“A lottery?
“Hmm. Jackpot!”
“You are very strange.”
“And you. . .are very. . .kissable,” she said before leaning down and ran her tongue over his nipple. He swore he almost saw stars.
“Female—”
“Uh-uh-uh.” She placed a finger over his lips. “When I’m lying naked with you in bed, you have to call me by my name. Say it. Geor-gie. Georgie. It’s not hard to say and I promise you won’t go up in flames. Well, not literal flames.”
She moved in again, running her tongue along his lower lip. Stars! He grasped hold of her hips, determined to lift her away, and yet somehow, he ended up pressing his hard shaft against her, moaning as she pressed her tongue inside his mouth. He rolled them over so he lie on top of her, with his weight resting on his arms.
“You need to tell me to stop.”
“Why?” she asked breathlessly, running her hands over his shoulders.
“If not, I join with you.”
“I don’t want to stop you. I want you to fuck me.”
He blinked down at her, studying her face. “You not yourself.”
“Oh, I am. Having you lying over me with your bare, muscular chest against mine, this is exactly what I need right now.”
He eyed her skeptically. What did she need to do to convince him? Strip him off and fuck him herself? Ooh, that sounded like fun. She moved her hand down to his pants, pushing her hand underneath to wrap it around the firm, hard dick she found.
“No underwear. I like it.”
“Not wear undergarments,” he groaned. His eyes closed, pleasure filling his face as she ran her hand up and down his cock. Fuck, she really, really needed him inside her.
She leaned up and whispered that to him.
“Georgie. You do not know what—”
She broke off his protest with a kiss. She wasn’t used to being this aggressive in the bedroom. To be honest, sex had never interested her that much. She usually gave in and fucked a man when she craved a bit of human contact. But right now, there was nothing she wanted more than Zandar’s cock inside her.
If it would fit.
“It fit,” he replied.
“Whoops. I said that out loud, huh? It is very big. Very hard.”
“Georgie,” he groaned as she ran her thumb over the head, gathered up the pre-cum there, and brought it to her mouth to lick off.
His gaze was caught by her movement, narrowing as he watched her enjoying the taste of him.
“Yum,” she told him with a grin.
“Stars. Do not regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t. I promise. Fuck me, Zandar. Fuck me hard. Fast. Then slow. Soft. I only feel good in your arms.”
It was true. In his arms, she lost all those fears and worries and she could just be. Maybe because she felt safe or maybe because she was so busy thinking about his dick to worry about anything else.
Whatever it was, she craved more.
He started kissing his way down her neck, finding every sensitive spot and nibbling until she writhed beneath him, little cries coming from her lips.
“Oh, more. More, please,” she groaned as he reached the top of her chest. He moved to lie on his side on the bed then lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking on it. Reaching over, he lightly pinched her other nipple. She pressed her legs together as her clit throbbed.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She had never been this turned on in her life.
He leaned up to smile down at her with satisfaction and she realized she’d probably said that as well.
“Something about you removes my filter.”
“Filter?”
“Oh, my mouth. I’m just blurting out my every thought.”
“Thought you do that anyway.”
She snorted. “We’re not all as closed-mouth as you, measuring out each word as though it extracts a huge cost.”
He just grunted, returning his gaze to her breasts. “Beautiful.”
“Hardly. They’re too small.”
“No. Perfect. You. Perfect.”
All right, so he might not say much, but when he did speak. . .yeah, he said the right thing.
“Too thin. Fatten you up.”
And then he went and ruined it. Oh well, she couldn’t expect that to last.
“I’m not a calf to be fattened before slaughter,” she muttered.
He ignored her, moving down her stomach until he reached the top of her mound.
“Um, Zandar, where are you going? Come back here.”
He glanced up with a frown. “You not like?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. It’s more I’ve never had. . .”
His eyebrows rose. “You have not joined before?”
“What? Oh, I’ve had sex.” Shit, why was this so hard to talk about? She could feel the blush covering her cheeks. “I’ve just never had a guy put his mouth on me. There.”
Okay, and now she could die of embarrassment.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Then we try.”
What? No! “What if you don’t like it?” She attempted to pull her legs together. But he was already situating himself between her thighs, his fingers parting her lower lips.
“Oh. I like.”
His face was so filled with heat that she found herself relaxing her legs. If he really wanted to do it, then who was she to say no? She’d just have to lie there and think about something else. . .anything else. . .
“Holy fuck!” she screeched as he ran his tongue along her folds then over her clit. She sat, staring down at him.
He grinned. Actually damn well grinned.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Me pleasuring you. Lie back.”
His voice held a dark command that she was unable to fight against. She found herself lying on her back, her hands grasping the bedding underneath her as he proceeded to lick her, to taste every inch, to push her closer and closer to the edge of insanity.
Her head thrashed back and forth as pleasure swamped her.
“Please, please,” she begged as he tapped her clit with his tongue then ran the flat of it over the tight bundle of nerves.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Make me come! Please make me come!”
“Soon.”
