Page 5 of Sailor's Delight
He laughed. “Now I know you’re drunk. Let’s get you to your room.”
Jenn groaned. “Don’t be like that.”
Trey stood and offered her his hand, which she took gladly, enjoying the warmth of his palm against her fingertips.
“It’s a week-long cruise. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Trey smiled as he gently folded her arm under his and led her toward the elevators. He nodded at the buttons. “Which deck did you end up on?”
Jenn couldn’t take her eyes away from Trey’s. She’d never met another man who consistently met her eyes as he did, especially given what she was wearing. “You have really beautiful eyes,” she said suddenly.
He smiled. “Thanks. I’ve always thought they were some of my more impressive features.” He laughed, then repeated, “Which deck?”
“Hmm?” She turned her attention to the rows of buttons waiting to be lit by purpose, driving those riding the elevator on to bigger and better things. “Twelve,” she said slowly, thinking.
Trey smiled. “Same as me. That will certainly make things more convenient.” He tapped the corresponding button.
“What things, exactly, Trey? Tell me exactly what sorts of things would you like to conveniently do with me?” Jenn turned, rotating her arm in his so that she could clasp him with both arms around his slightly soft middle (she adored that about him), pressing her body up against his so that he could feel every curve of hers.
Still staring saint-like into her eyes, Trey smiled tenderly. He placed his hands carefully on her back, approximately where her bra strap would be, if she were wearing one. His big hands gently cupped the soft flesh there as he bent to whisper softly in her ear, “All the things.” Jenn shivered deliciously.
The elevator door dinged open, and Trey gently maneuvered her around so that she was facing out. Taking her left hand in his, he placed his right hand on the curve of her waist beneath the baby blue peplum blouse. She dropped her hand to cover his and squeezed with the left as he led— practically danced— her out of the elevator.
“What room number?” he asked quietly when they reached the branch in the hallway.
“Twelve three fifty-nine.” She pointed with her head, pressing his hand harder to her waist and trying to slide it lower, onto her hip. He stubbornly stayed exactly where he was.
“Very convenient,” he said. “I’m literally a door down and across the hall.”
“Very convenient,” she echoed, taking in his scent. Tobacco scent, not actual tobacco, with what may have been some sort of bay rum mixture? She breathed deeply. He smelled so good.
“Twelve three-sixty,” he said quietly.
For the first time that evening, she watched his eyes leave her face and wander over her body. She pretended he was looking for more than just her keycard. She shivered slightly again, goose pimples covering her skin.
“Are you cold?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“Not at all,” Jenn said, pushing back into him. He was so delightfully soft. Muscles were one thing to look at, but another to actually experience. The thought of pushing up against someone big and knotted like Casey made Jenn slightlynauseous at the moment. Give her a man with a little bit of padding on him any day. Give her a man like Trey…
“Where are you hiding your keycard?” There was a laugh in his voice. She looked up into his gently smiling eyes. Without hesitation, she slowly and deliberately reached one hand into the plunge of her blouse and unstuck the keycard from where friction had adhered it to the skin of her breast, never leaving Trey’s eyes.
He laughed, accepting the card from her two fingers. “Clever girl.”
He slid the keycard in the lock, pushing the door open. He let his hand slide from her waist and gently nudged her in with his other hand.
She turned to look at him, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and put a pitiful pout on in one last attempt to entice him in. “Are you really going to make me sleep in here all on my own?”
He looked into her eyes, and he smiled adoringly. “Tonight, I am. Phone?” He held out his hand.
She located her phone where she’d left it on the countertop and handed it to him, puzzled.
He held it up to her face to unlock it, then stared silently at it for a few moments, tapping quickly. He handed it back. “All right, I’ve gone ahead and set up the messaging on the cruise app and added myself to your circle. Let me know when you wake up in the morning, and we’ll pick things up from there.” He gently kissed her forehead, and backed out the door, one hand on the handle. “Can you get yourself ready for bed, or do you need help?”
Seeing one last opportunity and taking it, Jenn backed up to the bed and let herself fall onto it. She held up one leg off the floor, high heel outstretched and creating just enough space to afford him a decent peek up her skirt. “I definitely need help.”
Trey laughed. “You’re incorrigible. Good night, Jenn.”
Jenn raced to strip off her top, truly desperate now. By the time she’d gotten it over her head and tossed in the direction of the entrance, it bounced harmlessly off the back of the door, dropping to the floor in a shimmery pile as it clicked shut.
She fell back, sighing in frustration. She stared up at the ceiling, one fist pressed to her forehead, the other hand slowly tracing light lines across her bare abdomen. For just a moment, she smiled, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she ran the hand upward toward her breasts, imagining that they were Trey’s fingers. After a moment she gave up. Her fingers were too cold, and nowhere near large enough. The thought of his big hands gave her one last pleasurable shiver that she smiled away before kicking off her heels, standing up to unzip and drop the now-regrettably-too-long skirt to the floor, leaving her standing in only the thong panties she wore underneath. Clicking off the light, she pulled back the covers and slid into the bed.