Once again, he closes what little distance there was between us until his chest is flush with my back and I can feel his cock through his jeans, nestled right against my ass. He bends his head down to the side of my face, nuzzling his nose against my cheek and using it to push my hair away until his lips are right by my ear.
“All I can think about is that Goddamn kiss. Every time I close my eyes I can taste you, and smell you, and feel you against me, and it’s driving me fucking insane.”
He repeats the same words he said to me when he first came out here and found me standing in the same position just moments ago, but this time he whispers them and his warm breath skates over my ear, making me break out in goosebumps.
“W-what’s your point?” I stutter, trying to make my voice sound strong and clear, like the way his lips are just barely touching my earlobe isn’t driving me completely insane.
“My point, Mackenzie, is that I can’t kiss you again. I can’t touch you again. I can’t taste you again. You’re a guest; I’m on the crew. I can’t cross that line with you and it’s fucking killing me,” he whispers into my ear, his hips jerking forward and his cock digging deeper into my ass, letting me know just how much it’s really killing him.
It’s not the apology I had been hoping for, but the need in his voice and the whites of his knuckles holding onto the railing, keeping me caged in, prove that it’s taking all of his strength not to kiss me, not to touch me, and not to taste me. Maybe I’m a pathetic, weak woman, but I don’t need an apology anymore. He just admitted why he acted the way he did without coming right out and saying the words. Obviously there are rules about guests and crew members hooking up, and he’s having a really hard time wanting to break those rules. He acted like an asshole last night because it probably pissed him off that I made him want to cross the line and he didn’t know how to handle it.
I can work with that. I can forgive his asshole behavior for something like that, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let him off easy. He’s still rubbing his cock against me and breathing in my ear. I’m surrounded by him and his smell, and I’m so wet right now I’d probably come faster than I ever have in my life if he broke his stupid rules and touched me.
“So, let’s pretend,” I whisper, craning my neck around until he has to pull his mouth away from my ear so he can look down at my face.
I push myself up on my toes until my mouth is right by his and our lips are just barely touching, his eyes darkening as they stare down at me.
“Let’s pretend I’m not a guest, and you’re not on the crew. We’re just two people who happen to be on the same boat,” I speak softly against his mouth. “What would you do to me then?”
He doesn’t answer me right away, and nothing but the sound of the ship racing through the water can be heard over the thumping of my heart. The muscles in my legs start to shake as I continue holding myself up so I can be close to his mouth, and right when I think he’s going to push away from me and storm off like he did the other night after he kissed me, he gives me that damn smirk again.
“Put your hands on the railing. And hold on tight,” he finally whispers back.
CHAPTER 9
Declan
I’m the biggest hypocrite in the world. I bitch at Ben all the time about mixing business with pleasure, and what the fuck do I do within ten seconds of being close to Mackenzie? I’ve got her pinned against the railing and my cock pressed against her ass, whispering in her ear and trying not to blow my load with how damn good she smells. I swear to Christ she must bathe in suntan lotion.
At least my intentions were good when I initially came out here, intent on finding her so I could try to explain why I acted the way I did the night before. I rehearsed what I would say a thousand times in my head after I heard the jetty come back a few hours ago. I paced the entire length of the ship ten times after all my nightly duties were finished and I was officially off the clock until morning, hoping Mackenzie would believe it when I told her that I just wasn’t interested, the kiss meant nothing, and I couldn’t be distracted by anyone or anything while I was working.
And then I came around the corner and found her leaning against the railing, just like the night I kissed her, her hair still damp from a shower as the ocean breeze got a hold of it and blew it around her face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her long, smooth legs or her perfect ass in those tiny cotton shorts. I moved up behind her, got a whiff of her coconut skin, and everything I planned to say flew from my mind.
I admitted I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn kiss. I told her every time I closed my eyes I could taste her, smell her, and feel her, like the Goddamn pussy I am. I thought when I explained how she’s a guest, I’m on the crew, and we couldn’t cross that line, that would be it. She’d understand and walk away, not torment me by rubbing her body against mine or whispering against my lips, wanting me to pretend like we were other people.
I’m the biggest hypocrite in the world, and right now, I don’t give a fuck.
“Put your hands on the railing. And hold on tight,” I whisper, watching Mackenzie give me a smirk of her own before turning her head away from me and doing what I ask.
Her wet hair continues to blow around between us, and I take one hand off the railing to gather it up in in my fist, holding it down by the nape of her neck before bending my head and putting my mouth back by her ear.
“If you weren’t a guest, and I wasn’t on the crew, I’d slide my hand around your waist and touch those couple of inches of bare skin showing below the edge of your tank top that have been driving me crazy since I saw you standing here,” I speak against her ear.