He lightly kissed her inner thigh as she let out a moan of protest. Then a finger slowly entered her and she clenched down, a whole other wave of pleasure washing through her. He drove his finger in and out of her passage as he flicked her clit with his tongue. She reached the peak too soon and he seemed to sense how close she was, the bastard, pulling his tongue away from her clit right at the last minute.
“No! No, damn you!” She slammed her fists down on the bed, giving a tantrum worthy of a two-year-old who’d been told they weren’t allowed a treat.
“Hush,” he told her soothingly. He climbed off the bed and grabbed hold of his pants, pulling them down his legs.
The painful tingle across her skin grew once more now that he wasn’t touching her. She tried to ignore it, though, as he bared his thick, gorgeous cock.
Yum.
She rolled and reached for it, wrapping her hand around the base. She took the tip of him into her mouth, running her tongue over the head, murmuring with pleasure as the taste of him burst in her mouth.
She took him as deep as she could, sucking on him, licking at his dick, loving the feel silken hard feel of him.
“Enough,” he demanded, pulling himself free of her mouth. “Lie on back, legs spread, hands behind head.”
She pouted, glaring up at him for ruining her fun.
“Now.”
“Bossy bastard.”
She should have known better than to turn her back on him. A heavy smack landed on her ass, making her cry out. She turned her head to glare at him.
“Hey! No spanking.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You might like.”
“I don’t like. I don’t like at all.”
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sp; Liar. Liar.
He gave her a knowing look, almost as though he could hear her. She lay on her back, in position with her hands behind her head, trying to ignore the way the slight throbbing in her ass matched the throbbing in her clit.
Damn him. Maybe she had liked it. Just a little.
But she had no intention of ever telling him that. He climbed onto the bed, moving like a deadly, sexy predator. Goosebumps raised along her skin. What was wrong with her? That shouldn’t turn her on, should it? To be stalked like prey.
Oh, you are seriously screwed up, Georgie.
However, even though he might look like a big, nasty predator, she knew that he would protect her with his life. He kissed his way up her thigh and she widened her legs, thrusting her hips up. There was only one place she wanted his mouth right now.
Look at her. One taste of oral sex and she wanted more. One taste; see what she did there?
God, Georgie, that was bad. Then there was no more thinking. Everything fled her mind, her body shaking from her need to come as he played with her, tortured her. He drove two fingers deep inside her. Thrusting back and forth as her breath came in sharp pants.
“Please! Please!” she begged.
“What you need?”
“To come, please!”
“Find pleasure, Georgie.”
She screamed as she came, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as he continued to lightly toy with her clit, licking her, tasting her. When she finally managed to come back down to reality, he was moving over her, his lips glistening with her juices as he stared down at her. She moved her hands, grasping him around the neck and tugging him down to kiss him. She tasted herself on his mouth and she groaned in pleasure as his cock nudged at her entrance.
“Please. Zandar. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“You sure?” He drew back, staring down at her, watching her closely.
She could feel the tip of him inside her, drove her hips up slightly. He groaned, his eyes closing for a brief moment. Sweat broke out over his forehead.
“Georgie,” he moaned.
“Fuck me, Zandar. Please, God damn it, I’m dying here.”
He must have seen something in her face that convinced him or maybe it was the desperation in her voice. Whatever it was, she was just pleased to feel him pushing his way inside her. It was a tight fit. Thank God he’d stretched her first. That spectacular orgasm had eased his way, and when he was inside her, Christ, it felt good.
“Zandar. Shit.” Her breath came in sharp pants. “Move. Please move.”
“Need. Control. Won’t. Hurt. You.” Each word seemed to be pulled from him, tugged from deep inside. She could see the strain on his face. When was the last time that someone had protected her so fiercely?
Probably Annie. . .nope. Not going there. Annie had no place here. Not right now.
“Zandar, I won’t break. Fuck me.” She attempted to reach around and slap his ass.
His eyes widened and he stared down at her. “You spank me?”
He looked so flummoxed that she couldn’t help but grin. “Like it, baby?”
“No.” But he did start to move. And it was fucking glorious.
“And I no child.”
“Believe me, I am well aware of that,” she told him, running her hands over the skin of his back. She encountered some puckering. What was that? Scars? She decided she would look later as he moved faster. Harder. “Baby is an endearment. Oh there! There!”
Shit. She had never come before from just penetration alone. In fact, she could only recall one time where she hadn’t come from her own hand. But she thought she just might fall over that edge again as he seemed to find some magical spot inside her and drove his cock over it.
Again. Again. There.
“Yes,” she screamed as she came again, her pussy rippling around him. He moved faster. Harder. In and out. Until finally, he let out a roar of pleasure. She would have smiled if a wave of dizziness hadn’t come over her, darkness reaching up to pull her into its deep, dark depths.
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“Georgie! Georgie!” Her eyes were shut and she appeared to have fainted. But he searched frantically for her pulse, only relaxing once he felt her steady heartbeat.
Why did she keep fainting? Was it a human female thing? They were ridiculously fragile and delicate. He moved away from her. Then he lifted her gently, placing her down in the middle of the bed with her head resting on a pillow.
