Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mal stood in the shower in her cabin longer than normal, washing the grime of Rhage away.
She pressed her hands to the plas-stall and let the water flow over her head. Well, technically it was more mist than water—a water-saving feature all starships utilized—and the water had a faint chemical tang of the water recycling unit that she hated.
But she was clean again. That’s what counted.
With a sigh, she flicked off the spray and grabbed a towel. She’d left Xander glued to a computer console running every known search trying to find any reference to a planet called Technis.
Before her eyes, he’d morphed into an obsessive demon. After ensuring the Centaxian women had gotten away safely and were headed to a friendly planet nearby, he’d thrown everything he had into finding Technis.
Mal dried off, tucked the towel around herself, and dug into her duffel bag for some clean clothes. Clothes that actually covered her. She never wanted to see that tiny skirt again.
Images of Xalla and those poor Centaxian women hit her like a blow. And Trax. Where was he? Was he still alive?
When she turned around, she yelped.
Xander stood in her cabin, watching her.
He’d showered, too. His hair was damp and he’d removed the temp tattoos. He was back to clean-cut CenSec, and stars, he was gorgeous.
She glanced at the door. “I didn’t hear the door chime.”
He shrugged. “I’m a cyborg. I can disable things easily.”
His green-gold eyes were watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch. There was heat burning there. A lot of it. She hitched the towel higher. “Did you find anything on the planet?”
“Not yet. The searches will take a few hours to run.” He started forward.
Mal’s heart was thundering. She felt more like prey now than when the Rahl had been chasing them. “What do you want, Xander?”
“I want to touch you.”
She pulled in a shaky breath. “I—”
“And I want to put my mouth between your legs.”
Stars save her from straight-talking cyborgs. He wasn’t even trying to be seductive, but she was wet in a flash.
With a sudden movement, he grabbed her and carried her to the bunk against the far wall. She could feel the tension vibrating off him. He dropped her and she bounced once, losing hold of her towel. He stripped it away and threw it on the floor.
He studied her, his gaze running over every inch of her naked body until she wanted to writhe. There was an intensity there, burning bright. No doubt fueled by the fear and frustration for his planet, feelings he’d kept bottled up too long.
She wanted to help him find a release for them. And for her own fury and worry.
“You are very beautiful, Malin.” He dropped to his knees beside the bed.
“Your skin is so smooth and creamy.” He circled his fingers around her ankle, then ran his hand up her calf, seeming to marvel at the contrast of his dark hand against her paler skin.
“And you are perfectly formed. Slim limbs, delicate curves.”
“Some men like lots of tits and ass.” At his blank stare, she laughed. “Big breasts and bottoms. Lots and lots of curves.”
One of his palms cupped her breast, covering it. “It seems a waste when just the perfect handful is enough.”
Then, as though the contact triggered something, his hands were all over her body, like he couldn’t stop caressing her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Her legs moved restlessly against the covers. His hands skimmed down her sides, leaving no part of her untouched.
“My systems control my fertility and health, so you don’t need to worry about pregnancy or disease.”
She tried to focus. “I have a Namah implant.” Which protected her as well.
In one of his signature fast moves, he grabbed both her knees and yanked her toward the edge of the bed. She gave a quiet yelp, watching as he nudged her thighs apart.
“I’ll taste you now.”
And without another word, his dark head lowered and he pressed his mouth between her legs.
Malin let out a cry and her hips surged upward. Stars, the heat of his mouth was…wonderful. He licked at her, strong steady laps that were driving her close to climax already. She managed to pry her ten-ton eyelids open. Saw he was watching her, adjusting the pressure of his mouth at her response.
Her thoughtful, efficient cyborg.
“What else do you like, Malin?”
His deep, husky voice ran though her, leaving goose bumps. “Tongue. Put your tongue inside me.”
He followed the direction, stabbing inside her, again adjusting to what she liked best.
“What else?”
She was shaking, riding the fine edge of arousal, the end a shining promise to come. “My clit…clitoris. It’s the most sensitive.”
He licked at it instantly, and she nearly flew off the bed.
“Suck it.” Her head fell back under the onslaught. “Nip it. Gently.” She could barely get the words out.
He’d told her he didn’t follow orders, but he followed hers just fine. A second later, the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her and she screamed.
When she recovered enough she could see, she lifted her head and saw him still kneeling, his cheek pressed against her thigh. His face was flushed and sheened with perspiration. It was impossible to tell from his expressionless features, but she suspected he was immensely pleased with himself.
