by Rachel Clark
Chapter Ten
Sarah woke slowly, the exhaustion of the last few days difficult to shake off. Tee-ani hurried over to her and used several medical instruments to check her temperature, blood pressure, and other vital signs.
“Looks like you’ve made a full recovery,” she said quietly as she tried not to wake Jordan as he slept beside Sarah. Sarah reached out to run her fingers over his face. He had tired shadows under his eyes, but he looked happier that she’d ever seen him—well, except maybe when he was buried deep in her body, smiling into her eyes.
“He’s been here for hours. I couldn’t convince him to go back to his cabin. Maybe you can,” she said quietly. “You can go with him, if you like.”
Sarah smiled up at the doctor. “Thanks, Tee-ani. I really appreciate your help.”
“No problem,” she replied happily. “I suspect you won’t be my only projectile weapon injury on this ship.”
Sarah smiled at the doctor, sensing that she’d missed a lot while she’d been sleeping, but turned to give Jordan a gentle shake.
“Jordan,” she called softly. “Wake up and take me back to your cabin, please.”
He roused almost immediately, his attention on her clear and undivided. His concern melted from his face as he smiled at her.
“You’re looking better,” he said.
“Yep. Tee-ani said I can go if I want to.”
He stiffened slightly, barely masking the pain that crossed his features.
“Of course, I’ll just go check that your ship is in working order and stocked with supplies.”
“You want me to leave? Now?” she asked, shocked that he’d be so keen to let her go.
“Don’t you want to leave?” he asked, his voice gruff, his expression unreadable.
“Hell, no,” she said. “I want you to take me back to your cabin and make love to me.”
He shook his head briefly, but smiled and said, “Yes, ma’am” as he lifted her into his arms.
* * * *
He’d wrapped a blanket around her naked body before they left the medical bay, but as he lay her down on his bed, he opened the covering and gazed lovingly at her.
Carefully, as if she were breakable, Jordan lowered his head and captured her lips. His hand cradled her face as he deepened the kiss. He pressed harder against her mouth as all of the fear of the last few days bubbled to the surface. He felt her hands on him, eager fingers fumbling as she tried to push his clothes off. He stood for a moment as he discarded the rest and carefully slid onto the bed beside her. He’d almost lost her, almost had his one chance of redemption taken from him and he couldn’t wait another moment to claim the woman who was the other half of his soul.
She sighed into his mouth as she pulled his body over hers and wrapped her legs around his middle, urging his stiff cock towards her pussy.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a low, urgent voice.
“You won’t,” she reassured him. When he hesitated, she wriggled against him and whispered, “Roll over, then, and let me make love to you.”
He rolled, holding her carefully as she squirmed onto his chest, quickly aligned her pussy with his engorged flesh, and impaled herself on his cock. They both groaned as he entered her slick channel, the flesh contracting around him even before she began to move. He held her hips, controlling her pace and slowing down her frantic movements.
He loved her then, reverently, like he’d made love to her in the hotel, telling her with his body how much he cared for her. She was the most important thing in his universe and he would never let her go. He rejoiced in his heart, even as her body began to pulse around him, her climax building rapidly, even with the slow pace.
He felt her body respond and his movements grew faster as his own body tightened, sending them both spiraling higher. Soon he was slamming into her, lifting his hips to meet her downward movement as she moaned in ecstasy. Her orgasm broke over her like a wave and pulled his cock deeper into her body. He pumped into her one last time and then held her tight against him as his seed jetted deep into her welcoming body. For the first time in his life, Jordan wished that their joining would result in a child.
Pulling her pliant body higher up his chest, he kissed her forehead softly as her face settled against his shoulder.
“Sarah, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, inside and out.”
She laughed at that. “Well, I supposed you did get to see more of my insides than I intended to show you,” she said, rubbing over the area where her injury had been.
His face turned serious as his hand joined hers.
“I’ve never been so scared in my life as I was when I thought I might lose you.”
She smiled, unsure how to reassure him. They both lived dangerous lives, so she had no way to guarantee him that she wouldn’t die any time soon. But she could promise him she’d be here as long as he wanted her.
She lifted her head to look into his eyes and threw caution out the airlock as she bared her soul. “I love you, Jordan, and I never want to leave. Please tell me we’ll find a way to be together.”
He grinned, kissed her fiercely, and hugged her harder.
“Sweetheart, I want the same thing. I love you, too. Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be.”
She smiled and closed her eyes as she relaxed into his embrace, but then another thought crossed her mind. She levered herself off his chest in agitation.
“The medicine,” she burst out. “Did we get the medicine to the children?”
He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back as he spoke.
“We have a rendezvous point and G’ntriel, her husband, and the new doctor are currently working on modifying your ship so that we can enter the planet’s atmosphere without being detected.”
“Good,” she said, calming a little. “When do we meet Oberon?”
“I don’t suppose I can convince you to stay here while I deliver the medicine.”
She lifted her head and looked at him with such irritation that he laughed and pulled her back into his arms.
“Didn’t think so,” he said. “We leave in a few hours.”
“And then after we finish the delivery, what do we do? Where will we go?”
“I don’t care where we are, as long as I’m with you,” he answered truthfully.
“Too bad we can’t stay here,” she said. “I kind of like the idea of being a pirate.”
“How about being the wife of a pirate?”
She smiled and then kissed him soundly.
“Is that a proposal?”
“Yes,” he said, his eyes bright as he waited for her answer.
“Yes, Jordan. I would love to be your wife.”
“And, sweetheart, about where we’re going to live—a few things changed up here while we were on the planet…”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel Clark loves a great romance.
Born and raised in Australia, she happily lives a romantic story all of her own with her wonderful hubby and precious teenagers and menagerie of perfectly behaved animals…and, well okay, for the real story you'll need to replace romantic with hectic, add mostly before wonderful and you can probably guess about the teenagers and animals.
Seriously though, Rachel loves a great romance.
She loves good triumphing over evil, the hero saving the day, the bitch getting what she deserves, the alpha male claiming his woman and loving her forever…and well the only time that happens consistently is in romance novels. So…Rachel loves a great romance.
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Also by Rachel Clark
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