I know what he wants, and I arch my back, lifting off the bed, helping him slide the shirt over me until I’m left in only my undergarments.
His hands press into my skin, more insistent than before, grasping my waist as his lips find my neck again. He trails kisses down my chest before reaching up and freeing my breast from the lace. His large hand covers it, kneading and pulling, before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I moan quietly, and he switches to the other, his hand covering the one he just left, tugging gently.
He releases me with a soft pop, then his lips find mine, slow but strong, coaxing my mouth open and brushing his tongue against mine in long languid strokes.
His hand moves then, trailing circles over my pebbled skin toward the place I am throbbing for him. I writhe under his fingers, my hips shifting, urging him on, begging him to touch me where I need him to.
He slips beneath my undergarments, cupping me and kneading the heel of his hand into my most sensitive spot. I groan against his mouth, and it encourages him, the kiss becoming more eager as his fingers explore and tease.
I gasp as he presses inside me, and my knees slide wider, the wet heat of my core begging him for more. My hands find his shoulders, his chest, and I pull him closer as he slowly pumps his finger into me.
I cry out as he hits something deep inside, and my eyes fly open, staring directly into his soft, gentle amber eyes.
“Come for me, Lennox,” he grumbles above me.
“Dane,” I moan as his pace increases, my hips wriggling to meet his motions. The pressure builds, tingling rising through my body as he pushes in and out, his eyes never leaving mine, watching the pleasure he is pulling from me.
“Oh, Dane,” I call out as it rises higher and higher, his palm now working me in tight circles.
SLAM.
The noise jolts me awake, my eyes flying open to find the early light of morning shining in through the windows. My chest heaves, and a light sheen of sweat covers my body. Wrestling the blankets off me, I try to pull away the damp shirt that sticks to my skin. I need to cool down. Everything inside me is still wound up as tight as when I fell asleep, and maybe even more.
I glance around the room, trying to find the source of the sound, when my eyes fall on Weston standing at his desk, sliding my dagger into his vest. He isn’t looking at me, and his expression is unreadable.
My cheeks heat as I take him in, remembering my dream from only moments ago. I feel like it is written all over my face, but there’s no way he could know. It was all in my head, and I’m the only one who is uncomfortable about it. I just need to pretend like nothing happened, and figure out a way to get it off my mind.
I clear my throat and slide off the side of the bed, pulling down the shirt that had bunched up around my hips in the midst of my dream.
Weston fiddles with something on the desk as I pad over to the armoire, and pull out a new set of clothes. I refuse to look at him. My face is still warm with embarrassment and desire, and I don’t want him to see my flushed cheeks.
Once I am back on my side, my back to him, he breaks the silence.
“You talk in your sleep.”
I freeze, one leg halfway in the pants as I process what he just said, and I’m frozen for so long I almost tip over.
Horrified.
That is all I feel right now.
Throw me off the side of the ship and let the ocean take me, mortified.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammer, my limbs finally regaining the ability to move. I shove my legs in the pants and pull them up under the shirt, tying them quickly and tightly.
He has to be lying, trying to ruffle my feathers after my escape attempt last night, just like he does when he calls me princess. He’s toying with me, trying to make it seem like I’m a burden to share a room with. There’s no way his comment has anything to do with my dream.
“Oh, I think you might.” The rumble in his voice makes my breath catch.
He knows.
He definitely knows.
I refuse to look back at him. Instead, I intently focus on getting dressed underneath his large shirt and ignore his scent filling my senses.
Right when the nightmares have disappeared, and I’m grateful to finally get solid sleep, I have a sex dream.
