Not for the first time, he wondered why the hell he hadn’t taken that last step. What was stopping him? He wanted her. She obviously wanted him or she wouldn’t keep seeking him out. They were two consenting adults. The math all added up to her riding his cock until they exhausted themselves.
And yet…
She stopped in front of him and took his drink out of his hand. Kendall downed the tequila and winced. “Oh god.”
“That’s my drink,” he said mildly.
“I know.” She gave him a strained smile. “I was hoping it’d give me some courage.”
Courage? He went still. Somehow, Alex knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that every moment of the last forty-eight-ish hours had been leading them to this point. They stood on the edge of a cliff and one wrong move would send them toppling over.
Or one right move.
He watched her closely. “Did it?”
“Yes.” She stepped forward, right between his thighs, and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
His hands settled on her hips as if they were meant to be there. Maybe they were. Alex had only had half the drink but he still felt a buzzing in his veins as if he’d just downed an entire bottle. He dragged his palms down over her ass, the thin fabric confirming her statement. Kendall was standing between his thighs in a room full of people with no panties on. And she wanted him to do something about it.
He rotated on the bar stool, taking her with him, until her back was to the bar and his thighs hid her hips from the rest of the room. Not that anyone was paying attention. The low lights had people pursuing their own pleasures, whether it was conversation and drinks or flirting and kissing. It seemed like every time he turned around on this ship, he caught sight of people in various stages of fucking. He and Kendall were just two among many.
He kept one hand on her hip and dropped the other between them to trace a path up her thigh. Alex stopped just beneath the hem of her dress. “You want me to do something about it.”
“Yes.” She carefully placed her hands on his chest and shifted closer. “I want you to do something about it.”
He shouldn’t. Now was the time to put the brakes on, to tell her that she couldn’t expect anything from him because in a few hours, he’d no longer be on this ship. “Kendall—”
“All my life, I’ve been good. I’ve bent over backwards and twisted myself into knots to ensure I didn’t make waves. I don’t step out of line, Alex. Not once. I’ve never done anything purely because I want to.” She fisted her hands in his stupid Hawaiian shirt. “I want this. I want you. Just for a little while.” She looked up at him with those big green eyes. “Please stop being noble for ten seconds and touch me.”
The carefully created leash holding him snapped. “I’m not noble.” He delved beneath her dress and cupped her pussy roughly. “There is nothing about me that’s noble, Kendall.”
“Prove it.”
He pushed a single finger into her and then two. “I should bend you over this bar in front of everyone. Push up that skirt and take what you’re offering me.”
Kendall tried to spread her legs to allow him deeper, but he held her caged. Tormenting them both. She licked her lips. “Or we can find a storage room and I can… suck your cock.”
His whole body went white hot and his vision grayed out for half a second. The image of her on her knees, watching him as she wrapped those sinful lips around his cock nearly had Alex coming in his shorts. He withdrew his fingers and circled her clit. “Not yet. First…” After a quick battle with himself, he shifted her, maneuvering her leg closest to the wall up over his thigh. Her dress still covered her, but the position left her open for him. He resumed fucking her with his fingers and began circling her clit with this thumb. “First I’m going to make you come right here. Try not to scream.”
Against all reason, she laughed. “Do it.”
For someone who didn’t step outside the lines, she sure was determined to throw herself into things head first. He loved it. He slowed his strokes, wanting to make this last. Kendall always looked beautiful, but in this moment, she was wild and free and unencumbered. She wanted to feel good, and he wanted to be the one to do it.
Alex leaned down and kissed her. He couldn’t help it. Being this close and not tasting her seemed like a Herculean task. She met him eagerly, all lingering tequila and desire. That brought him up short. He lifted his head. “How much have you had to drink since you woke up.”