Page 41 of Sail Away with Me

Galvin moved in his arms, humming as she did so. Sail was content, staying there with her in his arms and not having acare in the world. Being there with her was peaceful, but only drove home two key factors: he was head over heels for her, and she had him firmly in the friend zone. Sail understood why she kept him there. He was a wildcard. He’d been certain she heard rumors about him, even though none of them were true. Sail was nothing like Dune, and he honestly had no idea how Tidal and Crew were.

The sun grew brighter in the room and Galvin squirmed a bit, her leg moving higher between Sail’s legs. He closed his eyes and thought about everything from worms to warts, but nothing seemed to work because every little mewl coming from her while she slept increased the issue in his pants. If this were anyone else, he’d roll and run, but this was where he wanted to be.

Erection be damned.

Sail worked to adjust himself as discreetly as possible, aware that any sudden movements might wake the woman in his arm. Preserving this time with her was paramount. He moved his head slightly and stared for a bit before closing his eyes, hoping sleep would find him again.

Only after a few minutes, he felt her staring at him, and if it wasn’t her, someone was in the apartment. Sail was almost afraid to look. He slowly opened one eye and then the other when he saw it was Galvin staring at him.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Um . . .” she lifted her head slightly and look at their bodies. It when then, he felt it. And if he felt his erection pressing against her, she certainly knew he was turned on.

“Sorry,” he said quietly. He expected her to move, to jump out of his arms and tell him to go home, but she didn’t. What she did next, surprised him. And by the look in her eyes, her leg pressing into him more shocked her as well.

“Galvin.” Sail hissed when her leg moved back and forth, creating a pleasurable friction.

There was a shift between them. A magnetic and electrifying pull drawing them to each other. Sail swallowed hard and did what came natural to him. Without taking his eyes off hers, he cupped her cheek, his thumb ghosting over the set of lips he intended to kiss. To devour. To claim as his.

Sail searched her eyes for uncertainty, curiosity, and an unspoken invitation. Words did not need to be spoken; her labored breathing was enough.

His fingers threaded through her hair, drawing her closer until there was barely any space between them. She gasped softly, offering an unspoken invitation. His gaze dropped to her lips, then returned to her eyes, a spark of anticipation passing between them before he leaned in and let his lips graze hers in a tender, electrifying kiss.

Galvin’s eyes fluttered close and subtly tilted her chin toward Sail. Her lips were soft, tentative against his. He moved slowly, letting her set the pace. Not wanting to push her away or scare her.

Sail smiled against her lips when he felt her tongue there. He opened, letting her lead the way, giving her a moment of control before he took over. Galvin hesitated, but only for a bit.

She touched his hair, her fingers dancing through his silky strands while their tongues did their own version of the tango. Galvin sighed when he nipped at her lower lip. She gripped a handful of his hair and moved her leg with steadier pace.

Sail responded by flipping her over on her back and settling between her legs on. He expected her to resist, to push him away.

She didn’t.

Her legs widened, bringing him closer to her.

He rocked into her.

She gasped.

She fucking gasped.

Sail had to focus on anything other than everything happening below their waists. His lips left hers and while he instantly regretted it, she had so many places he wanted to kiss her. Taste her. He nipped, sucked, and kissed a path along her jaw, to her ear where he gave her lobe some attention before moving to the other side.

Galvin’s effort did not go unnoticed, as she lifted her hips and arched her back.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sail rested on his elbow and cupped her breast. He was thankful she’d ditched the oversize sweatshirt earlier in the night and opted for a blanket. Maybe she knew this was how they’d wake up.

Her hands snaked under his shirt, her fingers digging into his flesh. She pulled him into her, although it didn’t take much effort because this was where he wanted to be. He kissed her cotton clad breast and about lost his impending load when her hand slipped beneath his waistband.

Should he tell her stop? Make them stop?

No, but if she tells me to, I will.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft. He inhaled and exhaled slowly to keep his breathing under control.

“Something wrong?” she asked in the most innocent voice he’d ever heard.

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