Pleasure Cruise (6 page)

It was decided. He couldn’t wait that long to hold her, to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his hard cock while she called out his name. The thought of releasing his seed deep within her as her body clutched his cock damn near drove him to the brink of an orgasm, and losing control of himself was something he was not prone to do.

He shook the thoughts from his head, drawn back by the sound of his mate exhaling deeply from behind the closed bathroom door. His supernatural hearing gave him the advantage, and his other senses told him that she was tired, yet slightly aroused. He’d see to it that she was fully aroused before the night was over.

Braden turned to leave. He heard the unmistakable sound of material falling to the floor and stopped. He wanted her, had wanted her from that very first moment. The bloodlust inside of him was strong, telling him to bite, to mark what was rightfully his. The gods had ordained this marriage. He and Kira were meant to be. Why should he wait to lay claim to his wife? Entering her dreams had been tortuously wonderful. Having her so close was just short of excruciating.

He’d waited too long to possess her, pleasure her and hold her to him. Kira was his, though she didn’t know it yet. Already they were joined.

Bringing forth his power, he sought to enter her mind just enough to let her subconscious remember who he was so she didn’t panic on him. He could never hurt her, would never take her free will away from her. But he could ease her uncertainties and take away that small part of her fear that would keep her from acting on pure instinct.

Braden lifted his hand to the bathroom door. He smelled the perfume she wore, heard the beating of her heart. His own heart picked up time with hers, mimicking the beat. Slowly, he reached for the doorknob. The time to claim his mate had finally arrived.

Kira pulled the tiny black dress over her head, revealing her breasts and skimpy panties as she looked in the bathroom mirror. The sound of the whirlpool tub filling with water drifted around her. She chuckled, loving the little gold cherubs on the faucet. They were so perfect, all fat, cute and mischievous. The whole stateroom was so gaudily Vegas. It suited her mood perfectly.

Putting her hands up, she stretched, happy she’d chosen this cruise line over the others she’d seen. Not that she’d had much of a choice. The strange compulsion to book the cruise was almost overwhelming and, from the word go, she’d been drawn to this particular cruise company. Kira shrugged, sure it had something to do with the hot guy on their commercial.

Twisting her hair into a knot, she reached blindly for her hair clip. It was nowhere to be found.

“Crap,” she whispered as she began to turn in search of her bag. If she let her hair get wet now, it’d take all night to dry and then it would be a frizzy mess. It was times like these that she wondered if having thick, heavy, long hair was worth it. Mumbling to herself in irritation, she said, “Maybe I should shave my head—
ahh!
”

Something firm grabbed her about the waist, stopping her from making it all the way around. “Shh, love, you will be calm now.”

Kira moaned softly, nodding her head in slow agreement. The voice that spoke was deep, with a distinctly British inflection. It made her want to turn around and see if he was as sexy as he sounded. She didn’t, her heart pounding in excitement as she let his little game unravel for itself.

“Very good,” the man said, but she barely heard him. He moved closer.

She gasped in pleasant surprise and her body tensed, part in fear, part in excitement. Whoever the very male presence behind her was, she hadn’t heard him come in the bathroom. A masculine finger worked beneath the thin side strap of her panties, touching her intimately. He held her tight to his body. A soft voice whispered hotly in her ear, “One can only assume that you are not here to tidy up the place.”

“What?” Kira didn’t even attempt to get away from him. For some reason, she didn’t want to. His body molded hard to hers as he pressed close to her back. From what she could feel pressing large and throbbing against her, this guy was more than enough to satisfy a woman. For some reason, she liked his boldness, his confidence. Not many men dared to approach her and that had always bothered her. This one not only approached her, he didn’t seem to care what she thought about him touching her and she loved that. She was up-to-date on all her sexual immunizations, so it didn’t matter if he was or not. Only one partner had to be immunized to protect them both. Sex had never been safer.

The memory of the creepy skeletal guy hit her and she drew in a sharp breath. Surely that wasn’t who was touching her. This man’s voice wasn’t monotone, but the nagging concern wouldn’t leave her. The porter wasn’t her idea of sexy. She turned her head to get a better view of her captor. He loosened his grasp, allowing her to pivot in his arms and face him head-on. This hottie was nothing like the skeletal guy.

Kira’s eyes widened and she had to blink to be sure he was real. She couldn’t have dreamed up a better specimen of a man if she’d tried. Silky strands of long brown hair partially hid what looked to be a perfect face. One blue eye looked out from behind the silken veil, making her shiver with delight. Slowly, a memory tried to unfold. “Do I know you?”

He smiled.

“You look really familiar to me,” she said.

His smile widened. Kira closed her eyes for a brief second.

“I met the travel agent late at her office that evening to pick up tickets. I’d just gotten off of work. You bumped into me. I dropped my briefcase into a puddle.” Kira shivered. They’d talked for a few minutes. There had been an almost instant connection, though for some reason she hadn’t acted on it and neither had he. In fact, she’d never even gotten his name. The whole memory was somewhat blurred in her mind, but she remembered having dreams about him. She waited, eagerly listening to see if his accent was what she remembered.

“Yes, I seem to recall that. I was hoping I’d bump into you again,” he answered. Kira wondered at the strange look on his face. He didn’t seem to be as surprised as she was at the encounter. The idea that he’d gone into the same travel agent and booked the same cruise just to make sure they had a chance to re-meet seemed almost sweet.

