The Best Thing Yet (3 page)

“Come in?” she questioned on a soft breath.

His gaze dropped and did a slow perusal of her own form before he stepped towards her. Arissa held her ground as he closed the distance between them, squeezing past the door. Without taking his eyes off her, Deiter pushed the door shut with his foot as he cupped the side of her face. A shudder overtook her as he placed his other hand on her skin before lowering his face to hers.

A moan slipped out as his lips covered hers. Arissa dropped her bag and latched onto his arms, digging her fingers into his skin. Deiter teased the outline of her mouth with his tongue. Gently he traced her lips, prior to sliding along the seam, seeking entrance. She opened beneath his questing tongue.

Flames erupted deep within her belly as he delved into her mouth. Stroking, sliding and coaxing her tongue out to play, Deiter explored her. The taste of him, which was already embedded in her mind, flared to life as his leisurely search continued. Her toes began to curl against the flat of her sandals. She whimpered as his calloused touch moved down her neck, over her shoulders, and across the plane of her back where his hands drew her in closer.

Arissa wanted to scream in frustration as his kiss ended. He moved back so he could stare into her eyes.

“Make sure this is what you want, Arissa. I’m not going to want to stop if we take it much further.”

Dropping her hands from his arms, Arissa then settled them upon his hips only to pull him in closer. She bit her lower lip as the ridge of his erection brushed against her. Flexing against him, she smiled at the groan which slid past his lips.

“This is what I want, Deiter. So long as you have protection.”

He leaned in close again. “I do. After meeting you, I purchased some.” He shrugged. “I was hopeful and ever since the day I met you on the deck, all I think about is you and the way you feel in my arms. The scent and silkiness of your skin and the press of your lips against mine.”

Her belly clenched with longing and she rubbed against him. “Please, Deiter. Make the ache go away.”

He swept her up in his arms. “That could take a lifetime.”

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tight comforting feel of his arms around her as he escorted her to the queen-sized bed. When he laid her across the mattress she lifted her lids. His face was inches from hers and he kissed her again. Heat spiralled up from the base of her spine and spread throughout her body.

No words passed between them as he undressed her with care. Only when she lay naked before him did he speak.

“Holy shit, you’re beautiful,” he muttered on a low groan.

She felt it. His gaze branded her as it moved up and down her body. Arissa mewled in the back of her throat as he lowered his head to one breast and drew the nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Her back arched, pressing him closer. Shots of electricity rocketed through her as he suckled on her, his teeth and tongue tormenting the turgid peak until she thrashed upon the bed. He moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment, showing her no quarter.

Arissa shivered as a need for completion poured over her. Writhing on the bed, she held the back of his head tighter against her. “Please,” she murmured. “Deiter, please.” She tugged at the neck of his shirt with her free hand.

He understood and it didn’t take long before he stood before her naked. She licked her lips in want as her focus zeroed in on his groin. His large, thick erection jutted out from a nest of brown hair, a drop of pre-cum on the mushroom head. Her pussy clenched as her breathing increased. She longed to taste him, pull him into her mouth like he was a sucker and enjoy everything he had to offer. A ripping sound dragged her attention away from his cock to his hands, where he was removing a condom from its wrapper.

“Let me,” she said.

He handed her the latex. A low hiss escaped him as she wrapped one hand around him. Shoving down the urge to taste him, she swiped her thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum, then unfurled the condom down the length. Then she dragged her hands up his chest, nails scoring the skin before she latched her hands behind his neck and pulled him close enough to kiss.

The carefulness turned to urgent need as he swept through her mouth. He grunted as they fell back onto the mattress. His muscular body held her still as he slipped one hand down her side and across her stomach. She thrust up, fire pouring through her veins at that mere caress from him. Her belly tensed and breathing hitched as his touch trailed over her bellybutton and down towards her needy slit. Arissa nipped at his invading tongue as he let one finger drift lightly between her nether lips.

“Deiter,” she moaned into his mouth.

