"Got a nice catch there, Lead," some brave soul called out from the bunks at the back.
"Hands off, Kes, or I'll let her loose on you. She's got a punch that'd fell a wild Hasang," he called out in a good mood, now that he had her in friendly territory. That good mood lasted until another of his men rolled off a bunk nearby, naked to the waist and flexing every muscle he had.
His smile faded. "Put it away, Jei, lady's got too much class for you."
The other warrior pouted, but still managed a quick assessing look down the length of Summer's long legs. Roz clenched his fists at his sides, his eyes flashing a possessive warning to the other warrior. If he didn't get the hint, then he’d happily repeat it. With his fists.
When she turned back to look at him, though, he knew she only had eyes for him. Jei made a noise of disgust when he must’ve realized she wasn’t paying attention. Roz turned and gave the preening, posing warrior a look that promised payback. The other man ignored him, his gaze locked on Roz’s little human warrior.
His jacket smacked Roz full in the face. He dragged it off to look at her. She had taken it off…in front of his men. Without thought, he balled it up and threw it at a better target. It hit Jei full speed, cutting off the warrior’s view. He’d wanted to keep her under wraps until he got her into his room, but that plan just got shot to hell.
Standing there on display for everyone to see, she balanced on one leg like some exotic bird, and ran her hand down smooth, satiny skin to slip off her strappy high heel. The room went silent as every man watched her turn taking shoes off into some odd sort of strip tease.
His mouth went dry as she stared at him. Mass chaos would erupt if he didn’t get her into his room in the next few seconds. Except he couldn’t move. She stalked back to him until she stood before him…now three inches shorter than she had been. She rose on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.
“I don’t know which room is yours, so if you don’t want me going into someone else’s…” The little vixen brushed her lips against his ear with every word. His cock jumped with each feather-light kiss as she nibbled a path from his neck to along his jaw. She was playing with fire.
Holding still, he wanted to see how far she’d take it. He should have known better. He bit back a groan as she bit his chin. Her teeth scraped against his skin; seconds later, her lips and tongue soothed the small hurt she had inflicted. Small nips, nibbles and licks blazed a path along the other side of his jaw.
Oh Lady…
The way she sucked on his earlobe painted some extremely vivid images in his head.
She pressed her curves into him, breasts burning him through both her slinky dress and his shirt. He battled his own inner animal, to not throw her to the floor and take her roughly, right there in front of his men. She must have sensed his control slip, because she leaned back and gave him a measuring look.
She pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “If you don’t take me to your room right now, your men are going to get the show of their lives.”
Reaching behind her head, she played with the ties that held the halter top of her dress in place. Pure seduction and challenge shone in her eyes—everything he had ever wanted in a woman.
He’d been wrong. She wasn’t just playing with fire. She was fire itself.
He didn’t reply, couldn’t form one that involved anything as complex as words. A growl in the back of his throat, he wrapped an arm around her luscious waist and simply stepped backward. Shouldering open the door to his tiny room, the only private one on the ship, he claimed her lips again in a torrent of heat, as ferocious as it was passionate.
Her hands were all over him, pulling at his top and trying for his belt buckle. Breaking away for a second, he hauled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.
“Oh no.” He stopped her hands as she started to undo the ties to her dress. “I’ll do that….later.”
For a moment, he thought she was going to protest, but she didn’t. Kicking the door shut, he used his body to drive her toward the nearest stationary object. The desk. She leaned up for another hungry kiss, one he hungrily returned.
Picking her up as if she weighed nothing, he placed her on the desk. As though she caught onto his sense of urgency, her fingers were deftly on his belt. Their hands raced to uncover more and more skin. Wasting no time, he slid his hands up her smooth thighs and parted her legs.
She deserved more than this, but her reactions drove him mad. She tore her mouth away from his to gasp in his ear. “Hurry, Roz…I need you.”
His brain went into meltdown as the world outside the door disappeared. Who he was, what he’d done…who she was…all that vanished. Wedging his hips between her thighs, he forced them open as wide as they would go. All that separated them was the thin fabric of her panties and that of his combat pants. His cock, already hard and aching, throbbed in vicious need.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” he promised, sliding one hand up the silken length of her thigh. The purple fabric of her dress bunched over his wrist as his fingertips found the ties at the sides of her underwear. He chuckled as he kissed down the side of her neck. “Easy access, I like it.”
The knots didn’t last long, and within seconds, the tie on one side came loose. She whimpered, a sexy sound in the back of her throat, and wriggled closer. Panting with need, he eased back an inch and ripped the fastening of his pants open. He couldn’t wait…everything about her called out to him like a junkie needing a fix. The only difference was his vice wasn’t a street drug. It was her.
Released from its confines, his cock sprang free. Biting his lower lip, he crowded her against the desk again, rubbing the thick shaft against her heated pussy lips.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Gripping her hips tightly, he held her in place as he pushed into her. Dear Lady, so tight and wet. Shaking with the effort to not plunge balls deep to the hilt right away, he eased back a bit.
