He moved under her and saw her blush again as she registered what she was sitting on. And then a gleam came into her eye. ‘Could we? Now?’
Ares nodded. ‘We need protection.’
She jumped up. ‘I’ll get it.’ She disappeared down into the cabin. The thought that he had debauched the future queen he was supposed to be protecting was not something he wanted to dwell on right now. When she came back, he said, ‘Take off your shorts.’
She did as Ares stood and pulled off his jeans and sat down again. He reached for her. ‘Straddle my lap.’
She did, the T-shirt riding up to the tops of her legs. Ares bit back a groan when she came into contact with his cock. He wouldn’t last long.
‘Are you sore?’
She shook her head. ‘Not too sore.’ She looked hungry. Ares pushed her hair over her shoulders and then cupped her face with his hands and kissed her, getting drunk on her sweetness and the way she opened up to him so trustingly.
She wrapped her arms around him and he let her face go to reach under the hem of his T-shirt—it had never looked as good on him—and found soft silky skin. The weight of her perfect breasts, those sharp nipples.
She gasped into his mouth as he rolled them, pinching gently. Then he pushed the T-shirt up, bunching it, and bent his head, to lavish each peak with his tongue and mouth, until Cassie was writhing against him.
He put his hand between them, finding where she was slick and swollen with need. It was all he could do to find the protection, rip it open and roll it onto himself so that he could say, ‘Rise up a little.’
She did, bracing her knees on the seat either side of his hips. Ares angled himself so he was nudging her entrance and then he said, ‘OK, come back down…’
‘Ahhhh.’ He let out a hiss of ecstasy as she slowly came down onto his body, encasing him in heat and silk and that exquisite grip of her inner muscles. He held her waist, guiding her movement. She looked at him as if concentrating on a very hard task. It made something move in his chest, so he kissed her again to push it away and focus on the physical.
Up and down she glided on his body and it was more exquisite than Ares had ever known. They fitted together. He could feel Cassie’s movements becoming more jerky, faster, as she chased her peak, and Ares held her hips as he thrust up and deep, once, twice…on the third time she splintered around him with a cry, her body convulsing around his, sending him flying.
The panic and the claustrophobia was gone, banished. Cassie collapsed into him, head buried in his neck. His arms went around her, holding her lightly trembling body in the aftermath.
Even when the tendrils of his dread did come back to him, as sanity and reality returned, it didn’t feel as acute. The sharp edges were softened.
A little later they were still at anchor in the sheltered cove where they’d come last night to avoid the storm, eating breakfast/brunch. The sun was up. It was a beautiful cerulean blue-sky day, no hint of the rain and wind from just hours ago.
Cassie had assured Ares a short while before that they would dock the boat as soon as she found the nearest spot for it. She wasn’t sure what would happen now, but she knew she couldn’t ask Ares to stay on the boat. And she didn’t want to continue this trip on a boat with anyone else. The thought was repugnant and she knew there was no way he’d agree to let her continue without security.
A little hesitantly she asked, ‘You’re not going to…leave me?’ She winced inwardly at how that sounded. Needy.
He looked at her. ‘Only if you’ve decided to return to Sadat?’
Cassie shook her head. For the first time since it had become apparent that she would be queen, she resented the constraints on her life. The fact that she had mere days before she’d have to return and start her life of duty.Without Ares.
And even though they’d just had the most…transformative night of her life, and delicious morning sex, she wasn’t sure where they were now. Ares was used to this. She wasn’t.
Hating herself for feeling so insecure, Cassie said, ‘What is this now…? What are we…?’
Ares took a sip of coffee and put the cup back on the small table. He looked at her. Thankfully he’d put on a T-shirt that Cassie had brought him. So he wasn’t too distracting.
He gestured between them with a finger.‘This?’
Cassie nodded, squirming. Ares was probably used to sophisticated lovers who didn’t need anything spelled out. Well, tough. She raised her chin. ‘Yes,this.’
Slowly he said, ‘We are two adults enjoying a moment of rare chemistry.’
She registered the wordmoment. ‘So this isn’t…usual?’
He shook his head. ‘No, Cass, it’s not.’
Something fizzed inside her. It wasn’t just her. ‘If I had found someone last night to sleep with…to be my first…’
A thunderous expression crossed Ares’s face and he reached for her from the other side of the table, pulling her into his lap. ‘I wasn’t going to let anyone else be the first to touch you.’
