She jolted.
“Because that’s where my clothes are.” A smile of pure masculine satisfaction spread over his face. “My, you are jumpy with me. I wonder why. I haven’t debauched you in the bedroom, either. We slept like kittens in a basket. Entirely innocent.”
“There’s nothing innocent about that bed,” she grumbled. “You could debauch all the women in the Pacific Northwest in that bed. You probably have.”
Drake tugged at her hair until she looked up at him. “I have debauched no women in that bed. The computer will confirm that I am not in the habit of allowing outsiders into my R&D facility. I do not hand out guest privileges lightly.”
She snorted. “Like I’d believe anything your computer said. You program it.”
“Melinda.” He pressed his thumb against her lower lip. It gave under the pressure and even that little touch fed the electric current of awareness between them. “No questions. I will debauch you very thoroughly in that bed later if I choose, or any place else I decide to spread you open for my pleasure. And you will not be thinking about who else I’ve had or where. You will only be thinking about the way I’m having you. Are you regretting that you agreed to play this game?”
Her eyes had gone dark and vaguely unfocused with desire. “No. Although I might be regretting my agreement to this breather deal.”
“Will you die if I don’t fuck you right now? Say the word.”
She swallowed hard. “I think we should maybe eat lunch. Um. And you should have clothes. Lots of clothes.”
She pulled away from him and turned around as if a glimpse of him naked might break her resolve. “Take a breather. Neutral territory. Clothes. This is a good plan.”
Drake didn’t answer. He simply walked past her, naked, and he didn’t rush. He let her get a good, long look. And he left her no choice but to follow behind him and continue to look her fill or close her eyes and take a chance on running into a wall.
He heard her very clearly from behind him.
“This plan is so doomed to fail.”
Chapter Eight
Once dressed, Drake led her to the kitchen by way of the dining room. She blushed to see the robe she’d worn so briefly still draped over the polished tabletop like a white flag of surrender. “Geez. It’s still there.”
“Yeah. Hell of a trophy. I’m thinking of having it mounted and hung on my wall.”
She sighed. “Might as well. You already mounted me.”
“And don’t think I’m done yet.” He rubbed his knuckles along the line of her jaw. “But get your mind off of sex and pay attention. Here is a kitchen of wonders. Even you could be a culinary success in this kitchen.”
It was odd, but Drake wanted her to be impressed. Hal was the brains of the house, but the design, the subsystems and waldoes Hal controlled, it was all his creation. Jesus, he was showing her his etchings and he cared what she thought. Pathetic. Next he’d be wanting her to approve the new graphics and soundtrack for Wyvern’s Quest’s next release.
It was her damn brains. She was smart, she was sensitive and responsive beyond his wettest dreams, and if she didn’t like his work, he would feel like he’d somehow failed.
Maybe the kitchen was a bad place to begin. Maybe it was giving him ideas. Inappropriately domestic ideas. This woman was not for him and he knew why even if she didn’t yet. Maybe if his life was simpler, maybe if he’d met her under more normal circumstances…but he’d met her under a cloud of suspicion and he had Hal to think of. Protecting Hal was his priority.
Not that she was likely to understand or forgive that. Better to keep them both strictly within the bounds of their agreement. Take everything he wanted from her physically, get her out of his system, send her home.
Just not yet.
“Drake?” Melinda was looking at him as if she’d been waiting for an answer for a while. “How does it work? Do you have a replicator wired up in here or what?”
“No replicator. Just a microwave tied to the central computer system with some extras.”
Hal made lunch with the aid of various-sized waldoes and she watched the show with wide eyes. Drake watched her and mentally stored away her awe, her obvious delight in something he was responsible for besides her orgasms.
“This is so cool. It’s like the sorcerer’s apprentice, kitchen utensils marching along doing all the work. Women would kill for this. It’s too complicated and expensive to mass-produce, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Her enthused pleasure in his invention was irresistible. Drake kissed her very slowly and thoroughly. When the microwave beeped, her eyes were heavy with passion and her lips were swollen.
“Ah, saved by the bell.” Melinda blinked slowly and then grinned at him. “I really do think we’d better eat. I wouldn’t want you to faint before you’re finished with me.”
“Give a woman multiple orgasms and she gets lippy.” Drake scowled at her. “Don’t forget who’s in charge.”
“You are, oh masterful one. Lucky me. Now let’s eat.”
Her good humor was contagious. By the time they’d finished eating, she was relaxed and at ease with him again and he found himself feeling equally relaxed.
After the kitchen, he showed her the home theatre system.
She proclaimed it amazing, eyed the reclining leather seats and the popcorn machine, and investigated his selection of titles.
“No movie watching just now. This is a tour.” He tugged her away and continued on a leisurely tour of the house that included all his personal areas and ended in the room he thought would please her the most.
