Free Cinderella Liberty by Cat Johnson Page B

on the counter.
    He seemed to throw his whole body into loving her. As he'd said last night, this was predeployment sex. She was sure he was putting everything he had into this, and she was willing to give all she had to him on their last night together.
    Crash gripped her hips with both hands and slammed his mouth into hers. His motion into her sped, his breathing increasing along with his stroke. He stiffened beneath the hands she had braced on his arms. She felt the tremor run through him and knew he was coming.
    It was as if he came back to his senses once the initial frenzy was over. His sky blue eyes opened and he watched her face. He stayed inside, pressed deep, making the tiniest of motions into her. Wetting one thumb with his tongue, he reached between them and rubbed her clit, slow and gentle.
    Trish's eyes drifted shut and her mouth opened on a breath as he zeroed in on the spot that would bring her so much ecstasy. Her muscles were already clenching, primed for release, when Crash pressed harder, working her faster. He leaned close and pulled her earlobe between his teeth, biting just hard enough to let her know he wanted to devour her as much as she wanted him to.
    "Oh, God." He let out a breath and she felt the warmth wash over her. "I can feel you squeezing me."
    The sound of his voice, the heat of his mouth against her ear, was all it took. Trish felt the climax start to break over her. Her breath came in quick bursts and she couldn't control the sounds of her pleasure.
    He was still inside her as they both tried to recover, when she heard the bathroom door close. Her eyes flew open at the sound.
    Danny and Dawn were moving around in the other room. They could come through the door any second. She looked to Crash, but he had already pulled out of her and was crossing the small space to toss the used condom in the trashcan.
    Eyes wide, he turned to her. "Your underwear."
    "Oh my God. It's still by the door. I'll get it." Still in the heels she'd pretended she'd needed to change, Trish jumped down, holding on to the edge of the counter to keep from twisting an ankle.
    While Crash was busy tucking in his shirt and zipping his pants, she ran as fast as she could to the door. She spotted the incriminating item on the floor right where Crash had dropped it. Trish bent down and scooped up the scrap of lace. She wadded the fabric into a ball in her fist just as the bedroom door opened and her brother came out wearing the expression she was familiar with from their childhood. The one that looked too innocent to be real, which he donned when he'd been up to no good. It was obvious he and Dawn had done something in there. The only question was why the hell hadn't they taken their time tonight the way they had last night?
    "You ready to drive us back to the boat?" he asked, straightening the shirt not so neatly tucked into his pants.
    "Already?" Trish put on her own look of innocence.
    "Yeah, it's getting late and we have to check in early tonight. Remember?"
    "And you want to go out somewhere else before you do." The thought had the acid backing up into her throat.
    Why did Danny's plan bother her so much? The reason moved closer to stand behind her now. Crash. She didn't want him at some strip club surrounded by women who for a twenty dollar bill—or however much a damn lap dance cost—would grind their bodies against his.
    "I'm sorry, Trish, but I promised some of the guys we'd meet them for a drink at a club near the boat. It's no big deal. You and I got to have dinner together and hang out, didn't we?"
    Trish scowled at her brother's lie, or rather avoidance of the complete truth. Crash had told her about Danny's plan to go to the strip club across the street from where the ship was docked. She noticed Danny never had mentioned which club he'd be ditching her and Dawn to go to.
    "We have time to get down there, Zip. It's early yet." Crash stepped closer and she felt his hand on the small of her back, where her