“Alex.” She whimpered and rolled her hips, trying to get him to resume his movements. “I had your tequila. That’s it.” When he still didn’t move, she huffed out a sigh. “I promise, okay? Please just don’t stop.”
Maybe he should question her more, but she was a grown ass woman and she wasn’t showing any signs of being intoxicated. Not like she had this morning. He had to trust her. Fuck, he had to trust himself when it came to this. He shifted to nip her ear and started finger fucking her again. “You dirty girl. You knew you were going to seek me out, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she breathed.
“No maybe about it.” He twisted his wrist, seeking the spot that would send her hurtling over the edge. “Did you spend all dinner debating with yourself about whether you should find me?” Her body shook and he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her steady. “Have you been aching and empty, needing my cock?”
She buried her face in his neck and clung to him, but that wasn’t good enough. He wanted to hear her say it. He needed to hear her say it. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Kendall.”
“Oh god.” She whimpered again, and then her mouth was on his neck, trailing kisses up to his jaw. “Yes, okay? It’s only been a couple hours and I can’t stop thinking about the way you touched me. I feel like I’m drugged. I can’t get enough. I want more, Alex. I want you to make me come right here, and then I want you to take me somewhere and…” Her breath hitched. “I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad, I can’t think of anything else.”
Fuck.
He closed his eyes, but that only made what remained of his control waver. If he wasn’t careful, he’d haul her up to straddle him and then he’d be inside her right here and—No. She hadn’t signed on for that and he wouldn’t even be considering it if he wasn’t so crazed right now. They had to get out of here, and they had to do it now. He stopped teasing her and picked up his pace. “I won’t leave you wanting, Kendall. You’ll get everything you need and more.”
She kissed him as she came, her body riding his fingers in a way he wished he could lean back to watch. He didn’t know Kendall. Not really. It seemed beyond comprehension that this woman embracing her orgasm with such enthusiasm was the same one who claimed to never make waves, to never live.
Something surged in his chest, but he fought it down. It didn’t matter that he liked her. She wasn’t for keeping. Fuck, Alex wasn’t for keeping. The people in his life had proven that time and time again. He loved. They left. End of story. The only true consistent was the bar, and only because its foundations kept it in place in a way people lacked. Even Pop walked, though the old man more than earned his freedom from Alex after all those rough years.
No, he would give Kendall what she asked for. What she needed. He’d make sure it was good for her, that she didn’t have any regrets when this was all over.
Can I manage that in a single night?
He pushed the thought away. No use thinking about leaving tomorrow when he had her in his arms right now. Alex shifted her leg down and smoothed her dress. A quick glance around showed no one paying them any attention. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Let’s go back to my cabin.”
“But… the storage closet.”
He gave a strained laugh. “Kendall, the things I want to do to you need a bed and a few hours at least.” He nudged her back so he could stand. His cockstand wasn’t going away anytime soon, but he adjusted himself so he could walk without too much agony. “Let’s go.” He took her hand and towed her after him.
He needed to be inside her, and he needed it now.
* * *
Kendall had absolutely no reason to be frustrated. She’d just come in the most decadent, wicked way possible—from Alex’s hand in the middle of an increasingly crowded bar. He had every intention of having sex with her tonight. Sex that took hours. She should be floating on cloud nine.
Except…
They reached the elevators and she grabbed Alex’s wrist before he could punch in his floor. Instead, Kendall pushed the button to take them to the deck. He watched her in that careful way he had sometimes, where he looked like he was trying to read her thoughts. “Did you change your mind?”
“No.” Part of her wished she could blame her boldness on alcohol like she had this morning, but Kendall had no such safety net right now. The half shot of tequila had been all placebo effect. She stepped into him, her chest to his. “We don’t have to find a storage closet. I’m not even sure they have them on this ship. I mean, I’m sure they do, but—”