Page 74 of The Sailor in Polynesia
His fingers slipped lower and he was finally touching my clit. He stroked with two fingers, trapping me between them and applying pressure.
“What do you need?”
I gasped and felt an ache starting up in my center. “Harder.”
Jonas pressed more firmly, sliding and stroking and kneading my body until I was chasing the big finish.
Then suddenly the boat rocked hard beneath us. When we stilled, we could hear the drone of a dinghy engine nearby. We both froze, waiting to see if we were about to have company.
When we heard voices and felt the bump of the dinghy hittingEik’s hull, we both collapsed together in disappointment. We listened for a few moments as voices got louder and we heard the heavy tread of steps on the deck.
Jonas kissed my hair. “We can be quiet.”
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
He started stroking again, the rest of his crew a thin door away. I bit my lip and focused on chasing that ache again.
But then something hit the door with a thunk, and Jonas froze.
On the other side of the door, the voices were rising. Lila cajoled, “. . . water, before you... need the head...bucket, Eivind.”
Jonas was tense behind me, torn between me and his crew.
“I think you should go out there and take care of things. Your crew needs you.”
Jonas slipped his hand out of my panties and pressed a quiet kiss to my shoulder. With both hands on my hips, he guided me toward the bed.
“Wait in my bed?” he whispered.
I nodded and slipped into the sheets. Jonas turned on a bedside light and then turned off the cabin lights before he opened the door and went into the salon.
Straining my ears, I could hear raised voices, the deep cadence of Jonas’s and the higher, nearly shrill voices of the others. I couldn’t make out the words, so I lay back on the pillow and tried to sleep.
* * *
Sometime later I woke up to Jonas slipping under the sheet with me and turning out the light. When I rolled toward him, he slipped his hand to my waist and stroked my hair in the darkness.
I opened my mouth and rasped in a sleep-worn voice, “Is everything okay?”
“It will be,” he said. “Elayna is drunk and not herself. We will talk more in the morning. Go to sleep.”
I turned away from Jonas and he wrapped his arm around me, tugging me in toward his body. I fell back to sleep.
Twenty-Eight
In the morning, I blinked awake and saw Jonas next to me, still asleep. The fan in his cabin rotated on the opposite wall, blowing over my skin every few seconds. Jonas was bathed in the sunlight streaming in from the window behind him. I watched him sleep for a little while, drowsing on and off myself. Then I felt him shift, his hand pressed into the small of my back, a huff of breath over my cheek.
“Good morning,” I whispered. I got a muffled grunt in response. Jonas’s fingers stretched over my back, tugging me closer. When I opened my eyes, his face was pushed into the crevice between our pillows.
I scooted closer and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I lightly ran my nails over his scalp, combing his hair and pushing it to the side so I could see his face. “You were up late last night. Is everything okay with Elayna?”
He sighed and pushed himself up. “Elayna got too drunk. The man she was spending time with told her to go home and she got upset. We had to calm her down; she was yelling and crying, making a scene.”
“Does this happen often?”
He shook his head. “I have never seen her like that.”
I sat up and stretched my arms over my head and then pressed my hand onto the bed next to Jonas, looking down at him. “Is this something to do with you and me?”