It seemed she had other ideas. Her hands dropped to his ass. Her nails bit lightly as she gripped and pulled him toward her. He hissed at the sting, but loved how she made him feel. Wanted. Desperately wanted. Needed. Her long, strong legs gave him no room to pull back again so he gave up fighting.
Staring into her beautiful green eyes, he drove his hips forward with a strong thrust. He couldn’t tell which one of them had gasped louder as he sank his cock deeply into her. Hot, slick muscles gripped him tight and he lost the ability to breathe.
Leaning forward, he captured her mouth again in a bruising kiss. Long and hot, he poured everything into it. His passion and need, the way she made him feel when she made those sexy little sounds in the back of her throat, everything. Shoving a hand into her hair again, he held her still as he ravished her soft lips.
Breaking off the kiss, he locked his gaze with hers, demanding her attention. “Don’t close your eyes, baby. Stay with me.”
Slowly, more slowly than he thought possible, he drew back until he was almost out of her. Reaching down between them, he located and circled his thumb over her clit.
“No. Eyes open,” he demanded, as she moaned and arched her back. “I want you to see what you do to me. Every…” He slipped his hand free and pushed into her again. A hot, wet ride of sheer sensation. She was so tight he knew she felt every inch of him. “…single thing.”
He groaned as his hips picked up a rhythm and she matched it perfectly. Crowding closer, he arched over her body in an age old display of dominance and demanded her submission. Something shifted inside him as she fell softly back to the hard surface of the desk. An animalistic satisfaction at her surrender. Her eyes darkened with some unnamed, unrecognized emotion as he stared down at her.
So open, she didn’t hold anything back, as though she had surrendered herself into his keeping. How could she do that? What had he done to deserve such trust? Her hands slid over his body again. Capturing one of her hands, he laced his fingers through hers and stretched her arm over her head.
; Rolling his hips, he slid against her sensitive clit, which elicited another breathy moan from her. He moved, she responded. He took, she gave. He played her as if she had been made for him alone.
A primal growl rumbled up from his chest. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he pulled her leg up over his hip and held her there. The move opened her wider to him, so wide she couldn’t have hidden anything from him, even if she’d wanted too. Rolling his hips again, he ground his pelvis against hers, and surged forward once more. Her eyes widened as he slipped another half inch into her welcoming heat.
“You like that, baby? Want me to do it again?” he whispered against her neck, unable to stop kissing her, to stop touching her. He felt out of control in a way he never had before. Rather than scaring the hell out of him as it should, he couldn’t get enough.
“Oh god, Roz, yes…do it again.”
She braced her free hand on the desk, knocking a stack of files to the floor as he drove deep into her core. She rolled her hips, adding a little twist. He gasped as the muscles in her pussy clenched down on his cock, shooting fire through his veins.
She was going to kill him with the things she said, and the way she moved her glorious body against his. He slid into her again, marveling at the way she writhed beneath him in ecstasy.
Holding onto the edge of the desk, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, going harder and deeper. The desk protested as the feet scraped against the deck plating; but it was sturdy and it would hold them. He broke eye contact for a few moments to look down. Her firm breasts bounced underneath the silky purple fabric with each hard thrust.
Leaning down, he planted kisses on the inviting swells of flesh. His gaze continued its downward journey. The skirt of the dress had bunched up higher where he held her leg wrapped around his hip.
Breathing in hard pants, he watched his cock move in and out of the hot, tight sheath of her pussy. The wet noises of his movements were accompanied by the sound of his hips smacking against her body. Seeing his body joined with hers in such a sensually, raw way was a massive turn-on. Incredibly, he swelled even larger.
Lifting his gaze back to hers, he saw her watching their bodies join as well. The sight of her seeing him claim her body in the most primal act between a man and a woman hit him like a punch to the gut—strong and unexpected.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he struggled to hold onto control. So close, a stroke or two more at most. He refused to take his pleasure before he had seen to hers. Driving into her as hard and deeply as he could, he held his hips still. Clenching his jaw tight almost to the point of pain, he concentrated on not coming. His entire body shook. A whisper of sound, and he felt her shift beneath him on the desk.
A warm, soft hand caressed his cheek. Opening his eyes, he stared down into her darkened eyes. Her other hand came up, so his face was framed between her palms. Trapped by her soft gaze, he felt as if she could see into his soul. She didn’t shy away. She didn’t know him, but still, she looked at him as if he could do no wrong. Complete and utter acceptance.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Spread out on the top of the desk like some pagan sacrifice, her hair a golden halo around her head. She took his breath away without even trying.
Lifting up, she kissed him gently. The words she whispered against his lips shot straight to his heart. “Stay with me, Angel…I’m right here.”
Her next kiss was urgent and full of desire, need and urgency filling it. “Don’t stop, Roz…not yet.”
Capturing her lips, his kiss went from gentle to ravaging in the span of a heartbeat, the fire of his passion unleashed with a vengeance. Gathering her close, he cradled her in his arms, holding her tight as he kissed her deeply until they were both breathless.
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop. I won’t let you fall,” he promised against her lips as he gathered her tightly against him. Holding her gaze, he pulled back and surged into her again. So deeply, it felt as if there was no separation between them, as though they’d merged into one being.
