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What a sweetheart. He thinks he’s crossing my boundaries with his hand on my foot. I’d love to tell him I want his hand in my panties, but it may be too soon for that. Dottie Calvert raised a nice girl, after all.
“I was wondering if you wanted to come up here by me so I can see the words as you read them. I’m more visual than auditory, so I need to see the words. I can’t do audio books.”
I’m totally full of shit. I want to put my head on one of those strong shoulders and leave it there until my hands find their way along that ridge in his pants.
He moves up beside me, shuffling himself against the wall with a grunt and moving me over so I almost fall out of the bunk. “These weren’t made for two, huh?” he grumbles. We shuffle for a few moments, but he gets his arm under me, and I rest my head on that shoulder I’ve been eyeing.
That’s it. That’s the spot.
His muscles are hard under my face, and I blush at how close I am to him, even though I initiated it.
Maddox continues the story.
My orgasm hits me in waves, and I don’t understand the words in my ear. He whispers to me how gorgeous I am and how I’m the only woman that knows just how to fuck him. I ride him hard, watching his face clench and relax as pleasure moves up his body, his muscles rock hard and his hands reaching for me with every movement.
My forehead is against Maddox’s chin, and I hold my breath. If I didn’t, I’d pant against him. Dear Christ, I’m going to mount him right here in a train cabin bed. My panties are soaked, my body is primed, and I’ve never thought about having a man read a romance book to me. I have to tell my sisters that this is the epitome of foreplay. My hands itch to bring him pleasure, and my mouth waters at the idea of his length on my tongue.
He stops reading, and his head turns just a bit. His mouth is close enough where I could lean over and run my tongue over his lips, begging them to spread apart and letting me taste him. I move my core closer to him, hinting. His hand comes to my hair, and he twines his fingers in a piece above my ear.
“Hey, how was your day?” Maxwell asks, walking through the door with Maya and stopping short when he sees us in bed.
Maddox and I both pull away from each other, and Maddox reflexively wings my library book against the far end of the bed.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry,” Maxwell says, turning around and pushing Maya out of the room so hard she stumbles into the paneled hallway wall.
“No, it’s fine,” Maddox says, adjusting his pajama pants. I freeze on the edge of the bed and screw my face into something that could pass for innocence. “We were just reading a book together.”
Maxwell puts his hand over his chest. “Sorry, mate. I thought you were fucking. Put a sock on the door or something next time.”
I giggle, and it’ll pass for real to anyone that doesn’t know me. To anyone that does know me, it’s fake as fuck. “Gosh, no. We weren’t going to do anything like that. Just, you know, reading a book.”
“About what?” Maya asks, her eyes looking at my short pajama shorts and Maddox’s hand covering his erection.
“Uh…fucking.”
I don’t know why it comes out, but I can’t think of a lie fast enough. Maddox laughs behind me, and we’re soon all laughing.
“Want us to go?” Maxwell asks, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.
I stand up and wave him off. “Nah, it’s your room, too.”
“Not really. Maddox – “
“Nope!” Maddox interrupts, crossing his arms. “Come in. No biggie. Just book reading, and it got a little hot.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I need to wash up anyway. You didn’t interrupt anything.”
I head to the bathroom and hear Maddox climbing into his bunk behind me. What’s wrong with me? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again after this trip. Even if we’re both American, he still lives in Alaska, and I live in Illinois. Sure, my sisters worked and accommodated their long-distance relationships, but I’ve shared a sandwich and a dirty romance novel with him. He hasn’t confessed his undying love, and I almost made out with him in a shared train car.
Thank fuck the twins came in when they did, or I’d have my legs wrapped around him and his tongue and something else deep inside of me right now. I’m here for a work story, not to get laid. I’d do well to remember that so I can keep my job.
I should stay far away from Maddox over the next twenty-four hours of our train journey and focus on why I’m here. Nothing good can come of falling for a fisherman from Alaska.
Once I’m back at my bunk, I turn off my reading light and shove the romance novel deep into my suitcase. Tomorrow, I’ll check if there’s a little free library on the train and cross my fingers they have a Christian romance book stashed in a pile. That’ll keep me out of trouble.
Rescued on a Different Planet
“We’reallfull,”thewoman says, and my heart sinks.