“That was a truly brilliant experience, Malin.”
A giggle escaped before she slapped a hand over her mouth. She never giggled. “I think that’s my line.”
“Next, I would like—”
When he broke off, his attention focused off in space, she frowned and grabbed his arm. “What is it?”
“One of the searches has found some possible references for Technis.”
Mal swallowed a sigh. “It’s okay, tough guy. Go check it out.”
He hesitated for a second, then rose. “Thank you.”
She took her time dressing, her body still tingling from Xander’s touches. He was enjoying discovering sexual pleasure with her. Stars, and she was too. But she had to remember he would never let it get in the way of his mission. She’d be a momentary experience for him, nothing more.
After taking her time to dress, she eventually joined him in the cockpit. He sat hunched over the console, completely focused, but she sensed his monumental frustration. “Anything?”
He shook his head.
Mal looked at her cousins. “What’s the plan?”
Dathan shrugged. “For now, we’ll head back to Khan and keep trying to locate Technis.”
For the rest of the journey, Mal caught up on some sleep. But Xander stayed at the computer, running searches, wading through data. A man possessed.
Correction—a cyborg possessed.
Several hours later, they were back on Khan. Mal didn’t realize just how glad she was to be home until she strode into the rec area. Dathan was sprawled on a couch with Eos tucked beside him, and Nik sat at the computer console.
“Anything come up on this Technis yet?” she asked.
Dathan shook his head. “Nik’s got BEll working on it now. She’s checking all known star systems.”
Mal sensed rather than saw Xander enter the room.
For a second, she found herself staring at his handsome face, remembering the insane pleasure of his mouth on her. For the moment, crazy or not, he was hers.
“I’ve found no records of this planet in my databases.” Something dark flickered in his eyes. “I also hacked into some older CenSec databases. Nothing.”
She moved to him and smoothed a hand down his arm. He didn’t pull away. “We’ll find it.” She paused. “Maybe the Taskmaster lied?”
“No. I was monitoring his vitals. He was telling the truth. Or at least what he believed was the truth.”
Lala bounded into the room. “Okay, everyone. Dinner’s served.”
Xander’s brows pulled together. “Dinner?”
Mal shrugged. “Hi, Lala.”
“I had the urge to cook a meal to welcome you back.”
Mal had experienced the dubious pleasure of Lala’s cooking before. “That’s really not necessary—”
“No, no. You guys had a hairy time there on Rhage.” Lala did a little twirl. “I wanted to do something to help. A home-cooked meal is supposed to soothe the stomach.” Her lips twisted. “Or the heart or soul, or something. I don’t remember now.”
Xander shook his head. “We have work—”
Lala stopped, her eyes narrowing. “You require food, don’t you, Mr. Sexy Cyborg? Not just engine oil?”
Xander’s tone turned wary. “Yes, but—”
Her hands went to her narrow hips. “You need to refuel after the mission?”
“Yes—”
“All those hard muscles of yours don’t just form themselves, right?” She gave a definitive nod. “You can work and eat at the same time.”
Mal covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her smile. One deadly cyborg versus one skinny, teenaged explosive expert. Right now, the cyborg was losing.
“The guy’s toast,” a laughing voice whispered in Mal’s ear.
Mal spun with a gasp. “Zayn!” She threw her arms around her cousin. “When did you get back?”
“Just now. Heard you guys were having fun without us.” He shot her a grin. Behind him, an athletic blonde stalked up.
“Hi, Ria.” Mal pressed a quick kiss to the former assassin’s cheek. “I won’t ask how the honeymoon was, you’re glowing.”
The other woman grinned. “Yes, your cousin—” her gaze landed on her new husband and her eyes softened “—is a very creative man.”
Zayn winked. “I aim to please.”
Ria leaned into his side. “As long as you only aim to please me.”
“Absolutely, babe. I don’t want to find myself with my throat slit while I’m sleeping.” His face sobered and he looked across the room to where Lala was still yabbering at a silent Xander. “Didn’t expect to find a CenSec here. He’s not going to hurt her is he?”
Mal bristled. “Of course he isn’t. I actually think he’s kind of fond of her.”
A funny expression crossed Zayn’s face. “I didn’t think CenSecs were fond of anything but killing.”
“Right, that’s settled.” Lala dusted her hands off, then pointed to the large, battered table on the far side of the room. “Sit your delectable, enhanced butt down over there.”