Yiri snorted as his fingers moved over the controls in front of him. He pressed a few buttons and then leaned back. “I’m sorry, I don’t have another seat up here for you.”
Biting my lip, I sat down on his knee. “You do, though.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up close. “It seems you’re right.” With a wicked glint in his eye, his gaze dipped down at my cleavage and then zeroed in on my mouth.
See? He wants me.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breath, and for a second, I thought he might do it.Come on. Kiss me.
Disappointment sank through me when he looked away to fiddle with some control that didn’t seem to do anything. What was his issue? We were married. Why not seal the deal? Why the hell was he getting shy on me now? But you know what?Icould kisshim. I didn’t have to keep waiting. I could just do it myself.
Yiri cleared his throat, glancing at his distant home world. “Should I take us in faster?”
“No,” I said, and grabbed his chin. Pulling his face around to mine, Imeantto kiss him, but something feral came over me, and I sank my teeth into his bottom lip instead. He groaned when I gave a little tug and ran my tongue along the inside edge. I let him go and stared at him, waiting with my heart racing in my chest. Okay, maybe I did want him to kiss me first.
“Does my wife need something from me?” Yiri asked. “Do you want me to kiss this hungry mouth?”
“Yes,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt. Any concern about that dissolved as soon as he slanted his mouth over mine. He kissed exactly like I thought he would. Like he knew what he wanted, and he was willing to do bad things to get it. Like a bad man.Mybad, man.
Yiri growled into the kiss, his hand cradling the back of my head and tilting my mouth just where he wanted it. My lips parted for his, and his tongue swept in, claiming new territory.
My hands went to his chest, currently bare because apparently he wanted to taunt me with his chiseled body one last time before we landed. The skin-to-skin contact was delicious, and I suddenly wished I’d come up here in just a towel. But I didn’t want to throw myself at him. I wanted him totake me.It sounded primitive in my mind, but maybe that was the appeal. Yiri’s appeal to me had always been his commanding personality, and that was what I wanted. It was what I was finally getting from him.
His big, strong arm tightened around my back, pressing my side firmly against his front, and my hip into the steel pipe that was his dick. One of my hands coasted down his bare chest to the waistband of his pants. Dipping my fingertips under the edge, they brushed the head of his cock and his whole body jerked with a grunt.
“Fuck,Aneah,” he said, licking into my mouth, against my tongue. “I n?—”
There was a long, loud tone from one of the control panels, and a voice shattered the moment.
“Ahlon Two, you missed approach protocols. Are you experiencing difficulty?”
Yiri broke away with a groan and put a hand over mine, pulling it away from his dick.
“No difficulty,” he said, pressing a button that opened a video call with a daernir male in a green uniform. “Just a passenger distraction. Want me to go back and approach again?”
The other daernir’s eyes widened as they fell on me. “Uh, no. No need, Ahlon Two. What was your most recent port?”
“Muria Transport Station,” Yiri answered.
“Business or pleasure?” the uniformed male asked in a practiced tone.
“The greatest pleasure,” Yiri said. “Picking up my mate and wife.”
Uniform’s mouth twitched with a small smile. “Congratulations to you both,” he said. “Ma’am, what is your species?”
“Um… human,” I said.
He nodded. “And before Muria, your last port was?”
“Earth.”
Another nod. “And you are entering Venastea of your own will?”
I blinked. “Yes, of course.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said. “Ahlon Two, any other imports to declare?”
“No,” Yiri said, patting my knee when I bristled at effectively being called an import.