In the next second her eyes fluttered as a scream of pleasure ripped from the depths of her chest. He sank two fingers inside her and set off one hell of an orgasm. Arissa grabbed onto his shoulders as he pistoned his wrist back and forth. She rode out the unrelenting waves of ecstasy that poured over her.

Deiter almost blew his load when her tight pussy clamped down on his two fingers. It had been hard enough looking at her and not losing control, this…this was damn near impossible, especially when the hairs of her neatly trimmed core teased him.

“Fuck,” he uttered on a groan.

Her muscles gripped hard when he began to withdraw. A moan of frustration reached him.

“Easy, baby. We’re just getting started.”

With a slight readjustment he settled between her thighs and placed the head of his cock against her wet opening.

“Please,” she begged.

Ignoring the primal urge within him, Deiter pushed in slowly. Inch by inch, he filled and stretched her. Even through the condom, he could feel her welcoming heat and he hissed in pleasure. He kissed her as he held still, fully embedded in her, to allow her some time to adjust to his size and permit himself to take better hold over his control.

Just resting there, motionless he could feel the ripple of her internal muscles as they began to milk his cock. Deiter shuddered as his balls tingled and started to tighten in response. He broke the kiss and drew back so he could stare into her eyes as he moved. Her irises were a few shades darker and he could see the need in them.

Back and forth. In and out.

They moved as one, her body reacting to his in perfect tandem. Gazes were locked onto one another and the world shrank to two individuals.

Him and her. Two halves of the same whole.

When she tightened her legs around him, he got the message. Deiter picked up the speed of his thrusts. Arissa kept up easily.

Faster. Deeper. Harder. Her hips undulated against his driving strokes. He noticed her eyes had fallen shut and Arissa had her lower lip anchored between her teeth.

She grunted in time with each forward plunge.

“Shit,” he moaned.

“Deiter…I…wants…need…”

Her pants and mewls filled his ears as he dropped his head to hers. Arissa sank her nails into his skin with biting force while the sounds she emitted grew louder and louder. She held him tighter with each stroke he delivered and he knew she was close.

“
Fick mich
,” he uttered in German as she came with a rush.

Her cry was muffled when she pressed her mouth into his shoulder. There was no holding back. Deiter ploughed forward like a wild man as her tight pussy worked him. He powered into her five more times before he could no longer hold back. He gave a loud cry as his cock jerked then erupted. He came so hard his body shook with the intensity.

Their sweaty bodies seemed to melt into one as hearts and breathing began to slow.

“Arissa?” he asked in a gravelly voice, trying to move some of his weight off her.

She tightened her arms around him. “Don’t move,” she ordered in a whisper. Her voice just as hoarse as his. “I like how you feel on me.”

Deiter smiled even as he rolled them to the side. “I don’t want to squish you.”

Arissa yawned. “I kinda like being squished by you.” She snuggled closer. “Thank you.”

Deiter pulled completely out of her, removed and disposed of the condom, then cuddled back up to Arissa who had got under the bedding. He held still while she got comfortable against him then wrapped his arms around her and anchored them close. Closing his eyes, he could feel their hearts beating at the same pace and he smiled as his lips teased her temple. With a big sigh, he gave himself over to the quest of Morpheus and followed Arissa Wright into the world of dreams.

* * * *

Later that evening, he was still smiling. Arissa was sitting beside him in the casino at a blackjack table. Almost like they were on a playback loop, he couldn’t stop the images or memories of their lovemaking from moving through his mind. Arissa was an explosive yet extremely giving lover. Even in the shower before they’d come here, she’d responded eagerly to his touches.

He watched her take a sip of her drink. She had a Disaronno and cranberry. Deiter couldn’t keep his eyes off her, which was affecting his playing skills. Arissa was cleaning up and he wasn’t. He got to his feet after he’d lost another hand, moved behind her, and placed a kiss on her neck.

“Be right back,” he whispered.

“Okay.” A small smile was all she gave him before her attention once again returned to the game.