She appeared far too pale and thin. He was not taking care of her as he should. She was obviously not strong enough to join with him. And yet, he had been unable to stop himself. The draw between them was almost that of a mating.
Mine.
He closed his eyes and searched for it. Stars! There it was. It was faint. In the early stages. Not strong like a bond between two Zerconians, but it was there. Georgie was his mate. He realized he had known it all along. He had never had a reaction to another female like he had to her. But he had been in denial. He stood and started to pace. Now was not a good time for him to find his mate. He had no home. He was on the run. His own people would likely put him to death if they found him.
No, this was the absolute worst time to find a mate. And why a mate like her?
Human. Fragile. Impetuous.
Brave. Giving. Caring.
He sighed and sat on the side of the bed. Should she not have awoken by now? What was taking so long? Had the bond been too much for her? She needed to eat more. Get up her strength. He stood; he would go make her more food.
* * *
She woke up feeling sore in places that hadn’t felt sore in a long time.
Where was Zandar? Was he waiting for her to wake up? Shit. She’d fallen asleep after having sex with him. She couldn’t remember anything beyond his scream of satisfaction. At least she’d waited until he’d come. Would have been embarrassing if she’d fallen asleep in the middle.
Not that she thought that was possible. Sex with Zandar. . .it was like nothing she’d experienced before. Not only was the man sexy as hell, but he most definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue, his fingers, his dick.
Okay, you need to open your eyes now. You can’t lie here and pretend to be asleep for too much longer.
Especially because she really had to pee. She took a few seconds as she lay there to assess herself. Ache between her legs. Yep. Skin on fire. No.
All right, she’d take it. She opened her eyes, looking around, ready to face him. . .
Alone. Huh. Well, she didn’t know how long she’d been asleep. And they were traveling through space. He had other pressing things to do.
She rolled off the bed and groaned slightly. “I’m going to be walking around bow-legged,” she muttered to Noodle, who was sitting on the bed.
She gave the bathroom a longing glance. Damn, she really needed to pee. Only problem was she had no idea how to find the toilet.
Awesome. The first time she slept with the guy, she fell asleep and then immediately on waking had to ask him how to work the toilet.
You. Are. So. Sexy.
With another moan, she picked up a piece of clothing, recognizing it as Zandar’s shirt. She brought it to her nose and took a sniff.
Stalker, much?
But it was soft and it would cover her up. She pulled it over her head, letting it settle around her. Oh yeah, she liked wearing his clothes. She also realized this meant that he was walking around the ship bare-chested. Yum.
Although it was a little sad that they owned just one pair of clothes each. Maybe at the next port, she could sell something from her stash. Fred’s ring could be a good place to start, even though she had intended to eventually give that back. Now she’d probably never see the other woman again, so it didn’t matter much.
With a sigh, she moved up to the cockpit area, but he wasn’t there. With a frown, she walked down to the door where the food area was. Noodle was following her.
“Hopefully, he’s found something edible,” she said to Noodle as the d
oor opened.
She walked in to find him bent over. His pants were molded tightly to his ass. And what an ass it was. Then he stood and she got a look at the faint scars covering his back. Holy crap. Had someone whipped him? Nausea bubbled in her stomach, but she didn’t say anything as he turned to stare at her.
The intensity in his gaze made her feel a little weird and she shifted from foot to foot. He stepped over to her.
“You okay?” He cupped her cheeks with his hands and she took in a sharp breath at the contact. Part of her had wondered if he would try to pretend that nothing had happened. She wasn’t used to this. Didn’t know how to do the day after. Usually, she just left. No goodbyes, no awkward conversations.
“Look flushed,” he murmured. He ran his thumbs tenderly across her cheeks. She gaped at him. Okay, who was this dude and what had he done with her grouch?
“I need to pee,” she blurted out.
He raised his eyebrows, but to his credit, he didn’t immediately move away from her or give her a disgusted look. Not that she would have blamed him.
Acting like a crazy person here, Georgie.
She shifted from foot to foot. And not just because her bladder was about to burst.
“I can’t find the toilet.”
Was that. . .did his lips quirk up?
“Hey! No laughing at me! This is dire. I really have to go. And yes, I’m aware that right now I am doing the pee dance. I just slept with the biggest hunk I’ve ever met in my life, then I passed out on him, and now I’m doing the pee dance in front of him. This is not my finest moment.”
To her horror, tears welled in her eyes and drifted down her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She didn’t cry. She was far tougher than this.
Harden up, Georgie.
Zandar’s eyes matched hers, widening as he stared down at her. “You cry. Why cry?”
“Because I’m really embarrassed right now. And emotional. And in pain.”
“Pain?”
“I gotta pee!” she wailed.
To her shock, he picked her up and carried her in his arms back into the room where they’d fucked and into the bathroom. Then he touched a panel on the wall and a toilet appeared out of the wall. It was enormous and she knew she’d feel like a little kid sitting on it, but she didn’t care.
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