Chapter 10 #3
She shook her head, her cheek brushing against his palm.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never talk this much.
” She stared up into his eyes. “You can say no. I’ll understand.
But if you say yes, it doesn’t have to mean anything since we’ll be going our separate ways tomorrow and will likely never see each other again.
You can forget all about me, as I’m sure you will—”
Crusher leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, taking her breath away. His tongue traced the seam of her lips in a slow line, awakening fire in her soul.
Marta opened to him, meeting his tongue with hers, tangling, thrusting and devouring him in a way she’d never known and would never forget. Her hand slipped up his chest and curled around the back of his neck, urging him closer.
He came down on the bed beside her, gathered her in his arms and deepened the kiss as his hands swept over her back down to her bottom, pressing her body against his.
The hard evidence of his own arousal nudged the juncture of her thighs, sending electric pulses through her body, fanning the flames burning at her core.
When he broke the kiss and leaned up on his arms, she moaned in protest. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He brushed one of her curls back, tucking it behind her ear.
Her pulse pounding through her veins so hard it beat against her eardrums, she sucked in a breath. “Please, don’t stop at a kiss.”
“Are you sure?” His gaze met and held hers, his eyes narrowing slightly.
She nodded. “I am, if you are.” Her own eyes narrowed. “Don’t feel like you have to. I’m practically throwing myself at you. I’d hate it if you agreed out of pity.”
Crusher laughed and kissed her again. He pulled back just enough to speak against her lips. “Pity is the last thing I’m feeling when I kiss you.”
Heat flooded the lower part of her body, and an ache so beautiful and intense spread from there outward. “What are you thinking?” she asked, half-afraid of the answer but wanting to know his truth.
“I’m thinking of how your brow wrinkles,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “when you’re working a problem.” His mouth moved to brush across her lips. “I’m thinking I could kiss you all night long and never get tired of it.”
Crusher moved lower, flicking his tongue across the pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat. “I’m thinking of how beautiful your legs are beneath that nightgown that has my body tied in knots.”
He moved lower and touched his tongue to the pointy tip of her breast, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the babydoll gown. “I’m calculating the amount of time it would take to get you out of this.” He caught the fabric with his teeth and tugged gently, then let it go.
Unable to get half a breath to enter her lungs with Crusher attacking her senses with words and touch, Marta could only whisper, “One second.”
Crusher leaned back and frowned down at her. “One second?”
Without his body pressing against hers, she could move. Marta grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her breasts and head and flung it aside. “One second.” It might not have been sexy, but it was getting her closer to naked with the rugged SOS agent.
Crusher’s eyes flared as his gaze swept over her breasts. Then he lowered himself further down her body.
Marta parted her legs, making room for him to lie between them.
His mouth captured a nipple, sucking as much as he could pull into his mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat, and Marta arched her back, every nerve in her body screaming for more.
His tongue circled the nipple and flicked and teased the tight bud until Marta writhed beneath him. Then he moved to the other to tease and torture it as well. By this time, Marta was squirming, her body instinctively knowing what should come next and impatient for him to get to that point.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and skimmed them over his bare back, memorizing the hard muscles that flexed and tensed as she moved lower, eventually reaching the swell of his buttocks.
Hell, she’d come this far.
Her hands swept over his tight glutes, cupping through the fabric of his shorts. She paused, her hands going still. “Crusher…Jack,” she whispered.
“Umm?” Crusher murmured with a mouthful of her breast.
“Could we do this sans clothing?” she asked.
“Oh, hell yeah.” He nipped her nipple, causing her to squeak a protest, and then pushed to his feet.
Suddenly bereft of his heat and presence, Marta sucked in a sharp breath.
But when his gaze swept over her near-naked body, she could see the desire in his eyes.
Desire for her. It made her bold enough to reach for the elastic band of her sexy panties, anxious to shed them as quickly as she had the nightgown.
Crusher laid a hand over hers and shook his head. “Let me,” he said, his voice like hot honey, seeping into every pore of her body.
Marta laced her hands behind her head and smiled up at him. “Please.”
He leaned over her, hooked his thumbs into the elastic and dragged the panties slowly over her hips until her sex was exposed to his hungry gaze. After tugging them a little lower, he paused, laid a hand on the juncture of her thighs and cupped her.
Her breath caught and held, her hips rising a little off the mattress, eager for him to do more.
Crusher slid a finger easily into her incredibly slick channel, firing off electric pulses to every nerve ending in her body.
Marta moaned.
Another finger joined the first and swirled inside her.
He dragged his wet fingers up to that little nubbin between her folds and stroked her there.
Red-hot blasts of sensation burst through her every time he touched her there, making her cry out.
His fingers froze, leaving Marta trying to remember how to breathe, while wishing he would never stop.
Crusher leaned over her and sucked her earlobe between his teeth. Then he let go and whispered, “Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” she said on a gasp.
When he started to shift his hand away from her clit, she quickly covered it with her own. “You hurt me by stopping. I’ve never felt anything like it. Please...continue.”
Crusher’s gaze captured hers, one of his eyebrows cocked. “Never?”
She shook her head. “Never.”
His brow dipped. “But you’ve had an orgasm, haven’t you?”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure I believe they exist. At least not for women.”
Crusher laughed. “Oh, baby, we have to fix that.”
“Is it possible?” That ache at her core gave her hope.
Again, his brow furrowed. “Are you still a virgin?”
Her cheeks heated. “No. I’ve experimented.”
“Experimented?” Crusher shook his head. “Making love isn’t a scientific experiment; it’s something somewhat spiritual, to be experienced. It can be beautiful, intense and sometimes funny.” He grimaced. “I’m not a poet. To me, words are inadequate. Let me show you.”
“Oh, I believe you. You don’t have to go to the trouble.”
“Never had an orgasm.” He shook his head. “Your last sexual partner must’ve been an idiot. Nothing is more satisfying or a greater turn-on than making your woman lose herself in her own release.”
His words washed over her, making her more than ready to get started. “Prove your theory.”
His smile spread across his face. “That’s a challenge I can’t refuse.”