Page 67 of Light the Fire

CHAPTER TWELVE

Haina

Jorik and I stayed steering the ship for several more hours, talking quietly but mostly just kissing and being together. I really loved the feeling of a slippery tongue sliding against mine and teeth scraping across my neck, so I asked for a lot of those kinds of things—all of which he was more than happy to do.

I was too lost in Jorik’s warm, solid embrace to even register the increased heart rate down below until it was too late and Captain Sunshine Grumpy Penis himself poked his rumpled hair and tired eyes out the door from the cabin. “Shift change,” he murmured, climbing the rest of the way out, vaguely taking in the way Jorik and I were huddled together intimately at the steering wheel.

He shot me a look that could melt steel, but I just returned said look for a moment, then rolled my eyes and pried myself out of Jorik’s warm arms, wrapping my own arms around myself when the breeze hit me.

I didn’t bother to say anything to Zane. I just climbed down the ladder, used the bathroom, then crawled into bed next to Rix. Jorik joined me a moment later, curling up behind me and tucking me tight up against the front of his body. “Angel,” he warned, his smoky voice making me shiver, but in the best possible way. “Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?”

I wiggled my butt against his front and couldfeelwhat I was doing to him.

I bit my lip and tried to temper my smile, but it was impossible.

Today with Rix at the stream had unlocked the cage to a beast. A pleasure-seeking, intimacy-craving beast. And I had no desire to see her locked up ever again.

“No, what?” I asked innocently, craning my neck over my shoulder to see him.

A wicked and intriguing glint shone in those deep forest-green eyes of his. “Making itveryhard for me to sleep.”

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep,” I said, reaching behind me to run my hand over his hardening cock. “Maybe I want to do more of what Rix and I did today … but with you.”

Jorik groaned. “You’re not sore from earlier today? Itwasyour first time. It can be painful.”

My heart clenched at his concern and care for me. I shook my head. “I heal quickly, remember? Any soreness is long gone. And yeah, it wasa littlepainful AT FIRST, but that didn’t last long. I have averyhigh pain tolerance. Rix made sure I was okay.”

“Did you come the first time?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Wow. Not many women do. It can be painful the first time, especially if you’re not warmed up or are too tense.”

I grinned wide. “I wasverywarmed up and not tense at all. I’m warmed up now, too, and so”—I wiggled against him again—“completely relaxed.”

Jorik groaned and tugged me tighter against him, bucking into my butt. “Angel…”

We kept our voices low to a whisper so as to not wake up the man we were talking about. I stroked his cock outside of his pants but then quickly slid my hand beneath the waistband to where he was hot, hard and ready.

The tip of his cock was damp, and I used my thumb to swirl the liquid around the head, loving the way he moaned and lifted his hips, shoving his cock into my fist.

“I want it all,” I said to him. “Can you help me with that?”

“You know I can, Angel,” he said gruffly before yanking my pants down to my knees, then tossing them clean off me and to the floor. He did the same with his own pants, and hitched my leg up and back over his hip, opening my center for him from behind.

His fingers found me first, dipping into my wet heat and swirling that arousal around my pulsing clit. It felt like the nub had a heartbeat of its very own.

I sucked in a breath and pushed my backside against him, grinding my butt into his cock and loving the growl that rumbled through him. “Angel,” he warned, though there was a thread of playfulness to his tone that brought a smile to my face and had me doing it again.

He pushed one finger and then another into my core and pumped, groaning when I started bucking into his hand, encouraging him to go deeper. His fingers were bigger than Rix’s and the way my body stretched to accommodate him was exquisite.

“Fuck, baby, you aretight.”

Was that a good thing?

His thumb wiggled against my clit, and I could feel the pressure building inside me and the heat blooming in my lower belly.

But I wanted more.

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