“Please,” I gasp. “Enough teasing!”
Cian doesn’t listen. He continues to lick back and forth over my panties and just when my core is tight and my body is shining with light sweat ready to snap, he finally pulls my panties aside and presses his hot tongue against my wet folds. The heat is searing and the contact sends a pulse of pleasure through my entire body. One leg slips off the lounger and both my hands grip his thick hair.
He switches from long, flat licks of his tongue focusing on my inner lips, to pointed swipes of his tongue tense and firm over my clit. Back and forth he works until I’m once again mindlessly close to orgasm and writhing on the lounger.
Once again, he pulls back and leaves me gasping while trailing kisses down my inner thigh. He teases me like it’s some kind of divine punishment and none of my whimpers, whines or begs are enough to grant me what I’m aching for, what my core throbs for.
Cian doesn’t let me come until his cock is deep inside me, pounding into me with the rocking of the ship and our gazes locked together.
27
CIAN
“I’mdying!” Egyptian heat is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
It’s like being smothered in a blanket and standing over an open fire with the heat blazing directly onto your face and there’s no reprieve. No amount of fanning or gasping is enough to break the sweltering warmth and even standing still at the port is enough to drench me in sweat.
“You’re really not built for warmth, are you?” Faina squints at me over the top of her sunglasses.
“This isn’t warmth,” I gasp, flapping a paper flyer in my face to try and get cool. “This is like being inside a fucking furnace with the door closed.”
“Poor baby,” Faina mocks softly. “You’ll be a burnt little crisp by the time we track down Hawk.”
“Oh, don’t. Thinking about him makes my blood boil and then I’m set to melt even more.”
“Here.” Faina takes my hand and guides me under the shade offered by an overhang near the port entrance. “You stay here and I’ll go get what we need.”
“You think they’ll talk to you?” We arrived in Egypt last night and after some rest, we immediately started tracking down the Serenity. A quick search revealed it’s not docked anywhere nearby, but Egypt is a massive country so hopefully, port records will be able to help us.
“I can make anyone talk to me.” Her hips cocks slightly, causing her skirt to shimmy around her legs. She presses a sweet kiss to my burning cheek and heads inside. I keep most of my attention on her while the rest is split to the other people milling around the port.
There are your typical tourists with their phones glued to their hands taking a hundred pictures or using a selfie-stick to vlog their trip. Then there are the tourists who have an entourage running after them while displaying their arrogance and wealth through how they treat people. Some camels are stationed nearby looking rather out of place next to the string of cars taking people away from the port. They’re very clearly just there for the tourists and one woman in particular gets extremely excited to see them.
Then there are the locals who wear a tired look, one born from understanding the tourist season and hating it all at the same time. I understand that look. Despite my heritage, I feel like anyone back home in Ireland looks at me the same way.
Just a tourist.
Faina weaves her way through the grounds with her head held high and her body swaying back and forth with enough allureto make my mouth water—well, if I had any moisture left in my body. Her long pink skirt wafts about her legs as she walks, but as she gets closer to the port booth, she scoops up one side of her skirt and tucks the fabric into her waistband, exposing one long, tanned leg. That coupled with her short halter top makes her look hot enough to take my breath away.
Suddenly, I’m not okay with this plan. She wants to flirt her way into the information. I bet I could get the same results by threatening him. Sadly, there are too many people around for my plan.
The warmth stifles my breathing while I watch Faina and focus on the music rising from nearby stalls and restaurants. It’s catchy enough that I end up tapping my foot and bobbing my head while I glance around, scanning to see if anyone else is as interested in Faina as I am. If Hawk has left anyone here, then I need to make sure I get them before they get her.
Faina reaches the booth and immediately tosses her head so all her hair drapes over one shoulder. Then she leans against the counter and rests on one elbow. I’m too far away to make out anything she’s saying but the guy behind the counter is immediately enthralled by her. His dark brows lift slightly and dark crimson spreads across his tawny skin. Faina slowly takes off her sunglasses and lets them dangle from one finger, then she cocks her hips far to one side and stretches out her bare, exposed leg.
I can hear her laughter from here. It’s sweet and sultry all at the same time. Jealousy rises inside me like the roar of a lion. We talked for hours on the yacht about everything to do with Interpol and eventually, I apologized because my gut reaction to the cops overruled everything else. I came to understand why she never told me about that part of her past and a lingeringfoolishness sits in my chest as I mull over our conversation. I told her she was giving me a new lease on life while shaming her in the same breath.
Not the best action as her partner.
One thing’s for sure, though. If we’re to find Hawk, we need to do it together. Everything else can be sorted out later.
Faina reaches out and touches the arm of the port attendant while tension snaps down my spine and I fight the urge to go over there. I trust her, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting the entire world to know that she’s mine. Casting my eye back to the crowd, no one stands out. There’s no one shady enough to catch my attention and no one seems to be watching either one of us. Still, it’s not wise to linger here for too long.
Just as I get restless, pulling at my shirt to try and prevent the fabric from clinging to my sweaty back, Faina finally stands up and blows a kiss to the port attendant. Then she puts her sunglasses back on and wanders away from him. He stares after her like a lovesick puppy until the next person steps up to talk to him, but even then he peers past them to watch Faina until she ducks out of his sight and joins me outside.
“Still alive?” she smirks at me and my heart jumps.
“Barely. I’m a charred version of my former self.”
