Knightqueen - Page 73

Clean and dry, she felt a little more normal. She found a silky, white robe hanging on a hook and pulled it on. She brushed her hair, then used several of the lotions and moisturizers she found in the drawers.

Now, she needed to hunt Sten down.

She would not stand by and let him freeze her out. She nodded at her reflection in the mirror. She’d find him and tell him exactly what she thought.

She’d barely taken two steps into her cabin when the door chimed.

She touched the door controls, and found Sten standing on the other side, showered and changed. His hair was damp, and he smelled of something woody.

“My queen—”

She gripped the front of his shirt and yanked him into the cabin.

“Say my name, Thorsten.”

He met her gaze. “Carys.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Since we came aboard this ship, you’ve acted like…like you’ve never touched me. Or kissed me. I hate it.” She threw her hands in the air. “Are you just going to ignore me now?” She poked him in the chest. “Pretend that nothing ever happened between us?”

He stepped forward and yanked her to him, and then his mouth was on hers.

Sten plundered her mouth until she was breathless.

Not touching Carys in front of the others had almost killed him. He lifted his mouth and watched as she licked her lips.

“That’s much better,” she whispered.

He nudged her back until she sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of her.

“I am yours. I will always do what is best for you. Out there, you are the knightqueen. That’s a fact.”

“Sten—”

“But in here, I’m yours in every way. A man who will do everything he can to cherish you.”

She released a long breath. “Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Then rise.”

He stood, towering over her.

“Now strip, my knightguard.”

He unfastened his shirt and pulled it off. Her hot gaze ran over him. The raw appreciation left no doubt how much she liked his body.

He kicked his pants off and was naked before her, his cock rising, thick and proud.

“You please me, Sten. Everything about you.” She jerked her head. “Sit.”

He saw the chair at the built-in desk, unlatched it, and sat.

She rose, all lithe grace. Her robe had loosened, giving him glimpses of her naked body—the curve of her breasts, the slope of her belly. His gut tightened. Her skin was sleek, and she smelled like flowers.

She ran a hand along his shoulders. “I love how broad you are.” Her fingers danced across his chest. “I love your strength.”

He closed his eyes and felt her press a kiss to his shoulder. He shuddered.