He wasn’t disappointed.
“A planetarium. Drake, you have a planetarium.” Her voice sounded as hushed and awed as if he’d presented her with a holy shrine.
“And there’s more.”
“More?” Disbelief was plain in her voice.
He slid an arm around her waist and led her onto a walkway that went out into the center of the dome. It was like walking into space, with a display of the night sky all around them. The walkway ended in the center and he wrapped his arms around her. “Kiss me,” he commanded.
Melinda raised up on tiptoes to touch her mouth to his. The resulting slide of bodies made the kiss more than a mere brush of lips. Drake tightened his hold on her and took them both over the platform, free-falling into space while the electric rush of their bodies meeting hummed through them.
Her gasp was caught in his mouth. And then they landed in the netting and hung there together while the stars and planets wheeled around them.
Drake rolled onto his back, bringing her on top of him while he deepened the kiss. “Have you ever made out in space?” he murmured against her lips.
She laughed, a delighted, happy sound. “No. Am I about to?”
“Yes.” He bit her lower lip and tugged, just enough to make her breath catch at the erotic teasing. “Nobody’s looking.”
It was all the warning he gave before sliding a hand into the robe and plucking at a soft nipple. “Do these still taste as good as I remember? I think I should find out.”
A shudder went through her. Drake lifted her, sliding her up to let him dip his head inside the opening of the robe and close his mouth over the bud that tempted him. He sucked hard and she gasped.
“Drake.”
“Sweet.” He licked, teased, sucked, then let her turgid nipple slide out of his mouth. “The last time I did that, you didn’t know what it felt like to come for me. But I knew you were so sensitive there that I could make you come from stimulating your nipples and your sweet little tits alone.”
Her breath was coming harder and faster. “This is not pushing me sexually? Giving me a breather?”
He drew her other nipple deep into his mouth and gave it equal treatment. “It’s foreplay. I figured you were entitled. And I figured if you were in danger of dying if I didn’t fuck you ahead of schedule, you’d let me know.”
Her laugh was nearly a sigh in the starry night. “I
trusted you to play by the rules, but I forgot you wrote the game.”
“Don’t forget.” He raked her with his teeth all the way down to her belly. “I play to win.”
“Well, you’ve won me.” Drake heard a rustle of fabric in the dark as the robe slid away. Melinda rested on him, naked, and tangled her fingers in the wiry chest hairs that poked from the opening of his shirt. “I always seem to be naked while you have too many clothes on. I want to touch you, Drake. I want to feel your bare skin against mine.”
“Then take them off me.”
She didn’t need a second invitation. She was clumsy in the dark, unfamiliar with the mechanics of undressing a man, and it made him as hard as granite. The shifting net underneath them didn’t make her task any easier. He gave her some assistance, moving when necessary, but let her take the lead. He found her urgent, forceful motions more arousing than practiced grace would have been. Her hands explored the expanse of male flesh she’d uncovered with an air of curiosity and fascinated discovery that made him burn with a white-hot urgent lust. Her lips followed her hands and her silky hair trailed behind everywhere she went in an unbelievably erotic caress.
“You are about to make me embarrass myself for the first time since I was a teenager,” he growled finally.
“How? Oh!” Surprised comprehension filled the second syllable. Melinda was silent for a minute. Then her hand closed around his hard shaft and stroked the length of it, testing. “Drake—”
“You sound like you want to ask me something but don’t know how.”
“I want—can I—I mean, now?”
“Be specific. I am going to lose it in about two minutes. Where do you want me to come—in your mouth, your hand, on your tits, or inside your pussy?”
He felt Melinda shudder as the explicit words had their usual effect on her. They had a potent effect on him, too. What would she choose?
Her lips touched his penis in the darkness and he nearly came out of the netting. Her tongue slid over his head and tasted the salty fluid seeping there. She licked the length of his cock and touched his balls with her hands, uncertain. “They feel sort of tight,” she said softly.
Drake closed his eyes and fought against the impulse to turn feral on her. He had promised her the chance to orally experiment on him and while he didn’t believe there was a hope in hell she could go all the way through with it, he owed it to her to get a grip on his primitive reactions and give her her chance.
But she was killing him. The tentative, exploring attentions of her hands and mouth on his cock were going to push his control to the limit. He wanted to come while her lips ate him up, pour himself down her throat, thrust himself into her mouth while she took him as eagerly as she’d taken him between her thighs.
He breathed deeply and answered her. “That’s because I’m about to come. Put your mouth on me and suck while you hold them.”
She did. Her lips enclosed his head and she sucked at him the way he’d sucked at her nipples. Her hands cupped his balls, feeling the weight and texture of them. The combination of her hungry mouth and curious hands tipped him past the point of no return.
