With that, she immediately knew what to do with the cloth. Before I was done with my erotic promise, she stuffed a wad of the fabric into her mouth and dramatically bit down, giving me the all clear to go to town.
Thank. Fuck.
After a few more finger strokes to make sure she was perfectly primed, I shoved balls-deep into her welcoming heat. Her muffled whine was heaven. My soaring lust was paradise. It felt like I’d waited a lifetime to be inside this woman, even though we’d fucked that morning when we woke up. Ramping her up and then easing off, over and over, was as torturous for me as it was for her. By the time I finally felt her pussy caress my shaft with her unique, orgasmic pulses, my eyes were simultaneously crossing and rolling back in my head. I gave her more frenzied strokes. More grueling thrusts. At last, the dam broke. It was completely, amazingly, worth the wait. My load felt rocket-throttled up my shaft, until it burst out into the—
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
At once, I froze—not that my dick was paying any attention. It kept coming with NASA-detectable force, much to my shock, horror, and chagrin.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
How the fuck had this happened?
What the fuck was I thinking?
For the first time in my entire sexually active life, I’d forgotten to put on a condom.
How had Rio not even noticed? Or said anything? After one look, I had that answer. She was lost to the ongoing waves of her own climax, her shoulders still shaking and her ass still clenching.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I didn’t even know if she was on any other type of birth control. It wasn’t something we’d ever talked about because I used condoms like a religious man with rosary beads.
I hated having to pull out of her body but did so quickly. Nearly in the same motion, I picked her up off the sofa. We’d address this debacle in a few minutes when the high wore off. I’d worked the girl over pretty good, and she was now on her way to utter exhaustion.
I carried her back to our cabin, where I went straight into the bathroom. While I ran the water in the shower, Rio sat on the stool by the vanity. A bath would’ve been ideal, but the tub was smaller than usual, and at my height, there was no way we’d both fit. I really wanted to spoil her a little more, since my own stupidity had quashed the possibility of postcoital affection up on deck.
“I’m so tired, Grant. Can’t we just get into bed?” my girl whined.
“We will, I promise. I just want to clean you up first.” And use the time to recollect my frenzied thoughts. “Come on.” I tugged her toward the shower, despite how she dragged her feet. “In you go,” I said, holding the door to the shower stall open. As soon as she got over the shallow lip, I stepped in behind her.
Rio put her hand on the middle of my chest and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Seriously. I don’t think I can go another round.”
My body shook with my silent chuckle at her earnest version of rejection. “I’m not looking for another session under the shower spray, Blaze. I really just want to take care of you. Turn around and get your hair wet so I can wash it.”
For the next hour, I became Deluxe Spa Grant. I washed and conditioned her hair, loofahed every inch of her delicate skin, and lovingly patted her dry when we were through. She insisted her hair would air-dry quickly, so I just combed through the tangles before massaging lotion into the front and the back of her body.
“Do you want one of my T-shirts to sleep in?” I asked while grabbing one for myself.
“Yes, please,” she mumbled into the pillow but drifted off to sleep before I could even get the makeshift nightie on her.
I snorted with a quiet laugh. “And naked works too, baby,” I murmured, grabbing a chance to trace adoring fingers over the curves of her profile. While my physical touch was a testament to her outer beauty, its silent progression was proxy for the trumpets of my heart and chorus of my spirit. The music that confirmed my mind’s determined decision.
I was so fucking smitten with this female. And I didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer. Even when we got back to LA.
Finally, I forced myself to drag away and make the nightly rounds of the stateroom. I plugged her phone in to charge, brushed my teeth, turned on the small light in the bathroom we were using as a night light, and checked the door’s lock one last time before turning off the main light switch.
As soon as darkness enveloped the room, my own fatigue set in. Jesus, the woman had drained me—in all the best ways.
But just as I settled in, tucked my girl close, and finally shut my eyes, a rowdy commotion erupted on the deck above our cabin.
“What the fuck?” I kept it beneath my breath, not wanting to disturb the slumbering beauty at my side. But seriously, what the fuck? We’d been on the boat enough days and nights by then to recognize familiar sounds around us—and a herd of elephants taking a spin class above our bed was definitely not something that had happened before.
I listened, not moving, for at least another three minutes. The tromping feet intensified, joined by a lot of urgent, angry shouting.
What. The. Fuck?
Though I didn’t vocalize it this time, Rio sat up and rubbed her eyes. “What’s going on? It can’t be morning.”
“Go back to sleep, baby,” I soothed. “But do me a favor and put some clothes on in case something’s going on. I don’t like you naked if someone barges in here. It sounds like someone’s come aboard.”
“What? Aren’t we still really far away from land?”
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know for sure, though. There are a lot of small islands between here and the coast, but they’re uninhabitable.” I whispered it all, conscious that our conversation could likely be heard directly above.
“So, what the h—” Rio cut her own rasp short as new shouts erupted above. Whoever it was, was very angry. My experience with both our yacht crews, for the journey to Hawaii as well as this leg, had only been pleasant. The aggressive vibe from this overheard exchange did not line up with anything I had experienced.
Shit.
Something wasn’t right.
And damn it, I didn’t feel safe leaving Rio alone in the cabin to go investigate.
“For fuck’s sake, Blaze, I said get dressed like ten minutes ago. I’m serious,” I said tersely when I noticed she still hadn’t moved from the bed.
“I was trying to listen,” she retorted, pointed up toward the ceiling. “And I didn’t want to make noise.” She went to the dresser and yanked a pair of pajama bottoms from one of the drawers, and I crossed the room to her while she tugged them on.
Taking my T-shirt from her trembling fingers, I waited for her to look up at me. “Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you shaking?”
A shrug, fast but telling. “Tired, I guess.”
I narrowed my eyes and helped her slide into my shirt. We both knew that excuse was bullshit, but now wasn’t the time to get into it further. I bent low, kissed the tip of her nose, and then tugged her back to the bed.
“In you go, my love. Let’s worry about all the drama on deck when the sun rises. You wore me out, sex fiend.”
She giggled, and I was positive it was my favorite sound on the entire planet. My own smile started as a grin but kept spreading across my face like a run in a woman’s pantyhose. It went from one side to the other in no time, and there was no explanation of how it had happened.