Page 71 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“I think they want to be alone,” Kenya says, her voice sing-song and teasing.

“No, we’ll come,” I say, quirking one brow in challenge. Hethought he could edge me? See how he likes being puton hold.

“Sure,” Naz agrees instantly, mocking me with a toast of hisGenoa.

When we get up to the deck, I’m glad we came. The wholegroup is up here, and the lights strung along the ship glow, casting a romanticspell over everyone. With the breeze whipping dresses and hair and coolingheated cheeks, we all line up at the rail and lean into the sea spray. Undermoonlight, we sip our drinks, weaving in and out of conversations with eachother and with our partners. It’s a perfect evening, but like Jada suggested,jet lag starts kicking in, and after an hour, I slump my back against Naz’swide chest, barely able to stand.

“You’re tired,” he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitiveskin at my throat.

“Maybe a little bit,” I sleep-slur, clutching the powerfulforearms wrapped around my waist.

“Hey, guys,” he calls to his friends—some still at the rail,some lying on the lounge chairs together by now. "This one’s exhausted andjet lagged. I’mma take her to her room.”

“See you tomorrow,” Iris says, standing and crossing over tous. “We’re so glad you’re here.”

“Yeah.” Lo walks up beside us, tugging Kenan behind her.“Next time, you come and leave Naz at home.”

“Whatever,” Naz says, shaking his head. “We out.”

We board the elevator to take us to the lower deck where ourcabins are located. I lean against one wall, and he leans against the other,watching me, unsmiling. My heart picks up speed at the intensity of his stare.When the elevator dings, signaling we’ve reached our floor, he pulls my pantiesout of his pocket and holds them up. “You have to answer for these.”

“What?”

“You think you can keep me hard all night without some formof retribution?”

“I don’t—”

The elevator doors open, and he gently pushes me throughthem and into the small waiting area.

“Run,” he says, that predator’s glaze over his eyes.

It takes half a second for my flight instinct to kick in. Itake off down the corridor, glad I’ve been wearing heels my whole life, and Irun in them as easily as I do barefoot.

“Naz!” I screech, laughing, adrenaline pumping as his heavyfootsteps gain on me. I know it’s a game, but the heat I just saw in his eyes,the erection tenting his pants—they send danger signals to my nervous system.Even if the only danger I’m in is of getting fuckedall night.

I round the corner, my room in view, when one stone-hard armencircles my waist and snatches me up. I’m five nine and thick with it. It’snot often I’m “snatched up” like I weigh nothing, but he literally carries meunder his arm, and my legs dangle in the air.

“Got you,” he murmurs, slowly lowering me to the floor andpressing my front to the door. “Open it.”

His heat at my back, his dick pressing into me, his breathin my hair. It’s so much, I mis-enter the code for the door three times beforeit swings open. The bedside lamp casts a faint glow over the room. The bed hasbeen turned down, and it invites me to lower my weary body onto the coolsheets.

Still behind me, Naz splays his hand over my stomach anddrifts lower, pressing into the juncture of my thighs through my dress.

“Are you really not wearing underwear?” he asks, his voicegruff and maybe a little hopeful.

I turn to face him, walking backward until my knees hit thebed, and I lie down, allowing the dress’s feathery hem to spray around the topsof my thighs, barely hiding the truth between my legs. I spread just thetiniest bit for him but not enough for him to know for sure. With an impatientsound, he walks over, drags me to the edge of the bed so my legs hang over theside, and goes down on his knees. He eases the dress up the last few inchesuntil the cool air hits my bare, wet pussy.

“Shit, Kira.” A frown wrinkles the thick line of his brows.“Is that a—”

“Clit clamp,” I say, widening even more so the Swarovskicrystal winks at him from the shadows between my thighs. “Yeah.”

He swallows audibly, his hand hovering over my naked fleshfrom the waist down. “You wore it for me?”

“I think I’m probably gonna get alot more out of it than you are.” I laugh. “I’ve been wearing it all night, sowhen you take it off, all the blood will rush to my clit,and it’ll hurt like a motherfucker, but it will also feel incredible. So…it’sfor both of us really.”

I’ve worn this before, and when men see it, they usuallydive in right away, eager for something they see as illicit and novel. Not Naz.His stare locks on to the space between my legs for long moments before he runshis palms behind my knees and then up my thighs. He repeats this motion over and over again, kneading the muscles of my legs,skimming my calves, dragging his short nails over the sensitive skin of myinner thighs, all the while getting maddeningly closer, but never close enoughto where I want to feel him most. My body starts to move compulsively, in synchwith the pressure, with the motion of his hands, rolling under his palms. Oneof his fingers skims the lips of my pussy, and I jerk. My nerves are drawntight with anticipation now, and I’d take any touch right there.

He lowers his face between my legs, and I stretch open forhim shamelessly, as wide as my legs will go.