I leaned into him, kissing him hard and deep, sucking on his tongue to taste the honey essence while I worked him with my hand.
“Since we don’t have a beach or a bomb shelter handy,” I gritted out sometime later, “maybe you need to tell me a little bit more about this captain’s chair fantasy so we can make that happen.”
Jay’s eyes popped open, glassy and unfocused. “Wait, for real? Now? Here?”
“Where else but here in our very own pleasure emporium?”
“Are you sure?”
I attempted to look severe instead of severely aroused. “Was questioning me part of the script? Are you getting off on it?”
Jay’s laugh turned into a groan, and he stilled my hand. “There was no questioning anything. For either of us. And no script either.Thatwas the fantasy.”
I was so on board with that.
“Tell me where you want me… Captain.”
“Fuck.” Jay grabbed the base of his cock and rolled off the bed. He stared down at me assessingly, pinching his lip between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re wearing way too many clothes, sailor.”
I bit my lip and stood up also, shucking my clothes. My poor cock was so relieved, it bobbed against my stomach.
“Mother of God,” he breathed.
“He’s saluting you,” I told Jay solemnly.
Jay licked his lips as he drank me in, and I felt about ten feet tall. No one had ever looked at me that way.No one.
“Get over to the window,” he croaked.
I hesitated. The sun was close to setting, but it was still very much daylight, and I was very, very naked. We were on the second floor of the hotel, sure, but if anyone looked up…
My cock throbbed, clearly on board with the idea.
“You disobeying me already?”
I grinned. “No, sir.” I crossed the room to the window and threw open the curtains. Outside, there was a half-full parking lot and a stand of trees. To say I’d never done anything remotely like this was to understate the case greatly.
“What if someone sees you?” I demanded.
Jay came up behind me and smoothed his palm down my spine. His breathing was already rough, which cranked my excitement up exponentially. “The sun’s glinting off the windows. Probably.”
“Probably?”
“Well… Definitely too much for them to seeme.”
I shivered.
Jay leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Would you say this was more or less adventurous than the monster truck rally?”
There was no comparison, simply because it washim, and his satisfied tone said he knew it. Like maybe he felt the same about me.
“Not quite the Gulf of Mexico out there, but the fantasy was always more about who than where.” He fisted my hair in his hand and brought me in for a kiss, then whispered, “Bend over a little, babe. Palms on the glass.”
I complied quickly, squeezing my eyes in helpless arousal. When was the last time I’d let someone direct me like this, especially during sex?
Never. The answer was never. And it made me feel curiously vulnerable and so turned on I could scream.
Long seconds passed, and nothing happened. I knew Jay was right behind me—his honey scent surrounded me, and the heat of his gaze was nearly palpable—but if the man didn’t touch me soon, I was going to explode.
