Page 36 of Passing Ships

His eyes are blazing as they sweep down my body to where I’m touching myself.

“I didn’t invite you, Sailor,” I gasp as I meet his stare.

“Yes, you did,” he growls, grabbing the collar of his tee and pulling it over his head as he stalks toward me.

Thank God.

I feel electrified and anxious, all at once, as he tosses the shirt aside and reaches for the zipper of his pants. Removing my hand, I come up onto my elbows and scoot up the mattress to get a better view.

“I heard your cries for assistance from across the hall,” he says as he kicks his pants to the side, revealing the outline of his massive cock straining against his briefs.

Hunger radiates from him as he prowls up the bed, covering me with his big, strong body.

“I had everything under control,” I whisper against his lips as he fists my hair and tugs my head back.

“The hell you did,” he says before crashing his mouth to mine.

I’ve never felt so small.

So exposed.

So wanted.

And damn if I don’t want him too.

Lennon

Her lips taste just as I recall. Warm, sweet, and intoxicating.

I tried my best to let her be. I did. Especially after her answer to my question regarding Anson was, “Not tonight.”

What the fuck did that mean? Never? Not tonight? Never again?

But the way she was looking at me when we got back to the cabana and the way she ran her nose up my throat, her hot breath bathing my skin, had me five seconds away from bending her over the kitchen island. I was barely able to reel in my reaction and send her to bed to sleep off the alcohol.

That was, until I heard her moaning my name through the wall.

I nearly took the bedroom door off its hinges, like a fucking battering ram, to get to her.

Our mouths wrestle for control, and I finally force myself away from her swollen lips. Her eyes are wild and glazed over as we stare at each other. Neither of us speaks, but we don’t have to. We both want this with almost-burning desperation.

I lean back and rake my gaze down her body. Goose bumps rise on every inch of her exposed flesh. Her berry-hued nipples harden to tight peaks, and my mouth waters, wanting a taste.

She lets out a strangled moan at the first flick of my tongue, and her hands tangle in the back of my hair, pulling me closer as I nip and suck at one breast while my hand plucks and teases the other.

“Lennon.”

Fuck, I’m already as hard as a rock, but her groaning my name causes my cock to grow even more impatient.

I kiss and caress my way over to the other nipple and give it the same attention. I’m like a starved man, unable to get his fill. Feasting on her like she’s my last meal.

Because she was. I haven’t had a woman in my bed since I left Sandcastle Cove nine months ago, and my dick is letting me know just how upset he’s been about the dry spell.

Her hand slides between us and cups the appendage in question, and it pulses its approval.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” I growl.

Without a word, she reaches inside my briefs and pulls my erection free. Her fingers wrap around me. Stroking from root to tip.