Page 100 of Unrequited (Unrequited 1)

“I’m going to make you come now, baby girl.”

He did. Oh god, he did. With his hand between my legs, his fingers moved over me where I needed him to be. He didn’t play around or tease. His aim was my pleasure, and with his hot breath on my shoulder, he brought it to me. Heat flooded every inch of me, pulsing out from my center. It took all my concentration not to cry out and bring down the roof. I smothered my cries in my pillow, at the same time wishing I could yell and grunt and show Santiago just how damn good he made me feel.

When my cries subsided, he continued his slow,slowrocking into me. He was in no hurry to come, to end our physical connection. I found I wanted more than just his body wrapped around my back. His face was what I wanted—desperately needed.

What we were doing felt like something more than just a secret coupling in the bunks. It almost felt like lovemaking. That wasn’t to say I thought Santiago was in love with me or I with him, but Icouldlove him, and this might have been the beginning, or possibly the middle.

“I want to see you,” I said.

He kissed my shoulder. Kissed and bit it, then kissed it again before pulling out and shifting so I could lie on my back as he settled between my legs. Without hesitation, he plunged back into me, and we released twin exhales of relief.

Santiago was stoic, restrained. He watched me, traced his eyes over my face, but I couldn’t read him.

“Maeve,” he breathed, cupping the top of my head with both hands.

His chest was pressed against mine, sweaty skin to sweaty skin. There wasn’t much room to maneuver, but being close like this was exactly what I wanted.

“This feels like more.” My fingers glided up the taut muscles of his shoulders and sank into his thick hair at the base of his head. He needed a haircut, and I liked that. I liked that one thing about this man, who was otherwise so orderly and neat, was just a little bit off.

“It is. It’s more.” His damp brow drew together in concentration, eyelids lowering, but not all the way.

He stayed inside me for a long time, making me come again and again until I was raw, and he must’ve been too. When I told him I couldn’t take anymore, he nodded, and a wildness broke free from behind his eyes. He drew my legs up to my chest and plunged into me so hard and deep, I had to bite my lip until it bled to hold in my moans of both pleasure and pain. Santiago came inside me while he held my face in his hands, causing my heart to squeeze and twist in a way that made me lightheaded.

Before he left me to return to his bunk, he kissed my temple and eyelids and helped me pull my shirt back on. My leggings were impossible, so I left them by my feet.

He hopped down from my bunk and leaned in to kiss me again.

And again.

And again.

I nearly pulled him back in with me, but I didn’t think either of us were ready to explain what we were doing to Mo and Murray. Not until we figured that out for ourselves.

“Go to sleep. I’m so sore, I can’t take you again, but I will if you don’t stop kissin’ me.” The words were barely audible, but his smile told me he heard them.

Pulling back, he tapped my nose, his smile drifting away for something more serious—more Santiago. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.

“Goodnight, beautiful Maeve.”

He’d been about to say something else, but whatever it was had drifted away with his smile.

“Goodnight, lovely Santiago.”

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