Part 27 (2/2)
He stroked her hair compulsively as he thrust, brus.h.i.+ng it back from her face. Reyes gazed down at her upturned face, his lips near to hers so he could claim her next exhaled breath. Kyra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, and held on tight.
Her whole body worked with his, push-slide, as need spiraled. Tingles skated through her nervous system, and her heart went wild. His strokes became quick and shallow, the muscles of his b.u.t.t bunching against her ankles.
”Kyra . . .” He turned his face into her neck, licking up her sweat.
When he came, she came, a hot and seamless slide into pleasure so profound she couldn't see for the tears stinging her eyes. For long moments, she held him in trembling lethargy, welcoming his weight. His fingers stirred in her hair, stroking.
”It was never quite like that,” she whispered.
”No. Now I know the value of what I hold.”
Inexplicably, she wanted to weep in earnest, just sob against his chest. Compulsively she shaped letters on his chest, writing her name in some primitive need to claim. But that made no sense at all.
”Would you have come looking for me?”
His hair slid against her cheek as he shook his head. ”No. You told me not to.”
She huffed softly. ”Like you always do as you're told.”
”I want you to be happy.” He sealed a kiss into her palm. ”Even if that means staying a world away from you.”
”You know . . .” She rolled to face him. ”I am. But let's be clear-that's because you're right here with me. Should we get up?”
”Soon.”
Four hours later, they did. It was early evening when they surfaced. She rinsed off in the tiny shower; there wasn't room for two. Then she went on deck to watch him fiddling with various ropes and gizmos on the boat.
”You sure you know what you're doing?”
”I'll get us there. Trust me.”
To her surprise, she did. But looking out toward the parking lot, she realized she'd left one thing undone, if she truly meant to sail away with him. ”I'll be right back.”
Reyes froze. ”Will you?”
She touched a hand to his waist. ”Of course. Do you think I came all this way to f.u.c.k and leave you?”
His somber look all but broke her heart. ”I hope not.”
”Then trust me me .” .”
He gave a nod and continued with his work. At this point, he'd still let her walk away and take some petty revenge. That, more than anything else, rea.s.sured her. This was right; she was sure of it. Bag in hand, Kyra ran down the gangplank. She returned within five minutes, and he seemed surprised to see her.
”Are we almost ready to take off?”
The sky blazed sapphire on the horizon, lit with scarlet and umber. Soon, they would go that way, and spend their first night on the water. Reyes followed her gaze; perhaps her train of thought as well.
A smile kindled in his eyes, stars on black velvet, and then found outlet on a mouth both beautiful and cruel. ”Yes. We're fully stocked, and ready to get underway.”
”That includes the galley, right?” She hesitated, suddenly shy. ”Will you . . . cook for me again?”
”Yes.” No hesitation, no adornment. Kyra had the feeling she could have asked for a kidney or his right hand, and he would've said the same.
This was harder, so hard, a ridiculous question from someone who never wanted ties, never wanted the same man for more than one night. But she did, desperately.
Him. Only him.
”Will you stay with me?”
”Always.”
The intensity of the moment sent her scrambling back, seeking something light to dispel the ache that demanded his hands on her. ”Are you going to quit killing people?”
He raised his brows then. There was a limit to how much he would grant; he was what he was. ”Are you going to quit conning them?”
She grinned. ”It's not the same. But . . . we'll discuss our options.”
They stood on the deck together for a few moments more. His dark gaze traced the path toward the parking lot, where she'd left the last link to her father, the last link to her old life. He knew, of course.
”We can't take it with us.” Melancholy laced his tone.
”That's okay,” she said. ”I'm ready to let Myrna go. I left the keys in the ignition, free to anyone who wants to claim her. I like the idea of letting fate decide.”
He searched her face. ”Are you sure?”
”I found something more important than the car.”
”Oh, yeah?” Lines of tension bracketed his mouth, as if he were afraid to hope for too much even now. She saw how his fist furled at his side, a quiet defense.
Kyra closed her eyes and leaped. ”You. I love you you . It scares the h.e.l.l out of me, but . . . I'm willing to give this a try if you are. Wherever it takes us.” . It scares the h.e.l.l out of me, but . . . I'm willing to give this a try if you are. Wherever it takes us.”
”You're my beating heart,” he said simply. ”Where you go, I do.”
And that was everything. They raised the sails and slid away from the dock out onto the vast blue sea.
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