Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)

“I don’t want to either, but I’m not keen on the boat captain watching. We’re not alone. “

“Oh shit! I forgot.” I scramble off him and fix my dress.

Heat creeps up my cheeks, and I turn back slightly, looking for the old man that was on the boat when we arrived.

“We’re not moving. He probably went downstairs to give us some privacy.”

“How embarrassing.”

He gets up and offers his hand to help me stand. Leading us to the railing, he positions me in front of him and rests his hands on my hips. We watch the sunset silently. The boat starts moving again.

“Devon,” Bryce whispers in my ear.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, babe. You’re fucking hot. My job, as your boyfriend, is to take care of you. I haven’t done a good job of that. I promise you, tonight, we’ll take care of your sexual frustration.”

Butterflies swarm in my stomach. Fucking finally.

If he doesn’t hurry and get us in the room, I’m going to scream. If I had my choice, we would have run back to the hotel from the marina, but Bryce decides to stroll leisurely, holding my hand as if we have all the time in the world. He obviously doesn’t know how ‘frustrated’ I am.

“Bryce, where’s your freaking key?” I whine as he looks through his wallet.

“In a hurry, baby girl?” He smirks.

Oh, now he wants to be a smartass? Two can play this game. I start to squirm and dance around. “Well, I have to use the restroom, so yeah, I’m in a hurry.” I lie and smile sweetly.

Darkness clouds his face, and he slips the key into the reader and then pushes the door open with force. I slide past him but don’t get more than a few feet when his hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me to him. Before I know what’s happening, he has me pressed up against the door, lifting me so my legs circle his waist. My hands clutch at his shirt, and when our eyes lock, my breath hitches. His gaze is full of pure lust.

“Bryce—” I groan.

“No, babe, no talking. I’ve been dreaming about touching you for longer than you can imagine. Feeling your body against mine, hearing you moan, watching you come. Kissing, licking, claiming every inch of your body. Teaching you how a real man can take care of you. I’m not going to make love to you tonight, but I am going to worship you.”

His hands grip my ass, and I push into him, silently begging for him to touch me. One hands slides against the silky material of my panties and pulls gently at the side. It snaps easily, and he does the same thing with the other side. The material falls to the floor between us, and I inhale deeply, a desperate need building from inside. I can’t remember a time my body craved anything as much as his touch.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“With fucking pleasure.”

His hand goes between my legs, and his fingers find my slick center easily. He uses one finger and glides it along the line of my seam, barely inserting. My core coils with anticipation, waiting for him to slip it inside.

“So wet. Is this for me, Devon?”

“Yes, only you.”

He slides one finger in followed by another, and I moan, throwing my head back against the door. My hips thrust into his hand. He moves his thumb to my clit and rubs it in slow circles. My nipples strain against the fabric of my dress, aching to be touched. He leans into me, biting down on my neck and then kissing the sting away. Sensations start at the pit of my stomach, and I shamelessly purr.

He moves his finger expertly inside me, and when he hits my g-spot, I scream out. The orgasm erupts, and I clutch onto him, mumbling incoherently as the fiery explosion sends tingling through my veins.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” he says against my skin.

I drop my head forward in the crook of his neck and try to catch my breath. Air hits my bare ass, and I realize we’re moving. Bryce lays me down gently on the bed and moves down to take off my shoes. Finally, I open my eyes and watch him pull his shirt out of his jeans and kick off his own shoes.