Page 71 of The Situation Ship
Poppy gasped as he trailed his lips along her neck and shoulders. Her tiny red straps gave him all the access he needed to drive her crazy. It was easy to forget about the suspects and clues around him; getting lost in his touch was her new favourite hobby. Isaiah reached under her dress as his hot breath caressed her breasts, pushed up thanks to her corset. She flushed when she felt him slide her lacy red underwear down her thighs.
“You promised me dessert,” he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Poppy thought he was going to take her then and there, but he surprised her by sinking to his knees. His eyes locked on hers until he pressed his lips to the inside of her thighs, forcing her to widen her stance.
“Happy to oblige,” she giggled. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she savoured each kiss and gentle caress. He slipped a hand behind her knee, and she felt a moment of shyness as she placed her leg over his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to devour her.
All hesitation disappeared as his tongue circled and twisted, and each turn sent her closer to the edge. Poppy clutched his hair, his shoulders, anything to try and steady herself as waves of pleasure rocked her body. The alarm and flashing lights went unnoticed; all she could think about was his relentless hunger and the sound of her racing heart. Her limbs trembled as he controlled her pleasure. Her hips bucked forward, demanding more from him, but he held them firmly, making sure to take histime and draw out every moment of pleasure until she shattered into a million pieces, fearing that the only person who could put her back together again was him.
Poppy slumped against the wall, unable to speak as she came down. Like a gentleman, Isaiah kept her steady as he adjusted her dress and stood up.
“Satisfied?” she asked, trying to catch her breath. She noticed he put her underwear in his pocket instead of giving them back.
“For now,” Isaiah panted, kissing her cheek. “Are you—?”
He couldn’t finish his question as she slid her hands down his chest.
“What do you think?” she teased, reaching for his belt.
Scooping her up in his arms, he cradled her trembling body against his. Instinctively, her legs coiled around his waist, and a deep groan echoed from deep in his chest. She didn’t need to be told how desperate he was for her; she could feel him straining against his trousers.
She was about to free him when the doors binged open. Poppy wanted to scream, and Isaiah rested his forehead against her and let out a tortured laugh. The ship was mocking and tormenting them from every possible angle. She now had another reason to hate fucking lifts.
“Maybe we could ride a few more floors? We might get stuck again,” she suggested, no longer caring about the lift– not when she wanted him so desperately.
“Your words are music to my ears.” He kissed her gently, and her body took that as a yes. However, Isaiah eased her down until her feet touched the floor again. “But we can’t risk getting stuck again.”
“You’re right. We should get back to our suite.” Poppy swallowed her desire and forced herself to be sensible, even if her body screamed at her. He straightened the straps on her shoulders while she redid his belt.
“To be continued.” Isaiah kissed her forehead. He picked up the dress she had forgotten about before following her out of the lift.
When Poppy noticed the emergency lighting in the hall, she knew they had made the right decision to leave the lift; the whole ship was obviously having power trouble. She stayed close to Isaiah, who kept her a step behind him, clearly on edge. With the lights out and everyone distracted by the storm, it felt like the perfect time for the killer to strike. He handed her the dress while his other hand remained on his weapon.
A light shone from an open door as someone came into the corridor, and Poppy reassured Isaiah before he drew his gun.
“It’s okay. That’s just Mina’s room.” Isaiah relaxed slightly. “Mina?” Poppy called, but the figure walked in the opposite direction.
Terror washed over her. Was that the killer leaving their suite? She wanted to chase after them, but Isaiah stopped her. As they reached the open door, Poppy held her breath, terrified of what they might find.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Mina standing by the bed, safe and sound.
“You scared me!” Mina said, pulling off her headphones. Poppy rushed over and embraced her tightly. Isaiah slipped out of the room, giving them some space.
“We saw someone leaving your room and thought the killer got to you!” she exclaimed as adrenaline flooded her body.
“Poppy, the only one who might kill me is you,” Mina joked, her laughter filling the room. “You’re squeezing me to death!”
Her humour was a welcome relief in the tense situation, bringing a smile to Poppy’s face. “Sorry!” She let go and checked for injuries, noticing that Mina’s eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying. “What’s happened?”
Mina explained that the person they had seen leaving her room was Francis, her F1friend,whom she had kicked out – because his girlfriend would be boarding with him when they docked tomorrow.
“What a dick! You deserve so much better, and so does his girlfriend,” Poppy snapped, surprised he’d had the balls to come to her room and casually tell her about his girlfriend boarding as though it was no big deal.
Mina looked exhausted. “I don’t even want to think about him a second longer.”
“This has been a holiday from hell. I’ll make it up to you. Tomorrow in Amalfi, we’ll go shopping, eat, and have ice cream,” Poppy promised.
“You don’t have to. I might just relax at the beach, clear my head of murder and men,” Mina said with a long sigh.
