“I know, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.” The endearment slipped out, but I didn’t regret it at all. Max was sweet—at least, he was to me.
His lips twitched. “You said fuck.”
“So you know I mean it. You’re fucking sexy.” He opened his mouth in what I was sure to be an argument, so I kept talking. “No, don’t say it. Every part of you is sexy, Max, even your stump.”
I stood up in front of him, put my hands on either side of his hips, and leaned in to capture his mouth in a scorching kiss, trying to show him with my mouth just how sexy I thought he was. Even just this much touch between us set my body aflame, and all I could think about was seeing and tasting more skin.
We were in a private room with a lock and little chance of discovery, and we needed to take full advantage of it while we could.
With that thought in mind, I kissed down his neck, pulled the collar of his shirt down, and sucked along his collarbone.And holy phoenix tails, I could actually take all his clothes off.A thrill shot through me at the thought of finally seeing Max completely naked.
Before we got to that, though, I needed him to see that I truly did find every single part of him sexy. So I knelt between his legs and worked on untying his pants, then pulled on them.
“Up.” I tapped Max’s hip, and he lifted so I could slip his pants and underwear off.
His half-hard cock twitched when I looked at it, so I gave it a kiss on the tip and winked at Max, making him gasp and grin. I sat back just a little so I could kiss the knee of his right leg, then trailed my lips up his inner thigh. He sucked in a shaky breath as I licked my way around his cock, not touching him where I knew he most wanted it.
I’d get to it, but I liked teasing him too much to dive right in. I wanted to savor him, lick every inch of skin I could until I knew what every part of him tasted like.
I kissed my way down his left thigh, and the closer I got to his stump, the tenser he became. Which wasn’t what I wanted at all, so I sat back on my heels and looked up at him.
“Am I hurting you?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“But you don’t like it.” It was more a statement than a question. “I’m sorry. I won’t—”
“It’s not that. It’s… it feels good. It’s just… I’m not used to anyone touching it. I thought… I guess I thought you’d avoid it altogether.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head. “Never.” He said it with such vehemence I could do nothing but believe him.
So I went back to kissing his leg, but when I saw how red and swollen it was, I picked up the jar of salve I’d left on the nightstand, opened it, and rubbed it into his skin as gently as I could while continuing to press kisses higher up on his thigh and right under the hem of his shirt.
To my utter delight, his cock grew harder with every touch, so I kept it up until I was sure his stump was taken care of and he was no longer focused on it at all.
I wiped the salve residue on my pants, then licked up the side of his cock, making him hiss. With a grin, I did it again before I licked a circle around his tip, then trailing my tongue down. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to keep licking him here or if I should finish getting him naked and taste another part of his skin.
After another minute spent working his cock, getting him naked won out because I really, really needed to see what Max had under that shirt of his. I reached for the hem, tugging it up and letting my lips follow its trail. When it reached his chin, Max peeled it the rest of the way off and threw it to the floor, then lay back on the bed in full display.
I leaned back again, taking my fill of the sexy man who was made of muscle. Good goddesses, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. His muscles were toned under his smooth, tan skin, and he had a little hair on his chest that I wanted to run my fingers through. He was lean, but so fucking strong in every sense of the word.
My fingertips grazed his skin, running up his abs, along his ribs, and into that furry chest I needed to nuzzle before the night was over.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, awe and want clear in my voice.
He let out a huff of laughter. “Not a word anyone’s ever used to describe me before.”
“Then they’ve clearly never seen you naked.”
He laughed again, shaking his head, then he tugged on my shirt. “How am I completely naked, and you’re still fully clothed?”
“Clearly, you’re slacking.”
With a snort, he pulled my shirt over my head and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He gestured to my boots. “Take those off and then get your pants off.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” I paused. “Well, first mate.”Who should be captain.
