Page 49 of Capitally Unexpected

“Dinner. Star gazing on the upper deck. Then you can touch all you want.”

I shove off the bed and head into the tiny bathroom.

“Unless we’re late.”

I look over my shoulder. “Promises, promises,” I say, before shutting the bathroom door.

Try as I might, I can’t convince Hunter to skip the star gazing portion of the evening. His hand inched up my thigh all through dinner. Higher and higher until his fingertips grazed my mound, and then he’d remove it to take a sip of the one glass of wine he nursed all dinner before starting the path again at my knee. My underwear would be soaked—if I were wearing any. Thank God for light, patterned fabric.

Hunter leads me to the railing at the far end of the deck, bracketing me with his arms. His front presses in against my back. “Five minutes,” he says into my ear, and I let out a frustrated breath, knowing I’m not going to win my quest to shorten this part of the evening. We stand there for a moment as our eyes adjust to the lower light on this part of the ship. The nexttime I look up, there are stars everywhere. So many stars, like I’ve never seen before.

I must make a noise, because Hunter runs his nose down the back of my ear before saying, “Told you.” He retreats into silence as we stand there, taking in the expanse of the sky afforded by pitch darkness out at sea.

“Five minutes is up,” he says after what could have been thirty seconds or two hours.

“Maybe five more.” A breeze brushes across the deck and I shiver. Hunter gathers me closer and rests his chin on top of my head. For a moment, we’re the only two people on the planet and I’m glad he’s the only other one. I’ll have to remember to tell him later I’m glad he didn’t let me skip this.

The breeze picks up and cuts right through my thin dress. Hunter’s heat is doing its best to fight it, but my shivering picks up.

“C’mon. We can come back up tomorrow night. We’ll bring more layers.” He holds out his hand and laces our fingers together as we walk to the cabin.

Given my eagerness to skip to this part of the evening earlier, I’m surprised to find my stomach full of butterflies as we make our way down the final hallway before it’s just the two of us. Behind a closed door. With every intention of having sex.

Once we’re in our closet of a room, the butterflies have had babies and multiplied. Hunter flashes me a knowing smile. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arms. I walk right into them. Inhaling his cedar scent, his arms wrap around me, the kiss he presses to the top of my head, every worry I had calms. This is Hunter, the one who made me come alive in the bedroom in a way no one ever has. And we didn’t even know each other then.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell me there’s no pressure. I cover his lips with my hand, cutting him off, before pulling his head down, replacing my hand with my lips. My tongue traces the seam of his mouth, asking for entry as my hands clutch at his broad, strong shoulders.

He groans as he opens for me, his hands moving down to my ass, pulling me as tightly to him as he can with my pregnant belly between us. His fingers curve, cupping a cheek in each hand as our mouths move against each other, tongues dancing.

“Where’s your underwear, baby?” He mutters against my lips.

“Looks like I left it in the suitcase,” I say, speaking the words against his skin, kissing my way down his neck.

He growls, pulling my dress up my legs until he can slip his hands under fabric. One circles back to resume its grip on my ass, while the other seeks my center. I widen my legs slightly to let his fingers slide through where I’m slick, inviting him in.

With his mouth on my ear, he says, “All this wetness, one layer away all night. It’s a good thing I didn’t know, or I may have dropped under the tablecloth and had you for dinner.” His fingers sweep across my clit, once, twice before he brings his hand from under my dress. Leaning back, he brings his fingers to his lips and tastes me on it. “Even sweeter than I remember.”

A shudder racks through my body and I step back before I get too lost in the moment. His hands follow, reaching for me, but he lets me take my space.

“Hold that thought. I’m going to go freshen up and slip into something more comfortable.” I snag a black bundle from my bag and walk to the bathroom, taking a peek over my shoulder. Hunter looks wrecked, his lips swollen and red, hair standing up from my hands running through it.

“As long as you promise not to add any underwear,” he says as I reach the door to the bathroom.

“As long as I come out here to find you in only your underwear, you’ve got yourself a deal.” Hunter’s fingers immediately start working on the buttons on his shirt.

Alone in the bathroom, I catch myself in the mirror, my lips as well used as Hunter’s, with a hint of red on my cheeks from his stubble. The anxious woman from before is long gone.

After I freshen up, I slip the long dress over my head and replace it with a sheer black nighty. It’s no green lace bodysuit,but the silkiness of the fabric lights up my nerve endings. Deciding there’s no reason to hide how bad I want it. I rush out to the bedroom. The sight of Hunter stops me short. Lying on the bed, he did as I asked and removed all his clothes except for his boxer briefs. What I didn’t expect was for him to pull his cock out above the waist band, leisurely stroking it up and down while waiting for me.

“Starting without me?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, his eyes roving over my body, taking in the way the fabric skims the top of my thighs and the sheer fabric allows the rose color of my nipples to show through. “Fuck, Michelle. You look . . . Well, your tits?—”

“Look insane, right?” I cut him off, both of us grinning at the echo from our night together in March. Little did we know they’d look even more insane thanks to a little Cumulus growing inside me.

“Get over here so I can taste them,” he says, his voice pulling me to him like a magnet. I climb up on the bed and straddle his lap. His cock lays forgotten against his stomach, still above the waistband of his briefs. We both hiss as my bare skin meets the hard thickness. Hunter digs his hands into my hips, pulling them back slightly as he bends to take one of my nipples into his mouth. The stinging bite, following by soothing licks, sends a bolt of heat to my pussy, and my hips rock up on their own, seeking friction. My clit glides along his cock, and I groan as I continue to rock back and forth, overwhelmed by the sensation at my breasts and the bundle of nerves at my core.

Another groan vibrates from Hunter’s chest, this one vibrating against the nipple he’s tending through the fabric. His hands help guide me along his cock before squeezing tight and holding me still. His eyes clamp shut, and he breathes deep, searching for his control. When they open, they find mine immediately, and my breath catches at the hunger I see in them.

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