And it's killing me.
Everything about her is killing me. The way she smiles at Damon, her playfulness with Keeran, and I've caught her laughing and chatting with Aidan in the crew mess. Jealousy threatens to overtake me and I'm not one to get jealous.
What is it about this girl?
One fucking moment of weakness and a lifetime of torture. At least that's what it feels like after learning how she tastes and knowing it can never happen again.
I watch while she packs a supply bag for the Oliviers with anything they could need while away. We anchored outside of Nassau last night and today they head ashore with Aidan, who Garrett appointed for Bosun. It's a solid choice and who I would have gone with.
Her eyebrows furrow as she checks and double-checks the items in the bag leaving little wrinkles on her brow. It's so fucking cute that I want to kiss those little wrinkles one by one until they fade away.
"Everything okay there, love?" Damon's voice is teasing and full of amusement. The kind I wish I had with her.
She's so caught up in her task that I can see the moment she registers that someone’s talking to her. Those blue eyes shoot up in confusion. "Huh?"
Damon chuckles as he bends to rummage through the cabinets. "You looked like you were having a hard time. Would you like some help, beautiful?"
"Um, I think I have it now. Thanks, cheffy." She puckers those lips that I can't forget the feel of at him and makes a smooching noise. "You know I love ya."
Jealousy flows through me at their exchange, and I can't take it anymore. I finish scrubbing my coffee mug in the sink and set it down to dry too hard to go unnoticed. The mug clinks loudly against the stainless steel counter and their eyes shoot to me.
So much for my control.
"You alright, Captain?" Damon’s voice is the last thing I want to hear right now. Part of me wants to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze, but it’s not his fault. He can talk to her freely. He can flirt and tease her without anyone thinking twice. He gets to have a relationship with her while I'm stuck with memories of her touch.
Finishing drying my hands with a paper towel, I nod. "An accident."
Hannah's gaze catches mine and we stare at each other for a moment. The last time our eyes met was in my room with her in my arms. Her breath on my skin.
Again, her eyebrows furrow, and this time her face isn't one of concentration, but of concern. Maybe she's feeling the same things I am.
I guess I'll never know.
I can feel her eyes on my back as I walk past her and up the stairs to the bridge. Every fiber of my being wants to turn and look at her beautiful face, but I force myself not to.
When I reach the top of the steps, Garrett’s sitting in the bridge staring over the glistening water. It's easy to see how dedicated he is to his job. The man is constantly working, possibly even more than I do.
Silently, I sit in the booth that backs against my cabin wall and pull out the course navigations. The Oliviers made specific requests and I've got to finalize our course.
After several minutes of the two of us working in silence, Hannah's voice breaks over the radio. "Garrett, the Oliviers are ready for departure." Since Aidan is traveling with them, Garrett will be the one driving the tender to drop them off.
"Copy." With a sigh, Garrett pushes himself out of the chair and leaves.
My mind settles into the routine and order of maps, mentally outlining our route when the faint sound of steps coming up the stairs pulls my focus.
Hannah comes to a stop in front of me and the breath is knocked from my lungs. The sun is shining through the bay of windows backlighting the gorgeous woman in front of me. Her eyes are wide and nervously dart around the room before settling on me.
"Can I talk to you?" Her fists clench at her sides, making my cock hard.
"Sure," I say, closing the work in front of me and giving her all my attention.
She glances around the room while biting her lip. "Not here," she whispers.
So not a work-related conversation then.
Shivers of anticipation travel down my spine. We've both been dodging each other since that mistake, and I had hoped it wouldn't be brought up again.
Hell, even I know that's a damned lie. Every night I've gone to sleep with the feel of her lips in my mind and my hand on my cock.
