her sexual fluids, but small, and he
began penetration with excruciating slowness, taking his time though
his jaw locked with the effort.
“Yes,” she admitted, her hands drifting up the tense muscles of his
arms as he braced his weight above her. “After what you just did to
me, I think I owe you anyway, Col…Jake. That was pretty
spectacular.”
Even through the haze of intense desire, he took a minute to
wonder about her previous lovers, excluding Kel. It wasn’t really his
business, but maybe he’d ask her.
Some other time.
The tantalizing lift of her pelvis in acceptance didn’t help his
patience but it was a promise of not just capitulation but enthusiasm.
Jake pushed, finally sliding deep, his hips against the satin skin of her
inner thighs, their bodies completely joined. Exquisite pleasure
coursed through every nerve-ending in body, swamping his senses.
And when he began to move it got even better. He managed to
make it about four thrusts before he exploded, his climax slamming
into him like a shot from a pulse gun, knocking the breath from his
lungs as he groaned and ejaculated.
It took a little while—he lost track of time in the aftermath of
what might be the most intense orgasm of his life—before he could
speak. “I’ve been abstinent too long,” he murmured, kissing her lips
with delicate pressure. “Or else you’re just too beautiful. Give me a
minute and we’ll start again.”
“And here I thought you admired my mind.” She laughed, a
breathless sound.
“I do.” His mouth curved in a wicked grin. “But keep in mind,
when my cock is inside you, your mind or your skill as a pilot isn’t
my area of focus. If you want to discuss politics, the arts, or anything
else cerebral I’m more than willing, but we both need to have our
clothes on.”
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51
Peyton touched his jaw, the gesture almost tentative,
experimental. “You aren’t what you seem. Neither of you.”
He knew she referred to the rigid standards on which they based
military command of a ship the size of the one they were on at this
moment. Jake kissed her again and murmured against her lips, “Yes,
we are. It’s just that there’s more to us than what you see on a
professional basis.”
52
Annabel Wolfe
Chapter 5
The male standing in front of her simply looked impassive. Tara
Valmont fought the childish urge to stamp her foot. Of course,
considering the bruising headlong flight they’d made for their lives
trying to get off Epsilon, she wasn’t sure she was capable of really
stamping anything. She ached all over.
Commander Gallico had agreed to see her but not until after he
relinquished the bridge. The delay had chafed and the small office
where she’d been escorted made him seem even taller, more distant,
more cold and indifferent. Icy gray eyes looked at her with
dispassionate regard. “Argument,” he said in a very calm, detached
voice, “is futile, Dr. Valmont. Your sister chose this particular course
to handle the insubordination charge.”
“So you say,” Tara snapped back, unwilling to take the chair he’d
offered, since she already felt at a real disadvantage just because of
his size. Even for S-species, he was a tall male. “I’d like to hear that
from her, thank you. How do I know you didn’t take advantage of the
situation?”
Ebony brows snapped together. “Because I just outlined the
conversation I had with the lieutenant, ma’am. That’s how.”
Going so far as to call him a liar to his face—when she didn’t
know if he was one—was too bold even for her, but Tara very much
wanted to make sure Peyton was being treated well.
In a more conciliatory tone, she said, “Can you please put yourself
in my position, Commander? Not only is she my sister, but I doubt
she would be in this predicament if it wasn’t for me. I feel responsible
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53
to a certain extent, and yet she is the one being punished
began penetration with excruciating slowness, taking his time though
his jaw locked with the effort.
“Yes,” she admitted, her hands drifting up the tense muscles of his
arms as he braced his weight above her. “After what you just did to
me, I think I owe you anyway, Col…Jake. That was pretty
spectacular.”
Even through the haze of intense desire, he took a minute to
wonder about her previous lovers, excluding Kel. It wasn’t really his
business, but maybe he’d ask her.
Some other time.
The tantalizing lift of her pelvis in acceptance didn’t help his
patience but it was a promise of not just capitulation but enthusiasm.
Jake pushed, finally sliding deep, his hips against the satin skin of her
inner thighs, their bodies completely joined. Exquisite pleasure
coursed through every nerve-ending in body, swamping his senses.
And when he began to move it got even better. He managed to
make it about four thrusts before he exploded, his climax slamming
into him like a shot from a pulse gun, knocking the breath from his
lungs as he groaned and ejaculated.
It took a little while—he lost track of time in the aftermath of
what might be the most intense orgasm of his life—before he could
speak. “I’ve been abstinent too long,” he murmured, kissing her lips
with delicate pressure. “Or else you’re just too beautiful. Give me a
minute and we’ll start again.”
“And here I thought you admired my mind.” She laughed, a
breathless sound.
“I do.” His mouth curved in a wicked grin. “But keep in mind,
when my cock is inside you, your mind or your skill as a pilot isn’t
my area of focus. If you want to discuss politics, the arts, or anything
else cerebral I’m more than willing, but we both need to have our
clothes on.”
Under His Command
51
Peyton touched his jaw, the gesture almost tentative,
experimental. “You aren’t what you seem. Neither of you.”
He knew she referred to the rigid standards on which they based
military command of a ship the size of the one they were on at this
moment. Jake kissed her again and murmured against her lips, “Yes,
we are. It’s just that there’s more to us than what you see on a
professional basis.”
52
Annabel Wolfe
Chapter 5
The male standing in front of her simply looked impassive. Tara
Valmont fought the childish urge to stamp her foot. Of course,
considering the bruising headlong flight they’d made for their lives
trying to get off Epsilon, she wasn’t sure she was capable of really
stamping anything. She ached all over.
Commander Gallico had agreed to see her but not until after he
relinquished the bridge. The delay had chafed and the small office
where she’d been escorted made him seem even taller, more distant,
more cold and indifferent. Icy gray eyes looked at her with
dispassionate regard. “Argument,” he said in a very calm, detached
voice, “is futile, Dr. Valmont. Your sister chose this particular course
to handle the insubordination charge.”
“So you say,” Tara snapped back, unwilling to take the chair he’d
offered, since she already felt at a real disadvantage just because of
his size. Even for S-species, he was a tall male. “I’d like to hear that
from her, thank you. How do I know you didn’t take advantage of the
situation?”
Ebony brows snapped together. “Because I just outlined the
conversation I had with the lieutenant, ma’am. That’s how.”
Going so far as to call him a liar to his face—when she didn’t
know if he was one—was too bold even for her, but Tara very much
wanted to make sure Peyton was being treated well.
In a more conciliatory tone, she said, “Can you please put yourself
in my position, Commander? Not only is she my sister, but I doubt
she would be in this predicament if it wasn’t for me. I feel responsible
Under His Command
53
to a certain extent, and yet she is the one being punished
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