…him. She loved him. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Her breath caught as his finger brushed her clit. He teased her entrance, the tips of his finger moving in, then slipping out in a torturous dance.
His phone rang again.
He cursed, gave her one last rub, and stepped back. “I’d better answer it. Get your ass on the bed because I’m not through with you. Don’t touch yourself until I’m done with my call.”
She was already dripping from the love they’d just made and now his words were making her wetter.
He went to his discarded jacket on the floor, from which the phone was still ringing. She walked towards the bed, stumbling a little because her legs were still weak.
He slapped her ass as she walked past. She shot him a dirty look, but she did like the way her skin tingled. He knew it, too, by the way he smirked before he turned to the phone.
He scowled at the screen then answered. “Why are you bothering me?”
She smiled at his annoyed tone. He must be talking to one of his siblings, probably one of his brothers. She’d heard him on the phone with most of his siblings by now and there was a distinct way he spoke to his brothers versus his sisters.
He saw her standing and gestured to the sheets, mouthing the words ‘ass on the bed’.
Well.
She’d get her ‘ass on the bed’, all right, but she’d have some fun doing it. She seductively slid onto the bed in a crawl, giving him a docile kitten smile over her shoulder as she did. Then she made one seductive pose after another as if she were in some kind of intimate photo shoot and he was the photographer. She didn’t touch herself, not in that way, but she did slide her fingers over her skin.
His mouth was tight, but his cock was getting harder. “I’m in Australia… What? Why are you here, too?”
Both she and Ethan were here for work. His ship was docked off the coast for a few days of rotating R&R—rest and relaxation—for everyone onboard. She just happened to be filming part of her new movie in New Zealand—a new fantasy epic in which she would play a kickass fae queen—and they’d arranged to meet during the few days he had off which miraculously coincided with a few days she wasn’t shooting. She had no idea why any of his siblings would be here, however; she hadn’t heard of any royal visits to the region. Then again, the only royal whose news she paid attention to was his.
To distract him from his call some more, she rolled onto her front and slid her ass in the air again, this time wiggling it in his direction.
His hand reached out to her as if he was going to slap it again, but he couldn’t, not while he was on the phone and someone might overhear, something they both knew.
She gave him a smug smile. He gave her a ‘your ass is going to get it when I’m off the phone’ look in return.
His mouth suddenly fell open and fury filled his face. He turned away from her and dragged a hand through his already tousled hair. “Are you out of your fucking mind? You and Charlie have lost it. There’s no way—”
He must be talking to Nate. She stopped posing and situated herself simply on the bed, propping her head on her hand while she watched him and overheard his half of the conversation.
“Yes, I suppose I’m still authorized, but do you realize what you’re asking me to do?… You know what’s going to happen when Mama and Papa find out?… Exactly! And I’ll get killed right along with you. No, thank you.”
He sighed long and low. “Are you sure, Nate? I mean absolutely fucking sure?”
A long pause. “All right. I hear you. You need to know that I can’t just do this without the Chief Admiral knowing and giving me the authority to do it on the ship… No, I don’t know, but I trust him with my life, so maybe you should trust him with your secret… It matters if you want this to mean something and be real. If this isn’t real, if it’s just some gesture—”
Another pause. “Okay. If you’re really sure?… Oh, fuck it all to hell, I’ll do it. Christ. How did I become this person in our family?”
He muttered some more, then practically shouted. “I don’t know when! I have to check with the Admiral and then I’ll get back to you. He’s still onboard… Where am I? I’m taking my well-earned three days of R and R which you are interrupting and cutting short with your harebrained schemes.”
He glanced at her on the bed, longing and a sort of sadness in his eyes. “Damn right I’m upset, but I’m also really fucking happy for you two. If this comes back to bite me in the ass, though, I am taking both of you down with me.”
He hung up, then tossed the phone on a side table where it clattered slightly. She watched it but she should have been watching him because he was on her barely a moment later.
His arms wound around her and she did the same in return. It was just a hug laying down, but she sensed he needed it, so she didn’t say a word or ask the hundred questions floating through her mind. She simply stayed tangled up with him, and gently combed her fingers through his hair until he was ready to speak.
“I have to go.”
Her words weren’t angry or disappointed or anything but understanding. “I know. Will you have any time to see me after you’re done helping your brother?”
“Not much, but I’ll make time. We barely had an hour together. It’s not enough.”
