Page 4 of Passing Ships

I unbuckle my seat belt and climb onto my knees. Planting one hand on the console and the other on his thigh, I lean in so that we are nose to nose.

“Well, tell me, soldier, what can we do to get you in a better mood?”

“Sailor,” he says as his eyes fall to my mouth.

“What’s that?” I ask as I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips.

“I’m not a soldier. I’m a sailor,” he states.

“There’s a difference?” I ask.

“Yeah, a big difference.”

My hand glides further up his thigh, and I can feel the big difference through his slacks. His fingers wrap around my wrist and halt my progression.

“Careful.” He grits out the warning against my mouth.

So bossy. I bet he’s bossy in bed too. The thought alone has my skin tingling.

“What, afraid you’ll get a boner?” I ask.

“I’m not gonna get a boner.”

“Why? Do you have an issue?” I ask innocently.

“No.”

“You can tell me. I won’t think less of you,” I continue to tease.

“I don’t have an issue,” he bites.

My hand flies to my mouth.

“Oh my God, is it a war thing? Did Little Lenny get injured in the line of duty?”

“Little Lenny?”

“Yeah, your Little Soldier,” I say as my eyes shift to his crotch, where he still has a tight clasp on my wrist.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a soldier? It’s sailor or seaman,” he says through gritted teeth.

I glance back up at him and raise a brow. “Seaman?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, did your Little Seaman get injured?” I ask.

“Geezus. My dick works fine. I’m just not a horny teenager who can’t control his hormones anymore. And stop calling my cock that.”

“No? You don’t like Little Seaman? Fine. Little Lenny, Little Sailor, Love Stone? Take your pick,” I say.

“How about we call it nothing?”

“Aw, it might not be that impressive, but I think calling it nothing is a bit hurtful.”

He growls—yes, growls—as he pulls me forward, his expression growing dark, almost feral.

I land hard against his chest, and he lets go of my wrist to fist my hair. He tugs my head back to give him a better angle to crash his mouth against mine, which takes me by surprise, and I gasp. He darts his tongue between my lips and deepens the kiss as he lifts me from the passenger seat and into his lap.

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