He pulled her from the desk, her slight weight in his embrace as he drove into her again and again. His every movement a declaration as he claimed her with his body.
Hers tightened around him until he thought he’d explode as the first tremors of her climax hit. Deep inside her, he felt every spasm as her pussy clenched down hard on his engorged cock, rhythmically milking. A burning flood of liquid heat surrounded him as she came. As her pussy rolled with pleasure, she leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder, her scream muffled against his sweat-slicked skin.
The climax he had held off came screaming back as his balls tightened to the point of pain. He thrust again, once. A final deep thrust. His hot seed flooded her womb with such intensity his vision swam hazily.
Caught in the throes of the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, his hoarse cry joined hers. Her arms and legs wrapped around him with surprising strength, but no tighter than his around her as he crushed her to him.
Locked in their embrace, he felt every tremor as they rocked her slender frame. He nuzzled her damp hair as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers slid over the muscles in his back, lightly tracing the ridges and dips in slow, languorous movements.
Blinking, he cleared his vision and gazed at the beauty in his arms. Her head thrown back, her hair tumbled over her shoulders so the tips brushed his arm. Her lips were bruised, swollen from his kisses, the tender skin of her throat abraded from the rasp of stubble across his jaw. The sight sent a surge of pride and possessiveness through him as he pulled out of her gently. Gathering her in his arms he headed for the bed. She was his, all his.
Chapter Three
Standing in the middle of the kitchen galley, Summer put a pan on the burner and turned it on. Since most of the men were still sleeping, she tried to be quiet. Using the food synthesizer, she searched the menu until she found her favorite breakfast staples. Bacon and eggs. Everything on the universal database could be synthesized in a matter of seconds, no matter what planet it came from. A smile on her lips, she gathered the eggs and bacon. The low rumble of her stomach reminding her she hadn’t eaten since…she didn’t know when. No wonder she was starving. Her smile grew wider. After last night, no doubt Roz would be as well. When he finally woke up.
He’d been sprawled on his back, lying across the length of the bunk, when she’d finally given in and snuck out to find food. The bed seemed too small for his long frame, but somehow, he’d managed to fit. She suspected he was the kind of person who could get comfortable anywhere. Like a cat. In sleep, his face was smooth and peaceful. He looked younger, as if whatever burdens he carried on his broad shoulders were lifted away.
After whisking the eggs in a bowl briskly, she paused to get the bacon. A whirlwind of motion, she hummed under her breath as she cooked. Pouring the eggs into one pan and dropping several slices of bacon into the other, she listened to the welcoming pop and sizzle as they hit the hot metal.
She glanced down and chuckled. She hadn’t wanted to put her dress back on, so she had grabbed what was available—Roz’s clothes from the night before. She had to cinch the belt tight to keep the pants from falling down and had rolled up the pant legs. Roz was broad across the chest, but his t-shirt still pulled snug across her breasts. Wildcats do it better. She could attest to that.
Her stomach rumbled as the aroma of scrambled eggs and bacon filled the air. Reaching to grab a pair of plates out of the cabinet, she jumped slightly when she turned. Several large, heavily tattooed men stood silently on the other side of the counter.
“Um, hello.” She offered a smile as she laid the plates out. “Nice morning, isn’t it?”
Several pairs of eyes followed her movements as she transferred the food from the pan. She had to admit, as she snuck a look from under her lashes, they were all amazingly put together. Like Roz, his men were well-built with the sort of hard musculature that screamed it had been built someplace other than a gym.
The tallest of them, a d
ark-haired warrior standing at the front of the group, spoke up first. “What’re you making?”
Smiling at him, she answered in a friendly tone of voice. “I’m making breakfast for Roz. Bacon and scrambled eggs.”
The way they looked at the fluffy yellow piles of eggs on the plates made it clear to her they didn’t have a clue what they were. She had heard Roz say a few names last night when they first came aboard, but she hadn’t looked at anyone long enough to put names to faces.
“Scrambled eggs?” The dark, good-looking one asked with a raised eyebrow as he pushed at one of the plates with a strong finger.
Nodding, she busied herself, looking for eating utensils in the drawers. “Yeah, you know…eggs? They come from chickens?”
Frowning, she realized chickens were indigenous to her own planet. Perhaps they had something similar on theirs, but she still looked up when he asked what a chicken was.
“It’s a smallish bird about so big.” She held her hands up to show the average size of a hen. “And it lays eggs. You can eat the chicken, or you can eat the eggs they lay. They’re a good source of protein,” she finished saying as she found a pair of forks.
“What do you mean they ‘lay’ eggs?”
Summer gave him the briefest, easiest explanation and stayed away from the whole “egg coming before the chicken” debate. It wasn’t important.
“They come from where?”
The look of disgust on the faces around her was so complete she couldn’t help it and laughed.
“That isn’t exactly where the egg comes out, but still…”
She was still laughing as she took a fork and stabbed a fluffy bit of egg. Popping it into her mouth, she smiled and tried not to laugh at the looks of horror she was getting.
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