“Agreed.”
“Hollar, if you need me.” I left Gideon in the captain’s chair and descended two floors down. Then headed into the private bunk I’d claimed and nosedived into bed. This was certainly the most luxurious accommodations I had ever had on a ship. Especially when I thought about my time in the Marines and the places I slept.
On a yawn, I drifted off.
***
When I finished my shift that evening, I went searching for Kylie. I found her at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and flipping through an older fashion magazine.
Even in leggings and a tank top with her hair in a topknot, she was a total fucking knockout. I wanted to scoop her up and march into the bedroom to begin our night. But I was smoother than that. And for our first solo night together, I wanted to make her as addicted to me as I was to her.
“Hey gorgeous.” I slid into the booth beside her and looped an arm around her slender shoulders.
Kylie leaned against me. “Hi. Did you eat dinner?”
She always wanted to feed us. It was her way of taking care of us. It was such a wifey thing to do. Wifey? Ironically, the thought of her belonging to me—to us—that way didn’t send me running for the hills. It felt right.
“I did. You are a whiz in the kitchen. I never figured I’d eat like a king out on a boat.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“How are you holding up?”
At my inquiry, she pressed her fingers over the bruises on her throat that were beginning to fade. “Better. Still a little sore.”
“I’m glad you’re on the mend.” Rage simmered beneath the surface. I wouldn’t let her see my anger because she’d take it to heart. But I’d like to murder that fuck all over again for putting his hands on her. It enraged me I wasn’t the one who ended that fucker’s existence. But we all felt that way. Harming women or children was pure evil and anyone who did it should be destroyed. That it was our woman just made me want to resurrect the bastard and kill him all over again, a couple of times, in as painful of a manner as possible.
“You know we’re taking turns with you each night. But only because we must be on guard for any potential attack. And we can’t do that if we’re in bed with you. Because when we’re with you, beautiful, all we can think about is you.”
“I get that. Does this mean it’s your turn tonight?” A hopeful smile curled her lovely lips.
“It does.” I dipped my gaze down. Fuck, she was sexy. I bet she could wear a black trash bag and I would still find it sexy.
Her tongue darted out and wet her lips while her cheeks pinkened. Lust pumped through me. My dick was hard just thinking about all the things I wanted to do with her tonight.
“Good. I’m glad I get you all to myself. I’ve had to share you with the others every time.”
Cupping her cheek, I murmured, “I’m thrilled it’s just going to be you and me, too, gorgeous. Why don’t you finish your tea? Then we’ll get our night started. Because I want you naked. And then I have every intention of recreating every single one of my fantasies with your hot little body. I want to do bad, bad things with you. Things you’ve only imagined in the dead of night when no one is around to watch you play with that pretty cunt.”
I drew a finger down her arm, marveling at her soft skin.
The teacup shook as she lowered it to the table. And she lifted her gaze, her pupils dilated with need, and said, “I’m done.”
My gut tightened and cock jolted, hungry to sink into her tight heat.
I glanced at the mug. It was half full. Leaning in, I kissed a trail up her slender neck to her ear. “I’ll wait for you to finish. We’ll consider this our foreplay.”
“But I can’t wait any longer.” She tilted her head and her lips met mine for a passionate kiss, full of tangled tongues and teeth.
Lust unfurled. Pleasure zinged through me. But those sensations twined and unlocked deeper emotions I’d kept hidden. Because I wanted to possess her.
Fuck, I ached to make her mine and mine alone.
And if she didn’t want to stick around and drink the rest of her tea, who was I to make her? I’d much rather get her into bed and feel her slick heat squeezing my dick than sit around and watch her drink tea.
With my decision made, I leaned in and claimed her lips. I infused the full brunt of my desire and everything she made me feel into my kiss. My tongue danced along the seam of her plump lips. I could suck on her lips for hours. Deepening my assault, she gasped and issued a throaty moan. It provided me with the opening I wanted. And I plunged my tongue inside, greedy for her taste on my tongue. Knowing she was all mine tonight had desire thundering through my veins.
And sleep was the last thing on my mind.