Ch. 7 Warmer

Reed’s POV

I open the door to my suite. The lighting is ambient, low, and moody. It’s surprisingly quiet from the chaos. All the finishes are modern with a full 360 lookout to the water and a private balcony area just beyond. My suite is the top tier of the yacht with quick access to the captain’s command post above. As I turn the corner I catch a glimpse of the medical team working over Emily.

They are taking vitals, cutting away her dress , putting warming blankets on top of her, and I automatically make myself as useful.

I flick the switch to the fireplace, dial up the thermostat from the wall and I wait. Emily’s eyes are closed as if she’s in pain and she is shivering non stop. It’s killing me to see a woman suffer like this. I’m a fair man, but when it comes to women…. I don’t like to see them suffer. That’s why men go to war. At least in my opinion having served in combat after years of tours. The Norse then pulls me from my thoughts with her voice frantic.

“Her internal body temperature is dropping and her pulse was initially high but is now too low. We need to warm her up quickly. We’re not sure if she hit her head or if she is unconscious from severe hypothermia. She will need imaging at a proper hospital.”

Curly cuts in “ Boss she had more than a few drams tonight”

Everyone is eyeing me and I’m just standing there thinking of what to do. I know what the military taught me. Body heat is faster and readily available. I start taking off my shirt, I kick off my shoes and I undo my belt. I look at everyone as they are shocked and order them out. One nurse hesitated. “I’ll call for you if she gets worse”

I gather the rest of the blankets from my overhead cabinet drop them to the bed, step out of my slacks and slide in to the bed to curl her into my arms.

Have mercy, she feels like ice. I quickly begin to work. My hands creating heat by using friction over her shoulders, her back, and even her thighs… I can’t help myself from having impulsive thoughts. Ever since I saw her in the garden. I just wanted to keep kissing her and take her right there against the brick wall. Fuck, I’m so hard just thinking about her. I can’t help it now though. Her skin is too soft, her dark hair is wild as it’s drying , and her lips look pale. Like they need to be warmed up too. I lick my lips with my eyes locked on her, I’m now holding her body firmly against mine on her side. My legs are wrapped around her. Holding her in place and my one arm is under her and the other is resting at the small of her back. Just where I can feel her body start to curve. Her skin still cold but the core between us is getting warmer….. I could have been a gentleman had I not decided to be the solution to a problem right here, right now.

“Reed. Water. Cold.” She’s shuttering with her words rambling. The first sign of consciousness. Pulling me back to being the solution I desperately want to be right now.

“You want me to warm you up sweetheart?” I ask sweetly. Waiting for an invitation to pounce. My heart is thudding so fast at the excitement. She’s barely coherent, I should have more control of myself but she needs this. I just need her to say yes.

“Please, soooo cooooold”

I don’t even hesitate. I press my lips against hers fiercely. Claiming every lush bit into my mouth, parting her lips with my tongue. Tasting her. My hands are tugging at all her cold spots and she moans as I grab her ass. I clutch just below at her thighs swinging her beneath me so I’m fully mounted on top of her. The space between us is getting warmer and she’s starting to kiss me back… finally. I grab at her neck holding her captive in my hands, sucking her lips, trailing my tongue down her neck, and I can feel her lift her body up into me. She’s so responsive to my touch. It’s killing me. I keep working over her with my hands creating heat where her body shivers. The curve of her hips. The back of her thighs as I fold her legs around me. I can practically feel the heat dripping off me at this point. I place her arms above her head locking her hands in mine. She looks at me suddenly “Reed-“ my lips tumble on top of hers again. This time with need.

“Tell me what you want kitten” I say between claims. Nibbling at her bottom lip and trailing off to her ear “just say the words and you’ll be warmer in no time”

She doesn’t even hesitate, she keeps kissing me back fiercely. More fierce than the garden, like she has been holding out for me only consumed by want. The blankets are swarmed around us like a furnace my legs nudging hers apart.

My hand slides down her thigh to find her core. I trace it as she bucks up into me over and over with need. It’s a damn pool of heat between us. Her heat. Her core is slick, and I can’t help but twirl my fingers at her nub as she purrs moans for me and claws at my shoulders. Panting for more. I can’t let her drown in pleasure yet. I want her completely out of control for me.

Panting harder. And harder for me.

“Oh god please” she barely audible.

“Just like that sweetheart” I whisper into her ear as I start to pry my fingers inside her. She’s moaning a low hum that makes my hardness sore with want as my hands claim her.