Page 70 of Rescuing Mia
And just like that, it’s done.
My decision feels like stepping off a precipice. My stomach is a whirlpool of anticipation, nerves tangled with a fierce longing. With a deep breath, I straighten my spine and open the door of my cabin.
But Rigel is already there, just a breath away from my door, his hand raised as if to knock. A smirk teases the edge of his lips, and his eyes light up with surprise and delight as they lock with mine. It’s as if a current zaps through the air, undeniably electric, connecting us.
The unspoken truth thrums between us like electricity.
“Rigel?” My voice barely rises above a whisper, but it cracks like thunder in the silence between us.
His presence fills the hallway as if he’s the only thing anchoring me to this moment.
Everything else fades.
There’s just him, me, and the crackling tension that threatens to consume us both.
No past regrets.
No future worries.
Just the two of us and the pulsing air of anticipation that wraps around us, urging us closer.
His gaze meets mine, stormy eyes that pierce right through to my soul. In that look, there’s an understanding, a recognition of the tumultuous emotions churning inside me.
“Seems we’re on the same page,” he says, his voice a husky murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “At least, I hope you were headed my way, not out to the deck but to my cabin.”
A smile spreads across my face, mirroring the smirk on his. The nerves that once fluttered in my stomach now morph into a thrilling anticipation. We’re on the brink of something wild, something uncharted.
Wordlessly, I close the distance between us, driven by a force stronger than reason. My fingers find his hair, pulling him closer until our lips meet in a kiss that ignites every sense.
Nothing else exists—just the fiery connection that binds us, a testament to the leap we’ve both taken.
He pulls me into his arms. The familiar heat between us reignites instantly as our lips crash together in a hungry and urgent kiss.
In one swift motion, he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his hips and feel the very hard bulge of his cock pressing against me. The intensity of our connection is undeniable, a potent mix of longing and urgency that fuels the fire between us.
With a primal growl vibrating in his chest, Rigel carries me into the cabin, his lips never leaving mine. He kicks the door closed, and it slams shut behind us, sealing our fate for the night.
Our lips crash together, an explosion of need and longing that sends a shockwave down my spine. The kiss is fierce and hungry. Rigel’s taste—salt and storm—is intoxicating and addictive.
“Rigel,” I breathe against his mouth, my voice heavy with desire.
“Mia,” he growls back, the sound vibrating through me. “I’m going to spend all night buried inside of you. Fair warning…”
“What?”
“I’m not a gentle lover, but you’ll enjoy every bit of tonight. Ifyou don’t want this, now is the time to stop.” His eyes search mine for any hint of doubt.
“Never been more sure about anything.” I tighten my hold on him and grind against his erection, leaving absolutely no doubt that I’m one hundred percent on board with this.
“Good.” There’s a promise in that single word—a promise of everything that’s about to come.
Rigel’s eyes lock onto mine, a silent question in their depths. I nod, breathless from our feverish kiss, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
“Ready?” His voice is a low rumble, teasing, laced with the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Yes, please,” I barely manage the words.
“Fuck, but you know how to hit my buttons.” He grins that devil-may-care smirk that first drew me to him amidst danger and deception. Without warning, he tosses me onto the small bed in my cabin.