passed, she smiled up at him and signed the same. “I love you, too.”
“I’m not just saying it because I want you to help me finish this.” He gestured to the tablet. “I’m saying it because I mean it.”
“I know.” She rose on tiptoes and reached for his shoulder, tugging him down to meet her. He leaned down willingly, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss. She let him have it, but pushed him away to end it before he was ready. She poked him in the chest to make her point before she said, “If we’re going to war against the Splinters, you’re taking me to the Eros Deck first.”
The Eros Deck was the ship’s erotic playground, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend their time than visiting it together every single night until they reached their destination. Cupping the back of her head, he nuzzled their noses together and kissed her tenderly. “Deal.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Maisie stared at her reflection and adjusted her new wig. The silky cerulean strands were styled in a sharp, angular bob that accentuated her cheekbones and eyes. Terror had asked for permission to dress her tonight, and she had enthusiastically agreed. His selections from the ship’s clothing boutique didn’t disappoint.
She stepped back for a better look at the black dress she wore. It was scandalously short, barely covering her bottom, and had a deep V neck that dipped almost to her navel. Not wearing panties or a bra left her feeling both vulnerable and excited.
Terror appeared behind her in the mirror’s reflection. He looked her up and down and then possessively grabbed her hips. He buried his face along the curve of her neck, kissing and nipping and licking while his hand moved under her dress to cup her mound. She panted and shuddered when his fingers stroked between her labia, finding her clitoris and circling it with teasingly slow strokes. Their gazes clashed in the mirror, and she could see that he wasn’t going to let her climax.
Terror kissed her cheek and then turned her head so he could claim her mouth. He spun her around and boxed her in against the floor length mirror. She clutched at his sides, enjoying the feel of the soft black fabric of his new shirt. He had gone with a black ensemble that made him look somehow more intimidating and sexier at the same time.
Terror eased off the kiss and traced her mouth. “Remember what we talked about?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“You keep your mask on at all times. You don’t use sign language in public. One squeeze for yes.” He squeezed her hand. “Two for no. You don’t wander off without me.”
She could see the tension in his face. He clearly wanted her to have a good time tonight, but he was also concerned for her safety. There were so many what-ifs, and even with their masks and her wig, they wouldn’t be too hard to identify if someone was looking for them. Terror had gone through the passenger manifest four times, combing through the list to make sure no one he had ever met was onboard. It wasn’t likely. This cruise line operated outside of Alliance control and oversight.
She stroked his jaw. “I promise. I’ll behave.”
“I know you will.” He seemed apologetic for reminding her of the rules yet again. He reached into his pocket and withdrew an azure lace mask. He carefully draped it across her face and tied it in place. She turned back to the mirror to admire it. Behind her, he put on his own mask that had a black mesh pattern that obscured his missing eye. Standing close, his hands on her shoulders, they looked amazing together.
Terror kissed her right cheek and then the left before taking her hand and leading her out of their room. They made their way to the elevator and stepped into an empty car. As it descended, it began to fill up with couples dressed in similar outfits and masks. She noticed the way the men and women stepping into the elevator looked at her with obvious interest. Her confidence increased, and she no longer worried that she would look ridiculous at Terror’s side.
Trembling with excitement, she clung to Terror’s hand as they exited the elevator and joined the crowd moving toward the entrance of the Eros Club. There were signs on either side and above the door warning that guests were responsible for their own safety and the cruise line held zero liability