18 18. Just Who was the Toy, Exactly?

Katelyn was so mad she stormed blindly into their Cabin. Behind her, there was a loud crashing noise as she slammed the door shut. Picking up the compass which lay on the desk she threw it against the wall.

Who did he think he was, that he felt it was okay to aggravate her so? Bastard! She cussed at him, using the word she had heard her brother use as a child. Asshole! She said it again. She was so mad her hands were shaking as she stripped off her clothes.

She could feel every touch, every bit of heat, lingering on her skin still. It made her ache in a way she wasn't familiar with. The force of the sob that tore from her throat from frustration brought her to her knees. There was a dull ache in the pit of her stomach she couldn't relieve and it only served to fuel her anger.

What was his problem? Was she not pretty enough? Was it some form of a sick game to him? Try as she might she just couldn't understand. And the not knowing was worse than the pain she felt in her body from the absence of his touch.

She had been right to avoid him. But fatally wrong to allow her guard to drop. At this moment, it was all she could do not to charge back into the mess hall and...what? Kiss him? She blinked. There was no way she could do such a thing right?

She blushed then just thinking of it. Even if she wanted to, there was no way she could. She didn't even know where to begin!

For a brief moment, her mind reflected on the way he kissed her. Her lips puckered as she tried to imitate the way he had previous suckled and nipped at hers. She ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth, desperately trying to duplicate the experience. She had never kissed a man before, except him, so the idea of trying to do was completely foreign to her.

As she did so, her hand began to make a trail down her neck and body, much the way his mouth had. She was utterly lost in the moment, having forgotten her purpose she moaned softly again. Startling herself with the sound of her voice.

After a few moments of doing this, Katelyn was in no better shape than when she entered the room. Apart from being even more aroused than when she started, she felt like an utter idiot. Realizing the foolishness of her actions, she flushed a deep pink color.

The tears of frustration and embarrassment began to pool in her eyes once more as she reached for another of the implements on the table. That too landed against the wall with a sharp thud.

Katelyn sighed. This was going to be, yet another, long night.

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Egil's hand cupped his cheek where she had struck him. A small sardonic smile lighting his features again. It appeared she remembered she had claws, after all, he thought

He sighed, reflecting on the mess he had made of things with her. He nearly ruined his own plans for her. How was he going to win her over if he couldn't even control himself? Not that he could blame himself entirely.

He still remembered the way she had clung to his shirt and melted in his hands. His ears would forever remember the sweetness of her voice as she cried out in longing for him. The poor thing probably didn't even know what it was she was longing for, he mused.

It turned out, his little pet was just as passionate in the bedroom, as she was outside of it. The only thing was, how was he to get her there? He had never had this much trouble with a woman before.

He sighed again, turning this time to peer out the porthole at the water. In a few days time, they would be docking and he would take her on land. The men needed a break and they needed to gather fuel and supplies.

He could always join them with the women on shore, there were plenty would have him. The problem was, after getting a taste of Katelyn, he didn't believe another woman would measure up. Even worse, he hadn't even tasted her fully yet.

Egil shook his head as he continued to consider his situation. Who was it here, exactly who was the toy? For all that he played with her, she sure seemed more than capable enough to lead him around by the nose.

After giving it some moments of thought, Egil did the only thing a man in his position could. Stepping out onto the deck he allowed the cold night air to calm his urges. The crew members had settled down for the night, Egil's hand made its way into his trousers where he wrapped his fingers around his shaft gingerly, freeing it from the confines of his pants. His long fingers slid up and down his length while he imagined her, the taste of her lips and her and sweetness of her voice filled senses.

With a loud groan, he came, panting as whispered her name into the dark like a prayer.

Having completed his task, tired but not yet quite sated, Egil made his way to the bridge. There was no way at all he could return to his room, with her there, in his current shape. All it would take is a little proximity to bring down his barely restrained control. And he still hadn't achieved his goal.