His eyes glinted. “Don’t touch my brow, Alexa. Or hair.”
“All I want to do is touch you…” she whispered.
He gripped her harder. “Bad, bad girl. Playing with fire.”
Her core knotted, and she shifted on him.
“Take it,” he urged, hunger lacing his voice. “Take what you want. Your captain is waiting.”
His hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts. His gloves were rough on her skin, and she loved it. He pinched her nipples, and she jerked on his bulge.
“Yes,” he hissed, tweaking her peaks. Pleasure surged through her. She flattened her palms to his chest.
She moaned, pushing down onto him. Emptiness bloomed within her, and she was starving to be filled. Hysterian pinched her nipples, and she squeaked, her knees locking. He pinched them harder. She moved on him, bolstered by his attention.
“I love the sounds you make,Dear.”
He was still furious.
She grabbed his wrists and pushed her breasts into his palms. He moved his hands up and wrapped them around her neck. His thumb rubbed her throat. “Someday, I’ll feel this,” he murmured.
She didn’t respond. It would break her heart if she did.
“Your skin?” she whispered.
His eyes shot to hers. Faster than she could conceive, he was on the other side of the room and she was left sprawled on the sofa. She scrambled upright.
“Don’t move,” he warned, leaving the room.
What?
He was back before she could even react, carrying something under his arm.
His suit. Any thought that he was going to reject her fled.
He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Excitement filled her just as much as fear. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin under her fingertips. Hysterian grabbed her hand, tugging her off the sofa as he strode to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Exactly what you asked for,” he said. He released her hand as he went into the bathroom, and stripped. “But this time, we’re going to do this right. Stay out there. I want to look at you.”
She stood awkwardly on the other side as he pulled off his jacket, yanked off his boots, and stripped for her like how she’d stripped for him. Her mouth dried up as he pulled off his tight mesh undershirt, revealing his lean, muscled body. His beautiful face.
She’d never seen him in the light. Curves of hard muscle, ropes of tendons, and smooth, scarless skin revealed themselves. His waist tapered to a deeply toned pelvis that vanished under his pants. The outline of his cock was flush inside them.
It was long.
She’d forgotten how long and lean Hysterian was. His limbs were sharp despite the muscle wrapped around them, like they could coil if they wanted to. He’d always been tall—so were many men she’d met along the way—but he was built and it showed.
The dryness of her mouth eased as saliva pooled.
How had she ever thought she could kill this being? Even without armor, he could probably take out everyone on Libra within an hour.
Hysterian unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, revealing his cock.
It was hard and roped and long—as perfect as the rest of him.
