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His stepped between her legs, his fingers gripping her hips, and he ground against her. “It’s a ship term for speed.”
Breathless laughter rushed past her lips. “Why do you know that?”
“I read a lot.” Clark’s mouth took hers, his tongue rolling inside, and she held onto the bench with one hand, the other threading through his hair, curling into the strands. He circled his hips into her, the friction against her open center creating a steady pulse with every thrust.
Merry arched her hips, matching his motions, as his mouth left hers and feathered kisses along her throat.
“What about Daisy?” she gasped.
“There’s nothing she can get into in here.” Clark cradled Merry’s face with his hands, his gaze boring into hers before his mouth covered hers again. Merry sighed, her hands at his shoulders and traveling down his chest, memorizing every plane and groove through the soft cotton of his T-shirt and coming to a stop on his sides. The muscles under her palms tensed and flexed as his tongue swirled against hers. Flames of need sparked and danced through her body, tightening her nipples and licking farther south to her pulsating pussy. Every one of her senses came to life as Clark’s hands traveled down her neck, holding there in a gentle circle all the while he continued to devour her mouth. When his fingers grazed her nipples, she moaned, and suddenly both of his hands were covering her breasts, squeezing and teasing, tweaking her pebbled peaks until she arched her back, his name rushing past her lips in a hushed plea for more.
After being celibate for over a year, she couldn’t think straight. She wanted to rip his shirt off and lick her way down his body. To be naked, now, under him, and her fingers went to his belt with urgency. He caught her hands with his and put them back on the bench, holding them there as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Wait, was he stopping?
“I’m the captain here and you’re my ship. I’m going to take my time learning every curve,” he murmured, releasing her hands. His left hand followed the line of her hip, skimming across her thigh and stopping in between, the heat of his palm cradling her pussy as he rubbed her through her jeans. “Explore every cabin.”
“God, yes,” she whimpered, closing her eyes as he teased her.
“I want to know everything above deck.” His lips nibbled her neck, sucking her skin gently into his mouth as his hands found the buttons on her jeans, all five of them, and she cursed herself for buying the stupid things. Her body screamed for his bare hands on her skin and she used her feet to push her boots off.
“Look, no hands,” she teased as the second boot dropped to the floor.
“I had a feeling you were magic.” He knelt down to pull her jeans and underwear down her legs, tossing them on the workbench beside her, his mouth wasting no time making its way up. With his palms on her thighs, he pressed them wide open, his smoldering gaze staring at her, his flushed cheeks covered by a dark shadow of stubble and she reached out to run her hand over the rough whiskers.
“O Captain! My Captain!”
In answer, his lips teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she closed her eyes, running her fingers through his soft hair. Her hips arched involuntarily at the first stroke of his tongue along her seam, slow and thorough, sending shock waves deep within her. Her muscles clenched and he spread her legs further until they ached, but when he deepened the pressure, his tongue circling her clit in frenzied laps that left her panting and trembling, on the cusp of—
“Oh, holy fuck,” she cried, her legs jerking as he picked up the tempo with his mouth. Clark’s raw enthusiasm created fireworks between her legs and as her body rolled with a new shock wave of pleasure, her bones seemed to evaporate. Mush and moans were all that remained of her. He’d called her magic, but the way he touched her, kissed her, worshipped her…that was spellbinding.
Limp with satisfaction, she leaned back against the wall behind the bench, catching her breath. “I don’t think I can walk.”
Clark kissed her lower stomach. “Fine by me.”
Merry laughed softly. “I mean ever again. You may have to carry me around from now on.”
“Hmmm, people might ask questions.”
“Just tell them your oral skills have side effects, including but not limited to tremors, sudden outbursts of praise, followed by any and all curse words, and possible bone-melting pleasure.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be experiencing all of the above quite often, because your belowdecks—” Clark wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to the edge of the bench. “—is my favorite area to plunder.”
Merry snorted. “I have no idea why, but your nerdy ship talk totally works for me.”
“I think that’s because I work for you.”
Merry brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him. “You definitely do that. I haven’t felt this good in forever.”
“I made you happy then?”
“I’m sorry, did the very vocal sounds I emitted and this smile on my face not give that away?”
Clark’s fingers brushed against her right cheek. “It gives me a clue.”
“Then let me spell it out for you.” She pressed her lips to his softly, before winding her arms around his shoulders. “Y-O-U M-A-K-E M-E H-A-P-P-Y.”
“Knock, knock.”
