Page 22 of Naughty Irish Fate
“Come with me for a bit. Let me share the sea with you for just a little while, Wyn.” I stop walking. Stop breathing. Panic bubbles in my throat as the rows of boats blur before my eyes.
Until suddenly he is against me, his lips ghosting over my eyes, my nose, my jaw. Telling me he’s right here waiting for me. Going nowhere until I am ready. Truth is I’m not ready for him. Because he is fucking trouble too.
But just like that first night my panic fizzes to nothing.
“Just let me take you out. I will bring you back to dry land, Wyn. You are safe with me.” Blinking up at him, I realize that’s the first lie he’s told me. Because I am not at all safe with Rooker.
But I nod. Laugh with him when he hoots and brings me against his chest. I kiss him as he swings me off my feet with one thick arm around my waist. And like an idiot I follow him to his boat.
It’s a little trawler named Esmerelda East and it has seen better days. I make a face once we reach it but he just laughs and helps me board it. I follow him up a short set of steps to the upper level bridge. Rooker heads back down to untie us and push off from the docks.
Coming back to join me, he nods towards a u-shaped bench seat in front of the controls. I sit with my back to the sea so I can watch him take the wheel. I gasp a little as with a rocking bounce we head out to sea.
“Trust me Wyn?” Blinking up at him, I realize how much weight is in his words when he asks me that. I nod and he grins as if my answer means everything to him.
Glancing back at the pier, I realize it’s the first time since I was a young girl I set foot on a boat. I watch Shore Ridge fade away until I can just make out the colorful boats bouncing in the bay.
“You the captain, Sailor?” I smile as he steers us east, eyes on the horizon. Rooker grins and nods, looking almost shy.
“For now. It’s not my boat. I work for a fleet. But I am indeed the captain. Does that do anything for you?” He is beautiful in the sun, in his element, eyes sparkling and hair ruffling.
Fuck I am sunk. So fucking sunk.
“It just might, sailor. You look like you belong on a boat though. Suits you. Thought she might be bigger though.” I tease, dropping my eyes pointedly to his zipper. Rooker grunts and adjusts what I happen to remember is plenty big.
“Not the size that matters, now is it? It’s what you do with your equipment. Pretty sure I can hook the keepers with my bait, beautiful baby.” Rooker skims his eyes over me like a touch, settling between my thighs.
It’s then I realize Rooker wants to fuck me on his boat.
And, hell if I don’t realize I am going to let him.
“Lift your dress for me.” Rusty sex voice makes me want to obey despite myself. Holding his gaze, I fist the fluffy skirt at my thighs and inch it up. Raise my hips enough to bunch it just around my hips.
I keep my thighs closed. Rooker shoots me that same warning look from the bar. Makes me so hot I want to tear the damn dress off and fling it into the sea. I don’t because I don’t want to seem as desperate to please him as I really am.
“Let me see that kitty, beautiful baby. Slide your top down. Let me see all of you out here on the water.” I swallow as my knees fall open and my hands shove at the neckline.
Dress bunching at my middle, I lean back against the glass behind me, feeling like we’re in our own world in this bridge. It’s a tiny space with the controls taking up all but a few feet while the bench I sit at fills the rest.
With Rooker’s eyes on me, I don’t notice the beeping controls or the bouncing of the boat. I just feel him. I feel this thing between us flood the tiny space. When he speaks in that sexy graveled voice of his, I do not even hesitate to obey.
“Touch yourself. Stoke that wet kitty for me. Show me how hot you get for me beautiful baby.” I whimper as my head tips back, my hand between my legs before he finishes asking.
Sliding my panties aside I say his name because the wetness, the ache, the throb there is all because of him. Rooker growls and we bounce harder on the water. But he doesn’t move. Just stays behind the wheel, steering us somewhere.
“I can smell you, Wyn. You get so fucking luscious when you get hot. Rub yourself slow and good.” I nod and rub just like he tells me to, my other hand cupping my breast and squeezing.
“Your voice gets sexy and rusty when you get turned on. Makes me so hot. God, so hot... and wet.” I flush shyly even as I rub myself with his eyes focused between my legs.
All I can sense, feel, hear, is Rooker. Our eyes meet and the spark in his is more than need or want. It’s so much more I can’t look away. Beneath the weight of that stare, I know I have foolishly fallen for a man who might belong to me as long as those eyes are on me.
But, I saw his eyes gazing out at the sea before.
And I know Rooker will always belong to the sea more than he could ever belong to me.
