addict.
She knew her way to the docks and didn’t need the flashing lights along the landing strips to guide her there. The only thing that struck her as odd was how quiet it seemed around the docks—until she remembered that no one was coming in to or leaving Ryge while the storm continued to rage. Only she—and Kell—had managed to get through.
“Nice flying,” Kell said, and though his eyes never stopped moving, taking in everything around him, when he did glance at her, his gaze was warm with admiration.
“I did it,” she breathed. “ We did it.” She started to laugh—it felt wild and freeing after the tension of the last hour.
His low, husky laugh blended with hers. “Hell of a ride.”
The atmosphere between them thickened, sultry as a heat typhoon, heavy with promise.
They finally touched down at the designated dock. The moment the landing gear contacted the ground, Mara and Kell’s gazes locked. Heat washed over her. She didn’t know who moved first, maybe him, maybe her, maybe both at the same time. But one moment they stared at one another, and the next, they undid their seatbelts and surged toward each other. Met in the space between their seats.
She felt the texture of his lips, his mouth against hers, firm, seeking. Even before their mouths opened, need slammed into her. He licked at her, then delved inside, stroking his tongue against hers. His taste intoxicated her, rough and male, and she drank him in as she did her own exploring. They had kept their hungers tightly leashed. Now the leash had broken and they had free rein, both of them fierce and demanding.
Kell’s kiss moved through her body in hot, humid waves. Her breasts grew heavy and sensitive. Her pussy dampened, a fast clench of need that wanted to be filled.
She felt his large hand cupping the back of her head, angling her to take his kiss deeper. And when she did, he groaned his praise.
Using strength gleaned from desire, Mara pushed him back so he sat in his chair. He went willingly, understanding her intent. She straddled him, her arms wrapped around the width of his shoulders. His hand still held the back of her head, while his other hand gripped her waist hard. Mara pressed her hypersensitive body to his and found that he was as tight and solid as she’d imagined. But it was better, so much better, than in her imagination. He had a fighter’s body and a fighter’s strength, and all of it, all of his strength and fire, was focused on her.
Her skirt rode up. Her hips pressed into his. Beneath the searing heat of her pussy, she felt him. The hard, thick length of his cock pressing into her. He wanted inside her. She wanted him there. She rocked her hips into him, and even through the fabric of her panties and his pants, the shaft of his cock edged between her folds. God, she was so wet. Wet for him. He had to feel it.
“ Yes .” His voice rumbled into her mouth, as if in answer to her silent speculation.
The world tilted as he leaned her back, pressing her against the control panel. His thighs were hard beneath her, solid. The hand at her waist released, then she felt the blazing trails of his fingers drifting down between them. In a moment, he would touch her, and she knew with total clarity that the instant he did, she would come, and come hard. And then she wanted him to fuck her right against the control panel.
The comm line shrilled. “Who needs the sex acrobats at Folco’s Bar when we have a show right here?”
Both she and Kell froze, trapped in place. Slowly, very slowly, Mara turned her head to look out the cockpit window.
Standing outside the ship were half a dozen grinning men. One of them wore a comm headpiece. When he caught her looking at him, he gave a cheerful wave.
Mara gave him the finger.
With a groan that was part animal, part man, but all frustration, Kell’s big hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her up. He deposited her back in the captain’s seat. For a moment, all she could do
She knew her way to the docks and didn’t need the flashing lights along the landing strips to guide her there. The only thing that struck her as odd was how quiet it seemed around the docks—until she remembered that no one was coming in to or leaving Ryge while the storm continued to rage. Only she—and Kell—had managed to get through.
“Nice flying,” Kell said, and though his eyes never stopped moving, taking in everything around him, when he did glance at her, his gaze was warm with admiration.
“I did it,” she breathed. “ We did it.” She started to laugh—it felt wild and freeing after the tension of the last hour.
His low, husky laugh blended with hers. “Hell of a ride.”
The atmosphere between them thickened, sultry as a heat typhoon, heavy with promise.
They finally touched down at the designated dock. The moment the landing gear contacted the ground, Mara and Kell’s gazes locked. Heat washed over her. She didn’t know who moved first, maybe him, maybe her, maybe both at the same time. But one moment they stared at one another, and the next, they undid their seatbelts and surged toward each other. Met in the space between their seats.
She felt the texture of his lips, his mouth against hers, firm, seeking. Even before their mouths opened, need slammed into her. He licked at her, then delved inside, stroking his tongue against hers. His taste intoxicated her, rough and male, and she drank him in as she did her own exploring. They had kept their hungers tightly leashed. Now the leash had broken and they had free rein, both of them fierce and demanding.
Kell’s kiss moved through her body in hot, humid waves. Her breasts grew heavy and sensitive. Her pussy dampened, a fast clench of need that wanted to be filled.
She felt his large hand cupping the back of her head, angling her to take his kiss deeper. And when she did, he groaned his praise.
Using strength gleaned from desire, Mara pushed him back so he sat in his chair. He went willingly, understanding her intent. She straddled him, her arms wrapped around the width of his shoulders. His hand still held the back of her head, while his other hand gripped her waist hard. Mara pressed her hypersensitive body to his and found that he was as tight and solid as she’d imagined. But it was better, so much better, than in her imagination. He had a fighter’s body and a fighter’s strength, and all of it, all of his strength and fire, was focused on her.
Her skirt rode up. Her hips pressed into his. Beneath the searing heat of her pussy, she felt him. The hard, thick length of his cock pressing into her. He wanted inside her. She wanted him there. She rocked her hips into him, and even through the fabric of her panties and his pants, the shaft of his cock edged between her folds. God, she was so wet. Wet for him. He had to feel it.
“ Yes .” His voice rumbled into her mouth, as if in answer to her silent speculation.
The world tilted as he leaned her back, pressing her against the control panel. His thighs were hard beneath her, solid. The hand at her waist released, then she felt the blazing trails of his fingers drifting down between them. In a moment, he would touch her, and she knew with total clarity that the instant he did, she would come, and come hard. And then she wanted him to fuck her right against the control panel.
The comm line shrilled. “Who needs the sex acrobats at Folco’s Bar when we have a show right here?”
Both she and Kell froze, trapped in place. Slowly, very slowly, Mara turned her head to look out the cockpit window.
Standing outside the ship were half a dozen grinning men. One of them wore a comm headpiece. When he caught her looking at him, he gave a cheerful wave.
Mara gave him the finger.
With a groan that was part animal, part man, but all frustration, Kell’s big hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her up. He deposited her back in the captain’s seat. For a moment, all she could do
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