Steaming Desire - Melissa Young

Chapter One - Kiara

My eyes traveled over the horizon, landing on the strip of land where my target lived.
The bright sun hung high on the light blue heaven, littered with tiny clouds. My Jamali enjoyed the warm wind, closing her eyes to revel in the feeling.
Our ship moved with the wave that hit it, and my shoe slipped a little on the wet deck. Cold fingers grabbed the railing harder and the very tip of my fingers became a peachy cream color. The red hair on my head gave in to the wind and swirled around my face in quiet strokes. I filled my lungs with the fresh air and let my eyes roam the big port where we were going to set sail.
"Kiara," somebody yelled somewhere behind me. I took another deep breath before I turned to him, careful not to slide on the slippery floorboards.
"Yes, Casper." He didn't bother answering me since I had already begun my task. I walked over to the ropes that were tied in hard knots at the hook in the deck. Grabbing it with my left hand and using my right hand to hold myself up to not fall. It had been raining all night and the already rotten floorboards softened further by the heavy rain, making them slippery as butter. I flung the rope around the dark brown hook until it was almost loose.
I stood on firm feet to get the balance and strength I needed to complete the task. My frozen fingers grabbed the thick rope in both hands and loosened it in a familiar motion. It stung in my palms and shoulders when the rope let loose from the hook and flung up in the air. The sail gave in to the wind while trying to escape my grip. My feet pushed me forward when I tried to step back, and the wind bit my cheeks.
I took a firmer grip on the rope and stepped behind a wooden plank that had been placed there just for this purpose. My feet locked themselves behind the steady build. I used all the strength in my shoulders to bring the rope to me. The sail fought against my fingers while I forced it toward me.
The wind let up a little and I took the opportunity to pull it tight against the mast. It hugged the wooden pole with a beauty that was astonishing. I secured it around the same hook on the floor as before and sat down to breathe. The others worked on their things, and I looked around to see if anybody needed help. Everybody looked to be on our schedule, so I decided to go change instead.
I forced my stiff, shaking legs to carry me toward the down swinging door, and I flung it open. My shoes clicked with a satisfying sound against the hard floor inside the dry hall. Ignoring my heavy breathing and trembling hands, shaking as I pulled off my high boots with my heels. I swallowed the metallic taste in my mouth and walked into the shared cabin. We were not too many on the ship, not nearly enough for all the tasks, but we handled it quite well.
My ass pressed against the flimsy fabric of my hammock where I slept. I massaged my sore feet, and enjoyed the ship rocking me back and forth. I got past the seasick phase a long time ago, and now I found comfort in the soothing swing. The soft waves crashed against the rock-hard hull and the sound echoed throughout the entire ship. I heard the doors fly open again and slammed close in an immediate rush.
"Are you ready?" It was James' voice that traveled through the hallway and into my cabin. He breathed in, and I could almost hear the sharp pain in his throat that he had been complaining about for a week. My Jamali rolled her eyes, and I allowed a smile to take over my face as the creature inside me did exactly what I thought she would.
"Yes, very," I responded, my voice reeking of sarcasm. I had nothing against James, other than the fact that he was an asshole that had nothing to do on this ship in the first place.
He chuckled and the clicking of his shoes reached my ears as he walked toward me.
I let my foot go and stood up. My soft and thick stockings produced small thuds to the floor as I made my way to the thin drawers that we stuffed our clothes into so that they didn't fall in our faces when we slept.
I took a firm hold of the knob stuck to the drawer and pulled it outwards. It made a screeching sound that burned in my ears.
Pulling it out to the maxed-out length, it produced a loud thud. When I looked up, my eyes focused on the man in the doorway. James was leaning against the door frame with his muscular arms crossed in front of him. I rolled my eyes and started to look through the drawer. My fingers trembled when they rumbled through the neutral colored clothes in front of me. I took a thin, reddish-colored tank top between my fingers and felt it for a second.
"Do you know what we are even doing there?" His deep voice cut through the calm air. I sighed and picked up a pair of clean pants. The gray pants were wrinkled and matted, with small holes on the thighs.
I swallowed hard and wondered why the Captain had still not told the others what was going on. This was the biggest mission we would ever get, and he didn't even bother to tell the others. The one reason I knew what was going on was that our captain had gotten shit-faced and, on accident, told me while we were fucking. My eyes roamed the cabin with lazy visioning without answering his question.
Making a decision, I let the clothes go, they fell back into the drawer, but I didn't bother closing it.
I walked over the deck to the captain's cabin. Everybody stopped doing whatever they were doing and watched my quick steps toward the room that everybody feared. My breathing became small clouds of smoke as I held my arms crossed over my chest to stay warm. The two-sided doors flung open and produced a loud thud when they crashed into the wood behind them. "See who is here to pay me a visit. What are you doing here, Kiara?"
