Alaskan Exposure by A.S. Fenichel Read Free Book Online

her,
allowing her hair to slide through his fingers. “Maybe you should try it
sometime.”
    He didn’t move away and neither did she. It was as if she
was attached to him by a tether and couldn’t escape his allure. “I don’t want
to get hurt.”
    “If you never take any risks then nothing extraordinary will
ever happen to you.”
    She couldn’t argue with that. Her entire life up until a
year ago was a testament to that. She wouldn’t even be on the ship if she
hadn’t risked everything and opened her studio. “And you think you’re a risk
worth taking?”
    He gave a half smile and leaned so close that his mouth
touched her ear. “I want to make you come so hard you scream my name and then I
want to do it again.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. She should slap his face
and tell him to go to hell, but all she wanted to do was tear his clothes off
and touch him and let him touch her. Her body betrayed her. His words shot
directly to her pussy. She was wet. She wanted to touch herself, have him touch
her. A woman cackled several tables over, reminding her they were in public.
    His lips lightly grazed her lobe, and she sucked in a breath
and held it. “You didn’t answer my question.”
    He pulled back so that she could see his eyes again. “Yes, I
did.”
    Breathing had become difficult with him so close and so
sexually charged. “Okay.”
    “Okay?” There was no doubt that he was surprised maybe
confused. He stared into her eyes as if looking for some clue to her meaning
other than the obvious.
    “Yes.” The word came out on a breath. She couldn’t believe
what she was saying and yet she didn’t want to take it back. Her body was rigid
with need. She wanted to be touched and worshiped. If it was all an illusion
then she was willing to kid herself for a few hours.
    He took her hand and stood while helping her up. He might
have waved to the bartender as they walked toward the exit, but she was too
surprised by the fact that she’d just agreed to have sex with Kyle to really
pay attention.
    Pulling her into the elevator, he punched the button for
deck nine.
    “Where are we going?” she asked.
    He slid behind her and tugged her until she was pressed
fully against him. “To see the stateroom you’ve been so curious about.”
    She could feel his hard cock nestled between the cheeks of
her ass. She couldn’t help pushing tighter to feel him more fully. His big
hands gripped her hips. The elevator stopped. He moved her slightly away and
dropped his hands. A couple got on and smiled politely. The doors closed again,
they climbed one more deck and the doors opened. They all stepped out. The
couple moved off to the left, Kyle took her hand and led her to the right, down
a long hall and to a door where he used a keycard to gain access.
    The room was just slightly bigger than the one she and Jules
shared. It was neat with a large king-sized bed in the middle. “You don’t have
a roommate?” She hated the slight shake in her voice.
    He pointed to his uniform, neatly hanging on the outside of
the closet door. “Four stripes and above get private quarters.”
    She looked at the epaulettes on the shoulder of his uniform
and at the large bed. What was she doing here? She must have lost her mind. Yet
she wanted him, there was no doubt about that. Every time she looked at his
broad shoulders she wanted to touch him. Her heart pounded and blood rushed
through her ears.
    He stayed close, but as soon as they entered the room, he
dropped her hand. Watching her, he slipped the top button on his shirt out of
the buttonhole. She detected just a hint of dark hair on his chest.
    He walked a step closer. She took a step back and found
herself trapped between the end of the bed and Kyle’s body. “Do you want to
leave?” he asked.
    The question surprised her. His voice was soft and sweet.
She expected him to jump on top of her as soon as they entered his room, but he
ran is fingers lightly up and down her arms. He