush my lips over his.
“You have nothing to be jealous of. But you can’t hurt everyone who touches me, Weston.”
His eyes fly open, finding mine, and I melt with the glimmer of challenge I see there.
“Watch me.”
I shove his shoulder and he chuckles, before untangling my limbs from around his body and slowly lifting me off him. He grabs a towel and cleans us both up before striding over to the armoire and opening the doors, his naked body on full display bringing heat to my cheeks.
