Her eyebrows shoot into her hair line as her mouth forms a little ‘O’. “You want me to stay?”
Do I?
I shake my head no. The thought was a stupid one. I can’t let myself get distracted. The next few days will be too important to be distracted. I need to be ready for when Amara wakes and needs me. I need to be there for my crew. I need to be ready for whatever happens. Not off taking distractions just because. Even if that's what most of the pirates downstairs will be doing tonight.
I turn my back to her again, before kicking off my boots.
Hopefully she’ll get the hint and leave.
Then her hand finds my shoulder and turns me back around.
This close I can feel her breath hit me, and her dark eyes sparkle beneath the candle light. She’s so much shorter than me, her head is tipped back to see me.
Her hand is still on my shoulder, and with a gentle squeeze, I let everything go.
I can have one night of distraction.Fuck it.
Chapter Six
TALLY
Cyrus’s eyes are always closed off but I see the moment she goes from sadness and despair to a deep darkness full of hunger.
My hand is still on her shoulder, so I give it a squeeze. Tempting my fate.
Then her hands are on me pulling me in tight. Her grip is strong on my hips, fingers digging into my skin and I have to stop myself from moaning. My hands land on her chest. Unfortunately for me, not on top of her breasts.
Her mouth is close to mine, but she’s yet to close the gap.
Feeling daring, I brush our lips together. She doesn’t move away.
“What do you need?” I whisper.
Her timbre matches mine. “A distraction.”
Fucking finally. Now the question is can I get her to submit to me? “Are you going to give into me, little dove?”
She instantly nods and melts into my arms. But her actions aren’t good enough. I need her words. “Words, or this can’t go any further.”
She growls, literally growls before muttering, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
She melts more and my lips descend on hers. With our height difference I’m on my tip toes and she’s bent down, but the feel of her lips against mine couldn’t feel any better. Always being the shortest in the room and a top can sometimes be challenging when finding a lover, but I think I might have nailed it with Cyrus.
Her lips are slightly chapped from swimming and the fight but they mould perfectly with mine. Instantly I’m hungry for more. Tracing my tongue around her lips gives me the first taste of her and it’s addictive. I wantmore.
Sliding my hands into her hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging, has her gasping for me. Letting my tongue gain entrance to her mouth. Our tongues dance together in a battle of dominance. Cyrus’s need for control not giving way to her need to give in to me just yet.
With one kiss she has me completely addicted to her.
Another tug of her hair has her whimpering into my mouth and squeezing my hips tighter. But she relinquishes some of the control she was holding onto.
I kiss the hell out of her. Fucking my tongue into her mouth and pulling on her hair to relive those whimpers whenever I please.
My pussy is drenched, I can feel myself dripping down my thighs, but I can’t quite part with her lips yet. Not when they are my new favourite flavour.
She pulls back to catch her breath, her pupils now blown with desire. I’d be disappointed if she wasn’t as wet as me beneath her clothes. Using this moment to pull her head back, to get an unrestricted whimper from her lips and access to her slender throat.
