Page 49 of Passing Ships
“Do you need help getting her down?” Lennon asks as he follows Sebastian out onto the deck.
“Nah, I got her.”
“Thank you for the ride,” I call.
“You’re welcome.” Sebastian turns and glances back at me over Lennon’s shoulder and smirks. “You two enjoy the rest of your night.”
Lennon
I watch until Sebastian has Leia safely down the steps and secured in the Bronco. Then, I walk back inside to find Amiya, but instead, I find her dress draped over the back of the sofa.
I pick it up and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply as I glance around the room.
She’s standing by the set of bay windows that look out to the ocean.
“How was your night?” I ask.
“Uneventful,” she says.
“No beautiful men?”
She shrugs. “There were a few, but like you said, none worthy of having my legs wrapped around them.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep, it’s your fault, Sailor. All I could think about was coming home to you and the promise of three orgasms.”
Reaching around, she nimbly handles the clasps of her bra and then drops her arms so the material falls, revealing her high, ample, beautiful breasts, tipped with pebbled pink nipples.
She bites down on her lip, playing a game of sweet seduction.
“My apologies,” I say as my eyes follow her movements.
She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly slides them down her thighs. The black satin pools at her ankles, and she kicks them to the side.
Standing before me in nothing but those strappy, blessed gold heels, her soft and sexy curves highlighted by the moonlight streaming in the window behind her, she’s a fucking wet dream.
I don’t say another word as I drop the dress and walk to her. I round her body, my lips brushing her neck as I come to a stop behind her. A shiver runs through her as my hand slides up her bare thigh and palms her ass.
“I like this game,” I whisper as my free hand cups her breast.
Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I bite down gently.
She gasps and turns in my arms, bringing her mouth to mine. I open for her, and she hungrily takes. Nipping and sucking on my tongue until she pulls back. We stand there, nose to nose, panting, trading breaths.
“You want it here or in the bedroom?” I ask against her lips.
“Here. Underneath the stars.”
Her hand falls from my shoulder to the front of my slacks, and her fingers begin to fumble with my belt. Her mouth never leaving mine. Each swipe of her plump cherry-colored lips sweeter than the last.
How long has it been since I enjoyed kissing so much, with the desperation of a teenager making out for the first time?
She finally manages to unbuckle my belt and pop my trousers open. As she feeds her hand into my boxers, I reach behind and grasp the collar of my shirt, swiftly discarding it onto the floor, next to her dress.
“I thought it was a fluke. I thought it was the alcohol that made me want this so badly last night. But I was wrong. It’s just you,” she says, caressing my erection through my slacks, making me grow even harder as her fingers press around me.
The action lights me on fire. I start to touch and taste her everywhere. Her mouth, her breasts, her neck, and her thighs. I can’t get close enough. I want to consume every inch of her.