“Would it be too much to inquire after your name this time?” His accented words gave her chills. She always was a sucker for a good British accent. There was a sound of longing in his voice, but she chose to ignore it. “I believe we should forget proper introductions.”

Kira moved her hand up, not knowing what came over her as she reached for his sculpted face. He was too tall, and she only succeeded in pressing her barely clothed body against his toned frame even more. The lid dipped leisurely over that seductive blue eye. She wasn’t scared of him. In fact, she couldn’t think of a single reason why she shouldn’t touch him. It was as if someone reached inside her and pulled away all her fear and doubt, leaving confidence and instinct. Instinct told her to kiss him. Instinct told her it would be all right, that he was safe.

Kira moaned softly. Liking the feel of his cock pressed against her back, she shifted in his arms again, leaving her facing away from him. He never broke contact with her and the press of his body sent shivers down her spine. Kira smiled and pulled his arms tighter around her waist. She thrust her hips back into him and wiggled, trying to entice him further. A sultry laugh escaped her lips, as she answered, “Yes, it would be too much to ask for a name. Not that I think I’m better than you, but really, is there any reason that we need to know anything about each other, Cabin Boy?”

The “cabin boy” grunted and she thought that maybe he was laughing at her. Kira didn’t care at the moment. From what she felt rubbing along her back at full attention, they’d both be grunting in few seconds. What a perfect way to start out a vacation.

“Cabin Boy?” he asked.

“Yes.” Kira laughed, feeling very carefree. “Mm, won’t you be my little cabin boy for me?”

“So you wish to play games?” He moved his hands over her waist and hips, caressing her.

“Mm, yes,” she continued, feeling giddy. “I like games.”

The man inhaled deeply. “Then I will be your cabin boy.”

“And I’ll be the rich woman with no moral conscience.” Actually, Kira didn’t feel as though she had much of a conscience at the moment anyway, so it wasn’t a huge stretch.

She turned quickly in his arms again and gave notice to the fact that he wore designer clothing. The silk felt good against her naked breasts. Her nipples stung with desire and puckered against him. She always liked it when a man dressed well. It usually meant he took care of himself in other ways, too. She grabbed at his buttons and had three undone before his long fingers laced over hers, momentarily stopping her advances.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. “What you truly want? Because, if you say the words, I will remove myself from you and wait.”

Kira believed him. She studied his face, as she forced herself to think about what she was doing. “This is crazy. I—I’m not thinking clearly.”

“Yes, you are. Trust me, you’re thinking more clearly now than you have ever been.”

Kira frowned at that. But as soon as a protest started to form in her brain it was like the thought was snatched away.

“It’s an easy question,” he said. “What do you want?”

She didn’t answer. Her body trembled. Every fiber of her being told her that he was safe, that he was what she wanted.

“Then I shall leave you,” he said.

“Wait, no.” Where had that come from? She swallowed, knowing it was what she wanted more than she’d ever wanted anything. “Stay. I want you to stay.”

“Then I shall stay.”

All doubt left her at his words. She smiled, confident and sure of her choice. More and more of their previous conversation came back to her. Why hadn’t they hooked up that night? The chemistry had been right, and Kira usually went for things when she wanted them. It was perfectly clear by his hard, erect cock that he wanted her as well.

“Come on, Cabin Boy,” Kira purred, forcing a pout to her lips as she started the game anew. Her body pulsed with excitement, instantly soaking her panties with need. There was no reason for her to be coy. “We both know that this is a singles’ cruise. Didn’t we all come aboard with the idea that we’d get laid? I sure as hell didn’t come to spend the entire trip at the all-you-can-eat buffet on deck eleven aft.”

“I don’t need a cruise to get sex.” His voice gave her another round of pleasurable chills. “I have no problem finding women who are
more
than willing to please me.”

“Neither do I,” Kira said, as she bit at his smooth chest. She flicked her tongue out at him in a mischievous fashion, moving to play against his erect nipple. She sucked the hard bud between her lips before nibbling gently. His whole body jolted violently beneath her touch.

Letting out a small laugh, he tipped his face down to her. She loved his voice. It sent chills over her skin, down to her moistening slit. She couldn’t wait to hear what it would sound like calling out to her in passion. His tone a little hard, he asked, “Don’t you mean you have no problem finding men who are willing to please you?”

“Isn’t that what I said?” She licked the edges of his collarbone and fluttered her eyelids a bit, not liking his accusatory look. “You can’t possibly be upset. So what if I’m not a virgin. I won’t apologize for it. I’ve been with men and—”

“Enough.” His face went hard as he narrowed his eyes on her. “I would appreciate not hearing about the men in your past. It would not bode well for any of them should I ever find that they have tried to contact you again. For future reference, I will be the only man you ever think of again.”

Kira frowned. So much for the game.

“Ohh, aren’t we the jealous no-name lover? Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, buddy. Let me give you a small, helpful hint. Not all women like to believe that they have a future with a guy on the first or even second date, if that’s what you can even call this. I’ll overlook it this one time, but so help me, if you pull out the ‘I love you’ crap, you will find yourself knocked on your ass and sitting in the hall. I know we connected that night by the travel agency, but believe me, there’s plenty of others to take your place. I surely don’t need some obsessive cabin boy pining after me while I’m on vacation. I plan on enjoying myself and that usually means fucking a whole lot of men—and I’d like to take this moment to stress the words ‘whole lot of’.”