Turned on.
“A sex dream,” he adds, as if that wasn’t obvious.
I swallow, feeling my whole body go hot and red.
Shit, shit, shit.
I am never going to live this down.
“And so you just sat there watching me?” I ask him, avoiding his eyes.
“Your moans woke me up,” he says in a murmur.
“And so you just sat there watching me?” I repeat. I risk a better glance at him. He’s on his side, head propped up on his elbow, as if he was just so casually watching me get myself off.
I mean, yeah…it’s hot. It’s fucking hot as hell.
But it’s also mortifying to have someone like him see me in such a vulnerable state, no matter how hot it seems.
“I turned on the light to wake you,” he says. “It worked.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Uh huh. And how long did you watch me for first?”
“Well, it was hard to see with it being so dark,” he says. “Also, you come pretty fast. Each time you came, I figured it was over and then you just started up again.”
I can’t EVEN.
I close my eyes, putting my forearm over them for good measure.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, and I know he’s mocking me. “You finally got to show me your tits. Definitely worth the wait.”
My arm flies off my face and I stare at him. “What the hell does that mean?”
His mouth curls slyly. “Don’t you remember the wedding? When you wanted to go skinny-dipping, you spent a good amount of effort trying to remove the top of your dress. Then you tried to take off my shirt, to no avail.”
I don’t think my face can burn any hotter. Even my chest feels like it’s on fire.
“Well then you should take your shirt off,” I whine. “Make things fair. Even things out.”
He bites his lip but makes no move to indulge me.
God, why does he have to be so hot?
“Fine. Fine, you saw me get off,” I grumble. “You happy now?”
“Very.”
I cock my brow, the words taking a moment to rest on my tongue before I spit them out. “Did it make you hard?”
Yeah. I said it.
A bold look flashes in his eyes, more intense than the darkest coffee. “What do you think?”
I think yes.
“Are you still hard?”
I don’t know where the hell I’m getting the gumption to ask him these questions, but fuck it. It’s only fair now.
The look in his eyes intensifies and I watch his throat as he swallows.
“Why don’t you find out,” he manages to say, his words measured.
Maybe he’s taunting me, maybe he’s serious.
But it doesn’t matter because before I know what I’m doing, I’m rolling over to my side closer to him and reaching down over his stomach to his crotch and…
Yeah.
I mean, that’s a very big yes.
A very big, hard, thick yes.
Hot and pulsing gently against my palm, even through his boxer briefs.
I shouldn’t be doing any of this to begin with, but I give him a hard squeeze, feeling every inch of him in my hand.
A soft moan falls from his lips, flooding the cabin, making me ache between my legs.
Oh, fuck…
I glance up at his face and he’s watching me through his dark lashes, his breath uneven, mouth open, and I want nothing more than to pull his cock out of his briefs and—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
The door to the cabin rattles.
Both our eyes widen in unison and I immediately snatch back my hand. It felt like it was God knocking on the door, telling me I’m making a big mistake.
“Yes?” Tai asks, his voice hoarse.
“Everything okay?” asks Richard from the other side of the door. “It’s three-thirty.”
“Shit,” Tai swears under his breath. “Uh, sorry about that. Must have overslept! Be right there.”
He quickly sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the berth, taking in a deep breath through his nose. “Sorry,” he says briskly. “My alarm went off, but I guess I didn’t hit snooze. I was…distracted.”
“I didn’t even bother with mine,” I tell him as he pulls his jeans on. I briefly get to admire the look of his ass in his boxer briefs. Just like his cock in the front, it’s spectacular.
“That’s your first mistake,” he tells me, and I can tell from his tone that he’s back in grump mode, and whatever sexy little escapade just happened between us is over. Maybe for good. “Don’t rely on other people.”
Then he heads out of the cabin.
I sigh, and slowly sit up. It’s tempting to go back to sleep, but I know that if I lie down again, I’ll never get back up, which means he’ll have a reason to be mad at me.
Yet I am in no hurry to go on night shift with him after what just happened.
But I don’t have much of a choice. It’s not like I can avoid him.