Page 68 of Forget Me Not

Am I losing my mind? Has she gotten that far under my skin that even a team of trained professionals couldn’t remove her from me?

“Put your leg up on the dash,” I instruct, lifting her leg up to grant me better access to her. She does as she’s told, placing one foot near the window and the other on the dash, spreading herself open for me.

Fuck, I want to know how she tastes. If she’ll taste like cherries everywhere or if it’s just the universe fucking with my head.

Slipping her panties to the side, I run my thumb through her folds, soaking it in her juices before rolling her clit in slow, even circles.

“You’re burning up, little bird,” I murmur against the side of her neck, nipping the flesh there and she shudders, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Licking and sucking my way across her jaw, I bite the lobe of her ear and she whimpers, effectively shutting up every warning bell in the back of my head telling me I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Does it feel good?” The little sounds she’s making will be my undoing. Mark my fucking words.

She nods, looking down to where my hand disappears in her shorts.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good,” she breathes, her skin growing a pretty shade of pink in the dim lighting of the dock.

“How good?”

Christ. My cock is rock hard, pressing into the swell of her ass. The need to bury myself inside her is so strong, my hands shake to touch her. Like I’m a teenager touching a girl for the first time, again.

“I want more,” she breathes, arching back into me.

This Nova is different. This isn’t the sweet, innocent Nova I met at the inn who runs around helping everyone she can and eating funnel cakes in the shape of crabs.

This Nova . . . I’m claiming. The one that whimpers from the feeling of my hands on her and who gives herself to me and trusts that I’ll give her what she needs.

This Nova is mine.

Sinking a finger inside her, letting her tight, wet heat suck me in, she cries out and I muffle the sound with the palm of my other hand.

“You’ve got to be quiet, sweetheart, or we’re going to get caught,” I rasp, sucking on the hollow of her jaw, though at this moment, short of not wanting them to see her, I don’t think I’d give a shit if someone caught us with my fingers buried inside her.

“Reid . . .” My name is a plea on her lips. One that threatens to drag my sanity to the bottom of the Atlantic, leaving it scattered amongst the battered remains of the Titanic.

“Feel how wet you are? Soaking my hand,” I bite in her ear, enunciating it with a nip of her flesh. “You’re so tight, we’re going to have to work you up to take me.”

Her eyes roll back at my promise and her hips writhe against my palm. She’s so close to coming, I can feel her tightening around me when I slip another finger inside her.

“Come, little bird. Show me how pretty you sing for me.”

Changing my angle, I build up my pace, my palm rubbing her clit and my fingers buried inside her until she’s clawing at my wrist and collapsing back against me with a cry muffled against my palm akin to heaven falling to earth. With her head on my shoulder, I bury my face in her neck, kissing and nipping every inch of skin I can reach while she comes on my fingers.

Fuck . . .

I’m going to hell.

She shudders in my lap as I milk out the last remnants of her orgasm. “So beautiful.”

I slip my fingers out of her and pull her back to kiss me. A groan tears up my throat when she shifts against my cock, just as my self-control is yo-yoing out of control.

There’s a bed right fucking there in the cabin beneath the front of the boat. My bed, where I can lay her out and fuck her until neither of us can walk right tomorrow, but for once in my life, morals are standing in the way.

There’s so much I don’t know—her fears, this Jack mother fucker, why she flinches when I reach for her.

What’s in her nightmares.

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