Page 82 of Passing Ships

I don’t even get the question out before he’s up and dragging me out of the club.

Anson leans over the railing and shouts, “More for us!”

Lennon raises his middle finger over his head, and Anson laughs as we walk out the exit.

Lennon

I set Amiya on her heels, grab her hand, and walk us across the street to the Bayview Inn.

“Slow down, Sailor,” she says as she shuffles to keep up with me.

I lead her to the room number printed on the key card Anson gave me and let us in.

Once inside, I kick the door shut and advance on her.

She dodges me, ducking under my arm.

“Uh-uh-uh. Hands off, Sailor. No touching the talent.”

I drop my hands and stare at her. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

She plants her hand on my chest and pushes, backing me toward the small couch that sits between the window and the bed.

She guides me to where she wants me. I sink into the cushion, hook my arms over the back, and try to look casual and relaxed when every muscle in my body is buzzing.

“Don’t move,” she whispers in my ear.

I watch as she walks across the room, lowering the blinds and tugging the curtains closed. Shutting us off from the rest of the world. The only light is a soft amber glow from a corner floor lamp.

She finds her phone in her small black purse. Tapping the screen until low, sultry music fills the room, she props it on the bedside table.

She walks to the full-length mirror on the wall beside the bathroom door, and her eyes find mine in the reflection. She smirks as she reaches and drags the zipper down on her dress, revealing the smooth skin of her back. She shimmies, and lacy material slides to her hips at an achingly slow pace, revealing her body inch by inch. Turning, she hooks the material with the tip of her stiletto and kicks. It lands on my lap and then flutters to the floor at my feet.

I can’t help but smile even though my pulse is thundering in my ears.

She bites her bottom lip, eyes flashing with something dangerous and playful. Her hands slowly glide down her sides, and I swear I forget how to breathe for a second.

She starts moving to the music, raising her arms above her head, twisting her hips, and shaking her ass in a measured, seductive rhythm until she turns to face me.

“Remember,” she says, her voice low and sensual, “you can look, but you can’t touch.”

Arching her back, she reaches behind and unclasps her bra. The straps drop down her arms, revealing her creamy breasts. She catches it, twirls it around her finger, and slings it in my face.

Growing impatient, I growl, “Come here, Amiya.”

Her eyes spark at the command, and she drops to her knees and crawls to my feet. Her limbs shake with vulnerability as her head comes up, and she licks her lips.

“Here,” I demand, pointing to my lap.

She pauses for a second, but her desire overrules the hesitation as we lock eyes, and she stands between my legs.

She has my rapt attention as she takes a step closer, then another, until her knees brush against mine. My hands are clutching the back of the couch, gripping the fabric like a vise. Her scent, sweet and warm, fills my lungs as she leans forward, and I’m drowning in it.

She slides her hands onto my shoulders, her grip light at first, then firmer as she presses down, straddling my lap. I feel the weight of her settle against me, and my breath catches. The heat of her body sparks every nerve to life. Her knees dig into the couch on either side of me, and I instinctively place my hands on her hips, feeling the soft curve of her beneath my fingers.

“You have a hard time following orders, don’t you, Sailor?”

“I’m used to giving them, not following them,” I say as I bring my lips to her neck.