“Probably not…I wouldn’t have…believed you.” She moaned—a low sweet sound that amused him. Her body was already quickening.
Although their conversation was killing him, he continued to drive his point as his cock drove them both to distraction. “When I brought you to my chambers—only intending to talk to you—I read the hunger in your eyes.”
“So…you decided to use my need…to soften me up…and get the password?” The first shudder of her orgasm racked them both.
Khalim slowed and sharpened his thrusts, angling his hips to glide his cock along the nerve-rich spot inside her vagina. He would deliver her maximum satisfaction. “No,” he said, even as he felt her body convulse. “I wasn’t thinking.” His hips slammed against hers. “When your hands…went straight for my cock…and you knelt on the floor to take me into your sweet mouth…any thoughts of negotiation flew.”
She groaned. “Don’t remind me… This is…embarrassing enough.”
“There should be no embarrassment…when we both are pleased with…where our imaginations lead us.” He shouted then, and his body exploded, his cock pummeling her sweet cunt as his ejaculate bathed her womb.
Dragging air into his starved lungs, he released a short bark of laughter. Never had a conversation been so torturous!
Once again, Andromeda cuddled in his embrace. “If I surrender to you,” she whispered, “I’ll become hunted. I’ll lose everything I’ve worked for—my ship, my reputation. And for what?”
“For us?”
Her head shook in denial against his shoulder. “I’m not so big a fool to believe there’s any us beyond this dream.”
He threaded his fingers through her wet hair and pulled her head back to watch the emotions her face betrayed. Sadness trembled at the corners of her mouth; wariness lurked in her wide-eyed stare. “Where do you think we go after this?”
“You to prison, me to the next job.” Her expression grew closed. “We should go back.”
Andromeda had much to learn. His wounded prey would resist his gentling every step of the way. His head descended toward hers, and she didn’t resist as he pressed a chaste kiss against her lips. Then with a nod, they were back inside the misty shower stall.
Chapter Three
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Andromeda found herself pressed to the metal wall, Khalim blanketing her back. The weight of his cock rested between her legs, nudging her swollen slit. With the memory of her recent orgasms humming in her mind and body, she had to fight hard not to tilt her hips. Oh, how she wanted for him to slide right in…
Being pulled between a wet “dream” and reality was too damn confusing. She took a deep breath and pushed away from the wall.
Khalim kissed the top of her shoulder but stepped away.
With his body calling all her sensually deprived hormones, she knew she needed space. And time to sort out her jumbled thoughts, free from the distraction of his aroused body.
The man needed clothes.
She pressed the button to stop the water, and the door to the stall slid open. “I’d like for us both to get dressed. I need to check my navigation system to see where we are. Then I’ll fix us something to eat.”
She didn’t wait for his response and stepped out. The silent vacuum tucked around the doorway of the stall sucked the excess water from her body. Stepping farther into her cabin, she opened the cabinet above her bed and pulled out a reclamation suit.
“We don’t need clothing.” Khalim’s breath stirred the hair resting on her shoulder.
She hadn’t realized he stood so close and shivered. “I’m cold,” she lied.
“Then we’ll tell life support to increase the temperature. There will be no lies between us.”
Her hands clenched around the black fabric of her R-suit. “How does clothing constitute a lie?”
He gripped her waist and turned her. She let the suit fall to her bunk. Her breasts brushed his chest and pebbled instantly.
His gaze dropped to where their flesh met for a moment, and then rose again. “Your body doesn’t lie about what pleases you.”
She lifted her chin. “And how do you know I’m not simply chilled?”
His hand stroked between her legs, and then he lifted his fingers and glided them across her lips. Without a word, he proved his point. She inhaled the fragrance of her arousal.
How she wished she could reach for her weapons in the cabinet behind her feet. A tap from her electro-stun would wipe the smirk from his lips.
“Besides,” he said, his voice a low purr that only heightened her awareness of the bunk pressed behind her knees, “you wouldn’t have anything large enough for me to wear.”
“I have clothing for you.” Desperate to erect barriers between them, she continued, “There’s a suit my last…partner left aboard the ship.”
“Partner?” His expression grew alert. “Did he share this bed with you?”
“No, it’s too small.” Too late she noticed the narrowing of his gaze. He’d noted her choice of words.
“Then you shared the bed at the end of the corridor?”