Apparently, Nic didn’t mind. His groan and rippling abdominal muscles were both equally fascinating to her. And when he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, she let loose a moan.
Her senses were on overdrive, and when he slicked himself in her moisture, driving her mad with need, before finally nudging himself against her opening, she was ready to lose her mind.
He was levered up between her legs, and her hands skimmed across the granite-hard muscles of his shoulders and chest.
“You good? I know it’s been?—”
“I’m good. Please …”
She was ready to beg. She wasn’t too proud.
As he barely pushed inside her, she lost it. The screaming orgasm passed her lips before she could think to hold it back. As she shook with ecstasy, he gently slid in … and in … and in …
She was senseless with pleasure. Imogen didn’t know what to do or how to silence her moans or still her body. And when Nic paused, she went wild—bucking and lifting. Imogen’s body craved more. But Nic held himself still for several long moments, as if letting her adjust to his size.
And then,finally, he began to move. Imogen didn’t know how to process all the sensations swamping her senses. Pleasure detonated at octaves beyond her normal human experience. The entire room seemed to shimmer and convulse as she gave herself over to the mindless rapture of the world’s best sex.
She didn’t care about time. She didn’t care about volume. She was lost to anything but pleasure. When her senses exploded with another orgasm and his body shuddered, his groan nearly shook the room. Imogen went limp as he held himself above her. The only sound in the cabin was the two of them trying to catch their breath.
Until, finally, he said quietly, “Holy fuck. Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.” Words were beyond her.
The only thoughts bounding through Imogen’s mind were …Why did I wait so long? How did I live with this missing from my life?
He brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Gotta move. You stay. I’ll be right back.”
Imogen didn’t care if she ever moved again. In fact, never leaving this cabin to face the other humans on this boat sounded good too.
Do steel walls hold in sound? Are they soundproof? If God had any mercy at all … but at this point …who cares?
Nic came back, and she felt a warm, wet cloth between her legs.
A gentleman all the way.
He fell back onto the bed beside her. She probably should’ve been horrified that they hadn’t used a condom, but she couldn’tfind it in herself to care about that either. Imogen curled against him, laid her head on his chest, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The next morning at breakfast, the ship was still moving. Imogen wondered exactly how far out into the Gulf Leo was planning on going, but it had been more than the eight hours of patience he’d asked from her sister.
Speaking of her sister, Jury emerged from below deck with Leo. Imogen noticed the Frenchman’s possessive hand on the small of her sister’s back and how he pulled the chair away from the table and slid it in as she sat.
“Thank you,” Jury said quietly, and Imogen saw something she’d never seen before. Her sisterblushed.
Imogen’s gaze met Nic’s, and she knew he was a detail-oriented man who hadn’t missed it either.
His eyebrows rose, but he said nothing as Leo sat.
“I hope your accommodations were acceptable last night.”
“Perfectly,” Imogen said as Nic added, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He looked at Jury. “Would you like some toast,ma petite?”
“Please and thank you.”
Imogen knew her sister had manners, but she so rarely saw her use them. Whatever Leo had done to her sister … Imogen low-key felt like clapping.