Page 32 of Dark Fey Captive

His purposeful stride was making his length…swing. Very distractingly. Or maybe mesmerizingly.

Why was he still hard?

“Why are you up here?” he asked.

I blinked at him, words failing me until he smoothed his hands down my arms and frowned at the socks on them.

Shit. Right. The bra.

“I just wanted to have a look around while it was light out. I forgot the doors are locked though, so I didn’t get to do much.”

He nodded, but his expression looked a little troubled.

Did he suspect something?

I stood on my toes, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down for another cheek kiss. The troubled look in his eyes vanished, but the intensity that took its place wasn’t any less concerning.

I cleared my throat, not releasing him yet.

“I’m glad you’re here. Can you open the door for me?”

He reached out and knocked on the door. A groan came from inside.

“No.”

A very valid refusal.

I glanced at the next door that faced the water.

“What about that one?” I stuck out my bottom lip since playful pleading had seemed to work well yesterday. His gaze dipped to it, growing hungrier. I quickly let go of him.

He sighed and went to knock on that door. Silence answered.

He broke into the room with ease, but the noise provoked the infected in the neighboring room. It called out loudly as Nav peeked inside.

“The room is safe. Stay inside while I check the rest of the rooms for you.”

Not believing my luck, I hurried inside, glancing at the king-sized bed in front of the room’s two windows. The second he closed the door, I took out the bra.

The window fought me, and when it finally opened, it didn’t go far. That didn’t deter me. Using the gap I had, I created a small rip in the screen and worked the majority of the bra out.

Closing the window again, I covered it with the curtain and hoped the bra would be enough to signal the others. If they saw it, they wouldn’t dock. They would leave straight away. But if they didn’t see it…

How could I convince Nav to leave the hotel? And where would we go? At least on the second floor, we were realistically safe from infected. But for how long?

I was still considering the options several minutes later when Nav returned. He’d given me enough time that I had the linens, warm bedding, and toiletries neatly stacked on the mattress, waiting for pickup.

Not by me, or Nav, but whoever came after us.

Maybe the Breakwater islanders months from now. Maybe someone else.

He glanced at the pile, then at me.

“I thought I’d organize everything to make it easier for later. Did you find more infected?” He was still clean…and naked…so I didn’t think he’d run into much trouble. But I did wonder how he managed to kill so many of them without getting bitten.

“No. Are you hungry? I brought back food.”

My stomach growled at the suggestion, and I nodded, holding out my hand.