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I should feel guilty, but I shook my head. The only thing I felt now was relit with a fire to be with him too. “Do you still want me?” I whispered.
He chuckled. “I want to be selfish with you.” His lips traced my neck before pulling me farther into the room. “I want to feel you come undone in my lap again, trouble.”
My nails scratched at his back before he pulled us through the dark and down onto his bed. I straddled his lap, feeling his hard cock welcome me.
His hand moved up my neck, his fingers wrapping up in my hair and pulling my head back to expose my neck. His kisses alternated between soft and hard. Tasting and devouring.
All I could concentrate on was the feel of being in Kai’s arms and feeling him everywhere. He had this way of making me forget anything else existed, and it was just the distraction I needed.
I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment with him since our time in the water. He flipped us over, his hand brushing under my shorts and cupping me before slipping his fingers inside and curling up. I pressed against his hand, adding more pressure, as he stroked in and out of me.
“More,” I begged.
He chuckled as he continued his pace, drawing out my orgasm. “This is what you get tonight, Ros.” Then he stopped right before I could find my sweet release.
“Kai!” I worked my hips to find that pressure again, and he laughed.
“Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you later.” He lifted me off his lap and stood in front of his bed. “I dare you not to touch yourself before tonight.”
I glared back at him, knowing I had zero intention of playing this game.
Chapter Twenty-Four
KAI
Inever considered myself fake until I saw the smile in my reflection this morning. It was the one I put on to be sure nobody knew what happened in the early hours of this morning. Nobody would know the anger I currently felt toward my brother. I’d never been angry at him before, and it was only because I felt like I owed him that I didn’t confront him.
Yet.
This expedition wouldn’t last forever. At some point, decisions would have to be made. Rosalyn thought she was only here until the team was done. I had zero plans of letting her go and would do whatever was necessary to make sure that happened. Even if I had to turn into a caveman and throw her over my shoulder at any attempt to run away.
I didn’t think I was capable of kidnapping, and that thought only had me wanting to knock her up. Then, it would be impossible for her to leave. Was I crazy for wanting to make sure she never left? Possibly.
Maybe that’s why it was easier to keep the smile on my face and seem like my usually happy self. I’d never felt so delusionalor crazy. I couldn’t help it. Between the constant pull to be near her and the dreams, it felt like she was already mine.
I rubbed my eyes before looking at the radar, then the open sea ahead of theMaribeth. The team had spent most of the day looking at maps and screens instead of sending anyone into the water like usual. We were due to head back in the morning, and I found myself wanting to spend more time with Rosalyn.
A throat cleared behind me. Part of me knew it was my brother without turning around.
“Can we talk?” he spoke as he entered.
“What’s up?”
“I have a theory, and I want you to be openminded.”
I turned to face Frederick. “I’m listening.”
“The thing we don’t talk about, I think it has to do with the shipwreck.” He swallowed.
He didn’t have to say any more for me to know he was talking about the monsters in the deep that I didn’t acknowledge. I’d gone every day since that day lying about what I’d seen. If I’d admitted it back then, they’d have probably had us both in observation. It was easier to lie and make them think he was just a troubled kid who witnessed the storm take his parents.
I didn’t want to tell him I did it for him, or for the both of us. It was too late. I didn’t want to talk about it at all, so I changed the subject.
“Have you ever had a dream that felt like a memory?” I didn’t want to tell him all the details. “Makes me wonder if there’s such a thing as past lives.”
“Some people think our dreams are just a window into our multiverse selves. If there’s such a thing as past lives, alternate realities, or multiple timelines. I guess anything is possible.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then closed it.
“I guess the thoughts and images have to come from somewhere,” I admitted before looking down onto the deck.
