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couldn’t answer, because he ate at her mouth, his tongue swirling and tasting, while his hands moved hers to the rings.
    “Terrence?” Su-Lin croaked when he broke their kiss.
    “Shh,” he said, his hot breath igniting a path down her neck, over one burning nipple, then the other, making her belly contract and ripple. When he buried his face between her thighs, her fingers squeezed the wooden rings.
    “More.” The word burst from her lips, and she bucked into that clever mouth, that slick tongue, those gnawing teeth. Perspiration made one hand slip, and she reached down and tangled fingers in his silky hair. “More, more, more.”
    The pressure built and built and built, becoming the center of the universe, the sole focus as she reached and reached, and then it happened. White-hot blinding explosions, one after the other, and still his tongue lapped, his thumb grinding a circle on that point. Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, another burst of fireworks burned her pupils, had her babbling, her hips curving high off the mattress. Unable to draw a breath, form a single coherent thought, Su-Lin collapsed like a rag doll, boneless, more exhausted than after the most strenuous gymnastic routine.
    The Glory’s horn sounded, once, twice, three times, and the ship rocked into motion, the sensation soothing, slumber-inducing. Su-Lin lifted one weary eyelid and met Terry’s passion-clouded eyes, noted the fine lines bracketing his wide smile, and her lips curved.
    “Why’re you smiling? I should be the one wearing that foolish grin.”
    “Because it’s my turn now, darlin’. We both get to finish.”

Chapter Four
     
    The intercom on the far wall buzzed. “Terry, we need you in the engine room.”
    “Sod it,” he snapped. A ferocious scowl replaced the grin he’d worn a second earlier. Naked, cock aching, bollocks so tight that the bedsheets scraping against them tested his control, Terry stumbled over to the white square.
    He jabbed the intercom switch and snarled, “This better be good, boyo.”
    “Warning light on the cooling system. Should we head back? Or are you going to try and fix it?”
    “Head back. Find our regular engineer, have him fix the fricking thing, and don’t, under any circumstances, bother me for the next couple of hours.”
    He lifted his finger off the wide switch and glared at the device, willing Harry’s compliance.
    “A couple of hours?”
    His gaze snapped to the exotic beauty listing on unsteady elbows. Jaysus, she epitomized the perfect sex kitten, naked, unabashed, lips curling, one eyebrow lifted.
    “And then some.” Terry shook his head and jabbed one fist into his open palm relishing the stinging impact. Focus, focus. “We have a wee problem, Su-Lin, darlin’.”
    “We do?”
    “Your hymen’s not only intact, it’s…” he said, then paused, searching for the right words. “It’s more of a barrier than I had anticipated.”
    Her jaw dropped and a fierce rosy color flushed every inch of that delectable golden skin. Terry edged onto the mattress as she sat up and hugged a pillow against a taut belly. Unable to resist touching her, he traced a forefinger along the graceful curve of her neck and fingered one soft, plump earlobe. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “For the pleasure, you bear the pain,” she whispered and crushed the pillow against her stomach, pink hues flushing high cheekbones.
    “I’m a big man, everywhere.”
    “I can see that,” she said, those green eyes taking in the length of him, and damned if his prick didn’t lengthen and preen to her gaze, leaking a thick drop onto the white comforter.
    “Will you trust me to handle this?”
    Head tilted to one side, she replied, “I thought I’d already done that. Um, how can you tell?”
    She scrunched that pert little nose. White nose, eastern complexion, he thought, a trifle disconcerted by how endearing the gesture proved.
    “I couldn’t get a finger past it. I certainly didn’t