Chapter 17 #3
“And leaves no lasting damage to the star-blessed,” he stated, showing his arm. He’d not even needed to dust the part that got hit by the spray.
“I saw the boss gave you an order to relax. What will you do? You don’t seem like the type who can sit still for long.”
“As I recall, we still have a sunrise to see, meaning I might be convinced to lounge in bed.”
“Just lounge?” she teased.
“Well…”
“I’m not tired.” She laced her arms around his neck.
“Are you sure you’re ready, though?” Knowing how reluctant she’d been to be around people only a few days ago, and knowing her past, had him being more hesitant than usual.
“Never been surer of anything. Now, are you going to waste time talking or—”
Her laughter rang out as he scooped over his shoulder and practically ran from the lab to her apartment across the hall.
Once inside her place, he slid her down his body. Her arms looped around his neck and dragged his head down for a kiss.
A kiss that set him on fire. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her so that she didn’t have to strain. Their mouths meshed, tasting and teasing, sensually sliding, parting, allowing their tongues to play.
Never before had a kiss aroused him to the point of throbbing need. He wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes and sink into her. However, he wasn’t a boy who rushed, but a man who wanted the woman panting against his mouth to be writhing and moaning his name.
He sat on the edge of the bed and seated her in his lap, his hands finding the hem of her shirt and sliding under it, stroking the smooth flesh of her back. She proved to be more impatient, tugging at the fabric covering his chest, removing it so she might drag her fingertips over his pecs.
Her shirt came off next, revealing perfect peaches encased in a sports bra. A bra that hit the floor. He would have liked to spend more time admiring her breasts, but the way his mouth watered had him latching onto a pert nipple.
Leila cried and grabbed his hair, back arched, pushing her breast against his mouth. He tugged and sucked, drawing a peak into his mouth, teasing it until it poked hard. Then he lavished the same attention on the other.
Her pants of pleasure had him laying her down on the bed, his hands skimming her flesh as he removed her pants. Her sensible panties had to be the sexiest things ever, and when he stroked a hand over the fabric between her legs, her arousal had already made them damp.
Goddamn. He hungered for her. Needed her.
But first, he slowly dragged those panties down, and she watched him the entire time from half-closed eyes, her face beautiful with passion.
He ran a finger over her labia, spreading them, teasing her sex. Her honey wetted the tip of his fingers, and he couldn’t help but suck it. A teasing taste, as it turned out.
He knelt between her legs, and Leila whimpered when he blew hotly on her. Trembled. A glance at her face showed only need, no fear.
He could resist no longer. He put his mouth on her, nothing more, and yet her hips bucked. He chuckled, and she squirmed, panting, “I don’t know how much more teasing I can handle. It’s been a while for me.”
He impatience matched his own, but first… He licked. Feasted on her honeyed bounty. Flicked and sucked on her clit, until she arched and tried to scream, only she lacked breath.
But he felt her climax and continued to lick, keeping her pleasure on the edge, waiting until she whimpered with need.
Only then did he shove at his pants and cover her body with his own. Her arms laced around his neck, and she drew him down for a kiss. A hot embrace with tongue.
The tip of him poked at her sex, and she shifted her hips to invite him in before her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, drawing him deep, bringing a gasp to his lips as the heat and tightness of her sheathed his cock.
He began to grind against her, a swirling motion that pushed deep and drew a stuttered cry from Leila. The kiss ceased as pleasure distracted. Her nails dug into his back, urging him. He thrust, and she tightened. He rolled his hips and felt her channel quiver.
Their bodies moved together, and just when he thought he might lose it, she came, a rippling, squeezing of flesh that had him shouting as he climaxed.
The intensity of it insane.
The perfection unimaginable.
His love… definitely not in doubt.
He collapsed beside her but drew her close, wanting that intimate connection.
She sighed. “That was amazing.”
“Agreed.”
“Although…”
He stiffened. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
She laughed. “Oh no, you did everything right, but the scientist in me thinks we might have to do a repeat. You know, just to make sure the results are always the same.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
They made love again, and it was just as good the second time.
And the third.
They did get some sleep, eventually, and were basking in the afterglow of their fourth intimate encounter when the sun rose, the rays bathing the room.
Magnificent. And he didn’t mean the spreading colors in the sky but the woman in his arms.
He got four days of bliss—interspersed with training—before duty called.