hear for as long as my memory serves. Words I also didn’t think I’d ever hear after Tinksley finally learned the complete truth.
Palms flashing up to her face in a single breath, I crash our mouths together, pouring everything I possess into this kiss. There’s nothing remotely soft or delicate about it. I don’t want it to be. I want it to be this; crazed, filled to the brim with scorching flames of passion that constantly burn between us. Nipping at her lips, I draw blood in my sudden frenzy to solidify her avowal, her essence blasting over my tongue, intensifying the urgency rushing through me.
And she’s not far behind, wicked tongue licking into my mouth around a deliciously aroused moan, desperate for a taste of her own. “I want to taste you,” she mumbles, fists tightening around my shirt, pulling me closer.
“Whatever you want. Take whatever you want, baby girl.” I’m serious, too. She could drain me of my lifesource right now for all I fucking care.
It’s not like I don’t deserve it.
Evidently, my blood is not what she wants this time around, her hand snaking between us, palming my length through my slacks. “Take it out for me, Captain.”
Eyes snapping open, I find her awaiting, lascivious stare pinned on me, bottom lip trapped seductively between her teeth.
The tips of her fangs hugging the soft flesh.
My cock’s already throbbing in anticipation, mind reeling back to that damned fantasy. This doesn’t feel right, though. After what transpired this morning, I should be the one worshipping her.
“Not tonight, baby girl. Let me make you feel good.”
“This will make me feel good. I need you to know that I meant everything I’ve said. The past is the past, Callan, and that’s where I intend to leave it once I deliver to Peter what he deserves. I belong to you now, in every way possible. Nothing is going to change that.” She holds my stare without falter.
How can I deny her?
She knows everything and she’s still here.
The truth will set you free. Tigerlily’s words, they finally hit me then. She was right from the start. Coming clean, though the right thing to do, is always a risk. A gamble.
But it sets you free. Gives you a fresh start with no holds barred, no secrets lying beneath the surface.
“You want it?” I question, heart thrashing as a horde of emotions filter through me at once. “You take it out.”
Tinksley grins and drops her gaze, making quick work of undoing my belt. Popping the button, slowly pulling down the zipper.
“Do you trust me?” The question leaves me on a hiss as she wraps that intent little hand around my shaft and works me rigid.
Tugging. Pumping. Thumb caressing the very tip.
“With my life,” she vows, continuing on in her feat to bring me to my knees.
Catching her wrist in my grip, I clasp her chin and sample her lips one last time. “Kneel for me.”
Not an ounce of hesitation follows. She sinks to the worn, wooden floorboards of the deck, tongue teasingly grazing the tip as she does so. “You’re going to have to help me. I’ve never done this before.”
I’m struck stupid for a moment, mentally revisiting that fantasy yet again. It’s almost exact, down to the act in question, the setting. And if she’s anything like she was then, she doesn’t need me to tell her what to do.
“You don’t need my help, baby, trust me. You’re a sexual being by nature. Now reach up, grab the spindles.”
Again she does as I ask, reaching for one of the wheel’s handles on either side of her head as she peers up at me through thick lashes.
Just the sight of her like this is enticing enough. Knowing I’m the first, though?
Pure-fucking-elation.
I’m ready to go, fingers raking into her hair, stroking myself leisurely. I won’t lie, I wish she were bared for me, but there’s no time for that. Not right now. One day, I’ll take her on every surface of this ship and she’ll be gloriously naked, screaming my name for all of Rosewood to hear.
“Whatever you do, don’t let go of those, understood?”
Wordlessly, she agrees, following the movement of my hand. The second I’m close enough, she wets me with her tongue, wraps her lips around me.
Gaze snapping up to meet my stare as she takes me in.
Fuck.
She’s ruined me for good. Between that look and knowing what lies beneath that dress, what her pussy feels like, how she tastes.