Page 159 of Marks of Rebellion
A surge of optimism rises. "Maybe Axel, Dirk, and Ryker will be in Bermuda, too!"
Hunter shakes his head. "No. They won't be there."
"How do you know?"
"They wouldn't go without getting their targets to safety. None of them would. And Ryker...he definitely wouldn't go to Bermuda if Julieta was captured. Not after getting involved with her. But that's a moot point. I know each of those guys, and there's no way they would go to Bermuda unless they were with their target."
Silence.
"Do you think we'll be safe in Bermuda?" I ask.
He strokes the side of my head. "I do, but if we're not, then we'll go somewhere else."
"You'll just run all over the world with me?"
His lips turn up. "Yep. Where you go, I go."
My stomach growls.
"We should order some food." He puts his hand on my forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fever anymore."
I climb over his lap and face him. "How long will it take to get to Bermuda?"
"We have a week. There are several ports in the Caribbean."
"We don't have to get off, right?"
"No. We're not leaving this ship," he adamantly states.
"You probably are dying to leave this room."
"No. I'm fine."
"Maybe tomorrow we can take a walk and check the amenities out."
"If you're up to it, we can. But as long as you're here, I'll stay in this room the entire week if you want."
I kiss him, slowly at first, then with more intensity, wanting every morsel of him I can get.
His erection hardens, and he mumbles, "I should order you some dinner."
"It can wait. I want my appetizer first."
He palms my ass. "Am I your appetizer?"
"Mm-hmm. And my dessert, too. Get something lickable for dinner, and I'll make you my entree as well." I circle my sex on his hard cock.
His deep, throaty groan echoes in the room, and flutters take off in my stomach.
"I missed you so much."
"I missed you. Everything about you. But I don't want to hurt your recovery. You still need rest."
"No. I need you. You always breathe life into me." I kiss him deeper, gliding my tongue along his and shrugging the robe off my body.
His strong hands and arms circle me, and I feel the sense of safety I've only felt with him.
"Take your pants off." I tug at his shirt and pull it off him.
