Page 35 of Passing Ships
“Don’t move,” he commands as he disappears down the hallway.
He returns a moment later with a washcloth in his hand. He fishes a bowl out of the cabinet and fills it with warm water, then comes back to me. He sets the bowl on the island and dips the cloth in it before lowering himself to a knee. Taking my right foot into his hand, he removes the sand, and then he moves to the left foot and does the same.
His thumb gently brushes over a bruise on the top of my left foot, and he looks up.
“Did I do that with my stellar dance moves earlier?” he asks.
I nod.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, but I’m pretty numb at the moment. Ask me again in the morning,” I say.
He places a kiss on the top of my foot and lets it go, and then he stands. “There you go. All clean.”
“Thank you.”
I scoot off the stool, and he offers his hand to steady me. I tilt my face up to look at him. He’s so damn handsome. His chiseled jaw has a smattering of stubble, like he’s skipped a day or two of shaving, and his intense navy eyes, framed with long, dark lashes, are boring into mine.
He swallows, and my eyes flicker to his throat. If I were to lean in just a bit, I could lick his Adam’s apple. I tuck my face into his neck and run my nose up under his jaw, dragging my lips over his skin.
“Legs.”
His strangled call brings my eyes back to him.
“You should probably get some sleep. You have breakfast with the girls in the morning.”
“Right,” I whisper.
He takes a step backward, breaking our connection, and disappointment hits me, followed by the sting of embarrassment.
What am I doing?
“Good night,” I say as I slip around him and head down the hall.
I stumble into the room and slide out of my dress before crawling under the covers.
I promised Avie I would keep my hands to myself, and there I was, letting my nose assault Lennon’s throat like I was a cat in heat.
I’m tired and a little drunk. That’s all. I just need a good night’s rest.
I roll to my back and close my eyes, willing myself to sleep, but my traitorous mind fills with thoughts of him.
The way his eyes watched me all night, the way his hands held me firmly but gently as he led me to the cabana, and the delicious way he smelled as I buried my nose in his neck.
My hand glides down my abdomen, unbidden, to the building ache between my legs.
The silk thong I’m wearing tonight is already damp as I picture his naked chest and powerful thighs.
I hook them with my thumbs and slide them down my legs and groan as a finger grazes my sensitive clit before dipping into the wet depths.
Oh, yes.
My body bucks off the bed, causing the comforter to fall away, and the cool air caresses my hot skin as I pump it in and out, whimpering as I imagine it’s his finger and tongue entering me.
I add a second finger as I edge closer to my release, wishing I had dragged him in here with me when I had the chance.
Strangled moans escape my lips, and I cry out his name as I feel the pressure building in my belly, but before it makes it up my spine, the bedroom door swings wide. The crashing of the wood against the wall causes my eyes to fly open to see Lennon standing on the threshold.