Page 112 of Nowhere to Hide
I was about to start again when Locke appeared at the top of the stairs.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Coming upstairs.”
He thundered down the stairs barefoot wearing only a pair of board shorts. “You decided to do this for the first time while we’re going twenty knots?”
“Like that means anything to me.” I sighed and curled my arm around his shoulders.
“It means, you don’t have the balance for this on your maiden voyage.”
I snorted. “I was hungry.”
“Sorry. There’s an intercom, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.” He boosted me up, his hand on my ass. He smelled like sunscreen and the sea. His eyes swung to mine. “Tell me there’s a bathing suit under here.”
“Nope.”
“Fuck me.” He dug his fingers into the swell of my butt.
“I was trying last night, but someone wouldn’t let me.”
“Believe me, I wanted to.” He plastered me against his chest. His gaze tripped over the curve of my breasts showing with the brief triangles that barely covered me. “Jesus, Cilla.” His mouth was inches from mine.
“Like what you see?”
“Stupid question.”
I should be put off by his annoyed tone, but I liked grumpy Locke. So different from the slick boardroom types I was used to. He didn’t put on a happy face. In fact, his lips were tight with annoyance, and it made me want to kiss it out of him.
His muscles bunched and flexed as he hauled me up the stairs and set me against the counter.
I leaned back, pushing my chest out. His gaze hot on my tight nipples. The fabric had twisted a little on the carry and the swell of my breast was on full display.
He stopped in front of me, caging me against the kitchen island. Instead of pulling the triangle back in place, he tugged it over and lowered his mouth to bite the tip.
I licked my lips and arched my back to give him more access.
“I thought you were hungry,” he said between long pulls.
“Maybe I’m hungry for something else.” I went onto my toes as he let my nipple go with a pop.
He straightened, letting me feel the length of him hard against my belly. “Is that so?” He dragged the back of his knuckle over the distended tip again and again. I swallowed down a hiss of pleasure.
He’d taken over last night. I’d let myself get swept up in the moment. It was nice not to be in control for a little while.
But today was a new day.
I rubbed against him, then took his hand as I moved slowly to the couch. The wide window showed off nothing but sea as I sat down and looked up at him. I followed the whorls of hair that climbed from the waistband of his shorts with the tips of my fingers.
He stared down at me. “Cilla.”
The warning in his voice made my pussy clench. “Hang on,” I said sweetly.
He reached above to the cabinets over the couch where a railing was for the days when the sea was extra choppy. It pulled all the muscles in his chest and shoulders into delicious lines that dried my mouth.
