that made my entire lower body knot up with heat, came back. He blew a hunk of blond hair out of his eyes. “Have I ever tried to what?”
I looked down briefly, but forced myself to raise my face and meet his gaze again. “Touch him.”
“Yeah, I’ve tried to touch him. Done more than tried.”
I shivered and his grin stretched wider.
“You like that idea.”
Nodding, I bit my lip.
“So,” he breathed, his hands cupping my shoulders. “That’s something you’d like to see?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
“What would you like to see me do to him?” He turned me so I was facing away from him, then flattened his hands on my stomach to pull my back to his chest. He nuzzled my neck, this time my hair had to be all in his face. “Tell me.”
“I want to see you kiss him.” I couldn’t imagine how beautiful they would look together. Clay, so dark, compact and intense. Anders, so tall and fair. “Have you ever kissed him?”
“I have. At one time, I kissed him often. He’d even started to return them despite constantly harping on the fact he’d only been into women in the past. He used to say his brother got all the bisexual genes in the family.”
“Bisexuality is a gene?” I frowned. That’s not what I’d been taught. Gwinarians believed all kinds of love were perfectly natural as long as everybody consented.
“It’s a joke.”
“When was the last time you kissed him?”
“Recently actually. A Gwinarian Tracker and another ship’s captain took over our ship and locked us in a room together. I got bored, tried to kiss him and received a nice black eye for my trouble.”
I twisted around again. “He hit you? Is he violent?”
“Siri, do you think he’s violent?”
“I think he could be violent. I think you could be too. Everyone is capable of violence—even me. I suppose I didn’t think he’d hit you, his friend. He does care for you, I can tell.” I smiled. “I even saw him looking at your backside.”
One blonde brow lifted. “Backside? I do love the way you talk.” He kissed my nose and leaned back against the wall again. “Looking at my backside, eh? Progress.”
“Yes, progress.” I turned, and this time I snuggled back against him. Immediately, I felt the hard ridge of an erection against my own backside. I started to pull away, then bit my lip and forced myself to settle in more. The faint groan that rumbled into my hair filled my belly with those lovely tingles. I clenched my legs together, suddenly achy between them. Shock filtered through my system when I realized I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to tear off our clothes, straddle his lap and see what it felt like to be the one to choose. Holding my breath, I tried to stop the shaking that started in my limbs and couldn’t.
“Siri,” he breathed. “Siri, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you. Please don’t be afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” I turned, unable to stop my stupid legs and arms from shaking, and I knew right then that if I didn’t do this now, I might never be able to get past my own fear. “I want you to shut the door.”
Like that, his eyes narrowed as he studied me, his big body tense.
“No, I will.” I scrambled off his lap, crossed the room and palmed the door closed, hitting the lock mechanism and turning back to him. He’d sat up straight, gaze so damned penetrating—I felt it inside my bones. “I’m sorry that I’ll be shaking for this.”
“For what, Siri?”
I climbed back onto his bunk and straddled his lap. I shook so hard, I was kind of bouncing on his thighs, but I stayed there, closed my eyes and willed my limbs to stop.
“Siri?”
“Put your arms around me,” I whispered. “Please.”
He slid those huge, warm arms around me and I expected fear at the first sign of his strength, but quickly realized that a part of this shaking wasn’t fear at all but a sort of fluttery anticipation that was taking over my whole body. I started to put my hand on
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