I looked around in confusion, if he was in his usual place, there was no possible way for him to see me. I could not find him in the small space before his cabin panned out, so I continued to walk further into his space. He stood by one of the big windows, leaning to the edge of it, as I suspected.
His eyes were fixed on the land outside the window. My confidence wavered when he turned his glorious blue eyes to me. They pierced right through me and I opened my mouth to speak but closed it again. He sighed and pushed a hand through the loose, brown curls on his head. Taking two long steps toward me and pressing himself to me. I looked down and focused on the cracks in the floorboards while trying to remember what I was going to scold him for.
"How did you know it was me?" My head lifted to look at him. I bit the bottom of my lip while I continued to attempt to remember what I was mad about. A wide grin formed on his lips and he showed his pearly white teeth. He tipped his head to one side and arched an eyebrow. He was dressed in the same outfit that he wore most days. The long black jacket matched his black boots by the small red details on both. He wore a flowy, white dress shirt, thick belt, and, of course, his classic hat. It had three corners and fit with perfection on his head.
"I feel such a strong connection to you, the mere presence of you drags me toward you." The corners of his mouth dipped casually, and he looked up to the ceiling. "And, you are the only one who dares to burst in here like that. Speaking of your bad behavior," he smirked and pressed his hard, covered erection to my stomach. He didn't finish the sentence, he didn't have to. Before I could answer, he leaned down and pressed his soft lips to mine. I let my hand drift up to his shoulder and down his bicep as our lips massaged each other. The kiss cleared my mind and I remembered why I had burst in here in the first place. I pushed at his chest with both my hands, and he stumbled backward.
"What's wrong?" His eyes were filled with concern. I dragged the back of my hand over my lips to annoy him.
"No," I yelled with authority, "I talk, asshole." He arched an eyebrow and leaned back against his robust, mahogany desk. His thick fingers closed over the edge, and he pressed his butt to it.
"All right, I am listening." I started to pace the room, one part because I felt useless just standing, another part because it helped me think but then again, a third part because his eyes on me made my body tremble with nervous energy. I cleared my throat and cracked my knuckles while taking a deep breath.
"Okay, fucker." I was the only person who got away with talking to him that way, and I was abusing the privilege to the absolute max. Or, I was getting away with it now. "Why have you not told anybody what we are doing here?" He shrugged and crossed his ankles. I was starting to grow impatient by his casual attitude.
"You need every single person on this ship if this is going to work, and you have not even prepared them?" My blood was boiling by this point. He opened his mouth to speak, but I took three quick steps to him and pressed my pointer finger to his plump lips. "Shh." It was a fast sound, but it made a slow flame ignite in his eyes. "You should have told them weeks ago." I dropped my hand and crossed my arms over my chest.
He looked at me with mischief, opened his mouth just half an inch and dragged a thumb under his lower lip. "Can I talk now?" I extended an open palm to him, inviting him into the conversation with the gesture. "You look cute when you are bossy." He lifted one eyebrow the absolute slightest and gave me a slow smile.
I clenched my jaw and stared into his focused eyes. "I am not going to tell them, and that won't change just because you burst in here and try to go all bossy on me." He pushed away from the desk and stood in front of me. Leaning down to my ear, he brushed his lips to my lobe.
"You are going to pay for that, by the way." A pleasant shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to give in. At least not before I had my answers.
"Why?" He shrugged again and leaned back. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and slithered his fingers around both my wrists.
"Because you misbehaved."
"Not that," I sighed and let my own hands free. "Why won't you tell them?" He wetted his lips and lingered with his mouth open. He seemed to think about the answer before he sighed deep in his hard chest.
"We are going to let you off here." He studied my face with still eyes. I opened my mouth to refuse, but he pressed a long sleek finger to my lips, just like I had done before. "Shh." It was the same tone that I just had. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, but kept quiet. "Not so fun, is it?" he mocked me.
He went through the plan in explicit detail and when he was done I just stood there. My feet had been planted so deep in the floor that they might as well be frozen to the spot. "Right now?" My voice sounded clogged up and pained me as it scraped against the sides of my throat. He took a hold of my arms like he was scared that I was going to fall and nodded.
"I am going to tell the others everything they need to know, but you still need to do the biggest part." My eyes roamed the floor and small whimpers left my mouth. I pressed my lips into a tight line and looked into his beautiful but worried eyes, so deep and worth drowning in. A word caught in my throat and an unpleasant feeling crept up my spine, stage fright? "You are going to do this amazingly, I believe in you." He let the back of his knuckles travel around my cheek before he allowed his hand to fall.
"I will see you here tonight?" My tone was steady now, controlled as the plan was laid out in front of me. I grabbed his cock in a soft fist through his pants, and I could feel the size increase in an instance, desire thickening the air. "And I will take care of your problem." He leaned forward and reached for my face. I spun out of his grasp and away from the kiss.
"You are going to pay for that, Missy," he growled behind me.