Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I try to answer, but his thumb caresses my clit while his fingers are still occupied with burning me from the inside out.
“Y-yes,” I stutter. “Better.”
Words leave us, and the only sound is the sloppy wet mess he’s making between my legs as he works me over. I go limp against him and grip his forearm so I can keep standing. My hips pump in rhythm with his fingers, and short, sharp breaths saw over my lips the closer I get. I’m at the precipice, about to fall over and into the orgasm of a lifetime. I can feel it. Sensation zings down my spine. The muscles in my stomach contract, preparing for release.
And then he stops.
“No!” The word erupts from me before I consider decorum or patience or any other virtue. “I’m close. I’m—”
“Not coming yet.” His fingers leave me, and I want to sob. I want to punch him in the face for denying me. “You know what I’ve been thinking about, Kira?”
I glare up at him, ignoring the flutters winging in my belly from the way he shortens my name. “What?”
Extracting his fingers from between my legs, he holds my stare, bringing his hand up between us. “How you taste.”
He shoves the wet, shiny fingers into his mouth, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t as sexy as him fingering me. It affects me that profoundly, seeing him lick his fingers clean and close his eyes like he’s savoring a rare dish. He lifts his fingers to his nose, gathering my essence in on a ragged breath.
“I want your scent on me all night,” he says, reaching down between us, under my dress, to caress the edge of my panties. “And don’t you change these. I want you wearing them through dinner and thinking about how I didn’t let you come.”
“But you will tonight?” I ask, hating that I can’t bite the question back, but damn, I need it now. He knows I do.
“If you’re a good girl.” He chuckles, starting to pull away, but I reach between us and seize his erection, hard and long, into my hands through the expensive material of his pants. God, this man could bust me open. My thighs clench in anticipation.
“And you don’t touch this dick.” I lean into him, rasping out my own terms, never letting his eyes go. “Don’t you dare jerk off before dinner. Don’t adjust it. Don’t hide it. I want everyone to know what I do to you.”
He pulls my panties by the edge and releases them, letting them pop against my pussy. Even that tiny contact makes me clench. Makes that aching, needing hole clamp around air, seeking him. He could have me now before dinner. We could leave his friends on the upper deck waiting while he fucks me in the position of his choice. The knowledge simmers between us, and the muscle in his jaw flexes as his famous discipline kicks in. He doesn’t reply but rests one hand at my hip, taps my butt, and drops a kiss at my temple before he goes, closing the door with a controlled snick behind him.
Chapter Nine
Takira
I’m debating between two dresses for dinner—which, according to what Lotus told me on the flight here, will be a pretty snazzy affair this first night—when my cell phone rings in my purse. I grab it and continue my perusal of the closet.
“Neevah! Hey, honey. How’s Iceland?”
“So gorgeous. We have to come back together.”
“Well, this time it’s just you and Canon, which is exactly how it should be now that the movie has wrapped. Girl, everyone, and I do mean everyone, is so excited for Dessi Blue.”
“I know! We get asked about it everywhere we go. Now that we’ve locked screen, Canon can finally relax some.”
“And I hope he’s making you relax, too.” I try to keep my voice worry-free, though Neevah’s health scares during shooting probably shaved a couple of years off my life.
“My man is taking good care of me,” she assures.
“He better. Let him know he’ll have me to deal with if you come home wore out.”
“You just worry about getting wore out on that boat for the next two weeks. You there yet?”
Of course, I told Neevah about Naz’s invitation and our past and the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a pair of shears. Over the phone, I waffled on whether or not to accept Lotus’s invitation and go on the cruise. My best friend was pro-go, but that’s probably because Neevah’s so happy with her man, she wants me to find someone, too.
“I’m here, yeah,” I answer, still studying my two wardrobe options—a slinky pantsuit and a slinky dress. Either way, it’ll be slinky. “Getting ready for dinner.”
“How is it?” Neevah asks, barely disguised excitement in her voice.
“The yacht is huge, and everything is top tier.”