Page 73 of The Sailor in Polynesia
“I think I should go talk to her.”
A few minutes later Lila returned without Elayna. She shrugged. “She says she is fine.”
Jonas’s brow furrowed and I felt the tiniest bit of jealousy at his concern over Elayna—but I reminded myself Jonas was in my bed at night. They’d been separated for over a week now, and it was normal for Jonas to be concerned for his friend, especially a crew member on his boat.
Shortly after we’d finished eating, the dancers started up. First there was a fire dance show with three oiled Tahitian men in traditional woven skirts and armbands.
They climbed and jumped over one another, shouting and twirling their double-ended fire batons at the same time. It was mesmerizing and when I blinked, the circles of fire danced in my vision.
I leaned into Jonas, who put his arm around me. “Impressive, no?”
I nodded. “Not something I want to try to pick up on the boat.”
Next were a troupe of women in long loose skirts and headdresses embellished with flowers. Their movements were graceful and flowing, accompanying the wistful song playing from the band.
The last dance of the night was couples. The beat picked up and the women gyrated their hips to the music, making the edges of their skirts flip up and sway. The men made all kinds of noises and leaped about.
Finally, with a loud chant from everyone, the music ended and the dancers struck their poses, their skin slicked with sweat and flickering in the firelight.
We clapped for the dancers and they gestured for guests to come up and open the dance floor. There were dance lessons and posed photos, and in the crush of people, Jonas and I lost track of the rest of the crew.
He slipped his hand into mine and pressed me back against him. His breath was warm in my ear. “Want to go home? I will ask Eivind to drive us back?”
I nodded, excitement fluttering in my belly. In the darkness and flames, Jonas glowed.
We threaded through the crowd until we found Eivind, who nodded and took us home in the dinghy.
We climbed aboardEik, waved goodbye to Eivind, and I stepped into Jonas’s cabin for the first time. It was remarkably tidy and neat, everything stashed in cabinets and shelves, unlike my messy cabin.
“Wow, do you even live here? Where’s all your stuff?” I teased.
Jonas came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I have plenty of things. My boat is just a little bit tidier than yours,” he teased.
I shivered when he brought his mouth to my ear and tugged on my earlobe. The press of his body behind me was warm and comforting. He slid his hands down my sides, the tips of his fingers barely touching the skin at the edge of my dress.
When I stretched my arms over my head and placed my hands on Jonas’s neck, the bottom of my dress slid higher, and Jonas took the invitation to skim his hands up my thighs. He hiked my skirt up further, trailing light fingers over the tops of my thighs until he reached my panties.
My heartbeat picked up, racing in my chest. I let my fingers spread and play with Jonas’s hair while he skimmed his fingers back down again, as far as he could reach.
Jonas’s lips touched my neck and he left wet kisses trailing down my flesh. My breath hitched when his fingers came back up. They slipped carefully under the band of my underwear at my hips. He stroked, ever so carefully, over my delicate skin.
His arms were pressing me back into his body, and I could feel the firmness of his erection against my butt.
When his fingers started to circle closer to my center, I had to grip his forearm to try to control myself. Jonas froze.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
He pressed his chuckle into the soft spot behind my ear.
Jonas shifted around me, his left arm snaking up the rest of my dress to flatten his palm over the center of my chest. His right hand slipped closer toward me, his fingers divided, and he kneaded the flesh on either side of my slit.
He wasn’t directly touching my clit; instead he lightly played with me there, amping me up. I bucked and he squeezed his arm tighter, pulling me back into his chest.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” he whispered. “We have the boat all to ourselves.”
I moaned and he grunted back at me. He moved his left hand over to my nipple and gave me a little pinch that had me bucking again and moaning louder. Gently, he guided me back until he leaned on the door and I was pressed against him.
