Page 32 of Wicked Trouble

Chapter Twelve

Zane had watched Cammie slip through the crowd and had kept her in sight as people parted for her like she was a little goddess moving through her acolytes. He saw her face pop up as she pulled herself onto the platform. Clever strategy to see over the heads of everyone on the dance floor…not so clever if you weren’t the type to like body surfing.

He’d watched several people do it before Cammie, climb up onto a cage platform then let the crowd move them from one side of the dance floor to the other like it was some kind of rock concert. He knew the moment Cammie was done for when she teetered backward, a sure signal to the crowd that she wanted to be lifted.

He jumped up from the stool, keeping his eyes on the direction the crowd was moving Cammie, then dove in, pushing his way to meet her so he could somehow get her feet back on the ground. Panic snapped inside his gut, making him more aggressive than he needed to be to cut through the crowd, but he couldn’t help it. He had to get to Cammie and rescue her. He knew she’d be freaking the fuck out at having no control over her own movement above the crowd.

He shouted, but the sound disappeared into the loud noise of the music, sucked away as it left his mouth. He craned his neck and shifted up, keeping Cammie in his sights, watching her body bob up, then down, then up again. He adjusted course when he saw the crowd turn her to the left then plowed into the throng once again, growing more and more frantic to reach her.

Just as he made it to Cammie, his hands up to snatch her down, the crowd eased her to her feet, almost like everyone knew he was there for her and that they were meant to be together. She landed softly in front of him, her eyes gleaming, lips curling, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent, covering her with his arms to keep anyone else from touching her. He shifted them both backward, out of the densely packed dance floor until it was just him and Cammie and no one else.

She looked up at him, locked in with her eyes but also with her body, her arms around his waist, her body pressed to his like they were glued together.

“You okay?” He had to fight to keep the excessive worry out of his voice.

She nodded then shifted up so she could kiss him. She touched his lips with her soft ones, tenderly at first, almost like a thank you, then turned red hot and full of passion, like she needed to devour him as much as he did her. He lifted her higher so he could kiss her properly and she clawed her fingers through his hair, molding herself to him, her every curve fitting perfectly against his body. He probed her mouth, caressed her tongue and sank into her as deeply as he could, never wanting to let her go again.

They kissed for an eternity—not breathing, not moving—just lips to lips, tongue to tongue, consuming one another at the edge of the dance floor.

She pulled away with a gasp. “Let’s get out of here.”

Zane nodded, his words all tangled up with his lust. Fuck finding Salis. Fuck searching for Frankie. He wanted Cammie right now.

She led him around the crowd this time, a longer route but definitely a safer one. Instead of heading for the elevator that would take them to his deck, she detoured.

“Where are we going?” He followed her down a walkway along the side of the atrium.

“Shh-hh.” She hushed him but kept going, only pausing long enough to open a door he never would have looked twice at that was nestled inside an alcove.

“Are you sure we’re supposed to be here?” It was dark but not in a foreboding way. The muted light was enough to see that she was taking him to a narrow staircase.

“It’s a secret deck.” She giggled as she tugged him after her. At the top of the stairs there was a plaque that read ‘Serenity Deck’. “Not many people know it’s even here. I read about it when I was researching reviews about the cruise.”

Sure enough, as they stepped out onto the compact deck, they were totally alone. There were two double wide lounge chairs set up and an open balcony that gave an unobstructed view of the brilliant night sky. Zane looked up and around, but they were completely isolated. No one would even know they were up there. There were no windows to even look at the deck from and no other ways onto it. Zane could definitely see why it was a secret hideaway.

Cammie slipped her arms around his waist then tugged him closer. “Let’s finish what we started.” She tilted her face, her lips begging to be kissed.

There was no way he could resist.

He kissed her as he slid his hands under her dress and cupped her ass. She tugged the rest of his shirt out of his kilt then yanked it open so she could run her fingers over his chest and tease his nipples.

Lust burned a trail down his body and ignited his need to fuck Cammie hard, fast and thoroughly. His cock was like a steel rod, aching to pound her sweet pussy. Luckily, he’d thought ahead and had put a condom in the waist of his kilt. He plucked it out then tossed it to the lounge chair before pulling away from Cammie, his breath ragged and heart pounding.

“Get on the chair, ass up.” The words came out guttural and gravelly, but thankfully not desperate sounding, even though that’s how he felt.

Desperate to fuck her.

Desperate to keep her.

Cammie didn’t have to be told twice. She spun quickly then did as he’d said, hopping onto the lounge chair on her hands and knees, looking so deliciously open to whatever he wanted to do with her.

He moved in behind her and swept his hands over the tight corset binding her waist while grinding his kilt-covered dick against her ass. The faux leather was a thick barrier, taunting him but also giving the right kind of abrasion, pain and pleasure mingling into one. She rocked into him, pushing herself back so he could dry-fuck her, driving himself wild and amping up his need to take her hard.

He reached up, touching the ribbon that held her top together then gave it a tug. The corset blossomed open and her tits sprang free. He cupped both and squeezed, pinching her nipples between his fingers while pushing his aching cock against her fishnet-covered ass.

She picked up the condom and held it out to him. No words were necessary. She needed to be fucked just as much as he needed to fuck her.

Who was he to deny her that?

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