“If you can’t swallow me, then I want you to slide your mouth off when I start coming and rub my cock on your tits,” Drake ground out. “Can you do that?”
Her head bobbed on his hard member in a nod that nearly destroyed him with pleasure. “Good girl. Suck hard, now.”
She did, drawing him into her mouth deeper than he expected and tonguing him at the same time. His orgasm began to surge up through him and into her. Knowing that she was tasting him undid him. Her tongue swirled against him, tasting the unfamiliar flavor and texture, and her throat and her mouth worked simultaneously. She was actually doing it, sucking him off.
Drake abandoned all control, fisted his hands in her hair, slid his cock into her mouth as far as she could take it and gave himself up to her.
When he stopped spasming, he stroked her hair and encouraged her to continue with his hands. “Go on. That feels good, so damn good. Your mouth is so hot. You can take more of me into your mouth now if you want to.”
She definitely wanted to. She drew him in deeper and worked her tongue all up and down him as if she was wild for the taste of him.
Drake tugged her sideways so he could reach more of her while she filled her mouth with him. “I want to touch you while you suck me until I’m hard again,” he growled softly. “And that will take about thirty seconds because you are so damn gifted with that mouth.”
He found her nipples and set about building her orgasm, laying the base for it the way he’d build a fire with logs, the spark, the first hot, hungry catch, the spreading burn and finally the intensity of heat that meant conflagration.
He made sure she was ready, and then he drew her down on top of his erection. “Take me inside you.”
She slid along him until she found his head with her opening. She was hot, slick, swollen. He slid inside slowly. She sheathed him inch by inch until he was seated fully inside her and she was seated fully on him.
They came together under the Horsehead nebula. The cold of space an illusion around them, the heat of desire burning between them like the desert sun, and the moment when they locked together fully brought them home.
Drake knew in that moment that nothing would ever feel so right again in his life. She was his perfect fit, the missing half of himself. And he knew finally what it was that he wanted from her, what only she could give him. And that it would never be his.
He wanted to possess her body. He wanted her open response with nothing held back. He wanted her heart and that was bad for both of them because he was going to break it.
He gripped her hips hard and kept her from moving.
Melinda rocked against him, fighting him. “I need to. Drake. Let me.”
“No.”
He had to make it last, had to keep her there as long as he could. He wanted to burn the memory of her body joined with his into his soul. He wanted his atoms to shift and absorb the essence of her so he could keep a part of her with him always.
“Drake.” She was shaking with need.
“Hush.” He pulled her down to lay on him and pressed her hard against himself, cradling her pelvis with his and giving her some of the pressure she needed to ease her with the shift in position. “Lay with me. Hold me inside you as long as you can.”
But she was already rippling around him, even without the fiction of their bodies rocking into each other. “I can’t. I can’t stop,” she gasped out.
“It’s okay, baby.” He thrust up into her, feeding her pleasure, letting her pleasure feed his soul, and he came with her in a burst of ecstasy and loss.
She lay panting on his chest in the aftermath. “Ah. Sorry about that. Being too quick is supposed to be a guy problem. It’s your fault, though, it’s been more than eighteen hours since you were last inside me.”
“Been counting the hours?” Drake stroked his hands through her hair, enjoying the play of silk through his fingers.
“Yes. I expected to you to spread my legs twice before noon at the rate you were going. You threw me with the pause. I was sort of wound up for it.” Melinda nibbled at his chest in the darkness. “Mmm. You taste good.”
“I taste good all over, apparently.” Drake smiled his satisfaction at the unexpected pleasure she’d given him. “When I’m an old man, I’ll remember your mouth on my cock and feel young again.”
“When I’m an old woman, I’ll remember your mouth between my legs and blush.”
He traced lazy patterns on her back and shaped his hands over her curvy ass, grinding her gently against him. “I’d better do that again. In case you get senile and forget the first time.”
Melinda giggled in the computer-generated night. “What a weekend. Two thousand and one orgasms, a sex odyssey.”
Then she propped herself up on top of him. “Huh, Arthur C. Clarke. That’s who I was thinking of earlier today, the writer who said that any suf
ficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Your magic coffee dispenser made me remember that quote.
“Which is weird, because Hal Clarke is the reason we met. He’s some friend Ryan met on one of the Wyvern’s Quest game servers and he told Ryan where he could find the new prerelease version and…”
Her voice trailed off in the darkness but Drake didn’t have to see her face to see the chain of thoughts connecting. When she made the final connection, she scrambled back from him.
“Hal. Clarke. You. You were on the government artificial intelligence project. Reportedly, the project failed and half of it was stolen. I researched you after your lawyer contacted me because I wanted to know something about the person I was dealing with. You set this whole thing up. But why? I don’t understand.”
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