Deiter walked around, stretching out his legs. He was hungry but wasn’t going to say anything for he knew after she was done playing they would grab a bite. And later on, the ship was doing a midnight chocolate buffet. He chuckled as he recalled her excitement when she’d remembered that bit of news.

Deiter went outside and leaned on a railing, watching people below him as they played, visited and more. Most of them seemed oblivious to the magnificent sunset occurring at the moment.

“Blackjack not your thing?” Arrisa questioned from his side.

Looking at her, Deiter was met by a pair of brown eyes he’d become extremely fond of this past week. Not to mention the woman they belonged to.

“How’d you make out?” he asked before kissing her lightly.

Deiter caught her wink in the fading light. “How do you say wonderful in German?”

“
Wunderbar
, I believe would be the word you’re looking for.” Deiter stared at her mouth when she repeated the word to him. The blood headed south as her full lips moved.

“Hungry?” she questioned.

He nodded, at a loss for words. Her question had brought his eyes from her lips and allowed him another opportunity to stare at her dress. It was cream, with a V-neck that gave him a tantalising hint of her breasts. The gauzy material flowed about her as she moved, the hem halting just above her knees exposing her shapely calves. She wore strappy sandals the same colour as the dress.

It was a very nice article of clothing. A fun one. It flirted and teased as well as made him randy as any man had a right to be.

“Let’s go eat,” he said on a low growl.

Arissa kissed him and sent him into another tailspin. He wanted her all to himself, didn’t want to share her. They walked towards one of the elevators to where they were dining. Arissa leaned against him as the car headed down.

“Remind me to stop by the gift shop. I have to pick up a shot glass.”

Tilting his head, he glanced down at her, her gaze was straight ahead. “Shot glass?”

A small chuckle left her. “Yes, for my friend who was supposed to be with me on this trip. She’s an avid collector. There is a wall in one room of her house dedicated to the numerous glasses she’s collected over the years.”

The elevator stopped and they exited.

“Wow, that’s interesting. My mom is into collecting the spoons.” Deiter paused. “What about you?”

“I don’t like clutter so the only thing I have is a lot of plants. Easy to care for and they don’t argue about my hours of work. And a few of them flower.”

“No pets even?” They halted at the opening of the restaurant before continuing inside.

“Oh God, no. My hours at the hospital wouldn’t allow for it. Not and be fair to the animal. By animal I mean a dog, I am
so
not a cat person.”

“Gotcha.”

They were seated and had given their order to the waiter when he noticed her staring off a bit to her left. Following her line of sight, he frowned as his gaze landed upon a decent looking man in a nice grey suit with green accents. As he stared, the man continually ran his hand over his chest and along his collar as if it had grown too tight. Shaking his head, Deiter looked back at Arissa. Her attention was still on the man at the other table. A low rumble of anger and possessiveness began to rise within him.

“See something you like?” he bit off.

Her head snapped back to him briefly before she turned again. From her profile, he could see the furrow of her brow.
Did she recognise him? Was he an ex? Would she rather be with him?
All kinds of ugly thoughts tore through his head and anger was short on its heels.

“That’s not right,” Arissa muttered.

“What?”

“Find a crew member and have them call for their medical staff.”

Her order was issued in such a business-like tone he did a double-take. “Come again?”

Arissa stared at him. “Get some medical personnel in here. Now.”

Deiter watched her push to her feet. A noise and a gasp from other patrons reached him. He stared at the man who’d fallen from his seat to the floor.

“Do it now!” she hollered over her shoulder as she shoved her way through the crowd that had gathered around the fallen man.

Deiter did as she’d commanded then turning back to her, he stared as she performed CPR on the man. Moving closer, her muttered words reached him.

“Come on, man. Don’t do this. Stay with us.”

She was beside him, pumping on his chest when members of the medical team ran in with a gurney. Arissa barely stopped compressions as they rolled the comatose man onto the stretcher.

“Get moving, he’s not breathing!” she yelled as she straddled his waist without a break in her administrations, an act which exposed the firmness of her thighs. And he knew he wasn’t the only man in the room who noticed.