Page 42 of Special Delivery

I take the first aid kit Anthony reaches out to us. Ryan leads me down the narrow staircase, through a hallway, and into what seems like a bedroom. Or a cabin, since we’re on a boat. He takes three steps before lowering me gently onto a soft, cool surface—the bed.

My bleeding wound completely forgotten, my eyes trail the cabin. It’s covered in light woods and more spacious than you’d expect a boat cabin to be. The bed is at least a queen, with a dozen decorative pillows and a dark blue duvet.

“Shit, I’m wet,” he murmurs.

I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about until he returns from the ensuite bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. He climbs onto the bed, kneeling next to me, and slowly takes my hand. I’m faintly aware he’s doing something, but my gaze is stuck to the muscular planes of his chest, dripping with water. One drop can’t hold on any longer, so it starts its journey over his defined abs, trails the indent of one side of his V before disappearing beneath the towel.

Where did it go? Was it absorbed by the towel, or did it continue to drip lower and lower and lower... All the way down to his sizeable cock.

“Paige?”

My head snaps up to his face. There’s a smirk etched into his lines, showing me he knows exactly what I was staring at. My cheeks flush.

“Yeah?”

“You’re making it hard to concentrate.” I know there’s more to the sentence, but my mind is stuck on the ‘You’re making it hard’ part.

“W-why is that?” Our eyes connect, and the heat in his eyes punches the breath out of my lungs. The cool sheets are suddenly scorching beneath me, along with the two scraps of fabric I’m wearing.

“Because you’re spread out on the bed in front of me, wearing practically nothing, and looking at me like I’m your last meal.”

Spread out for him? A quick glance at my legs shows me my knees are indeed fully spread out. I’m not sure how it happened, but I blame the loss of blood. On a sharp inhale, I quickly close them.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He shakes his head and lets go of my hand, which is now disinfected and wrapped in gauze.

I don’t dare ask what he means by it. My heart thuds loudly in my ears, my chest is heaving, and I’m pretty sure the puddle forming underneath me is more than the result of my wet bikini bottoms.

“How’s writing going, Paige?”

“What?”

“Did you manage to…” His finger trails my leg, starting from my ankle, up to the back of my knee, and I let out a soft gasp. “Write the column about that little sex toy?”

I barely register his words. “W-what are you doing?” My voice is a breathy whisper.

“Is your hand hurting?”

A hand? Do I have a hand? “No.”

His finger is now on my thigh, and my stomach clenches with need. A flutter starts low in my core, ticking in sync with my heart. When he reaches the crease where my thigh meets my hip, he lifts the finger up to my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. Fire has swallowed his gray irises, and I see my reflection in the deep pools of his desire.

“I’m only going to ask this once, so you better be sure about your answer. Do you want me to stop?”

Stop what? What are you planning to do? Both of our families are right outside. This is stupid and dangerous, and we shouldn’t be doing this. That’s what I should say. Instead, I roll my lips and shake my head.

“Good. Now let me see you.”

“I don’t…”

“Let. Me. See. You.”

His low command does more for me than I’d like to admit. The gauze on my hand signals that it should probably hurt, but the pain doesn’t connect to my brain. The brain that is currently swimming with endorphins. Slowly, carefully, I peel the triangles of my bikini to the sides, revealing my breasts. They’re not much, but the hiss Ryan lets out is intoxicating. He traces his palms gently over my nipples, and a shiver runs through me.

“Fucking perfect,” Ryan mutters, staring at my breasts before glancing up into my eyes. “But I want to see the whole you, Paige.” I hesitate for a second, so he adds, “I want you to take these off, too.” He snaps the elastic of my bikini bottoms. “Take them off and I’ll reward you.”

This is another catastrophic idea, I’m sure of it. But my body is programmed to follow his husky commands, leaving me no choice.

With tentative fingers, I untie both sides of my swimsuit before exposing myself fully to him. His eyes darken even more. I roll my bottom lip, and he lowers to his knees in front of me. He blows a cold breath over my slit, making me take in a shaky breath. I try to keep my cool as his tongue circles my clit faintly, but as he sucks it into his warm mouth, I can’t help but let out a loud moan.