She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his skin. The wet warmth of her lips on his flesh made heat punch through his chest, a low ache building in his balls.
“Your turn.” His voice didn’t sound like his own. Too rough. Too raw.
She nodded, eyes never leaving his as he caught the hem of her thermal shirt. Lifted it slow, giving her time to stop him. She raised her arms instead, helping him pull it off. Underneath was a thin tank that did nothing to hide her curves.
“This too?” He pulled at the hem of the tank.
“Everything.” The word came out breathy, but certain. “I want everything.”
He peeled the tank up and off, revealing soft skin and curves that made his mouth water. Her breasts were full, and tipped with pink nipples already tight from cold or arousal or both. Her waist curved in, hips flared out. She was all softness where he was hard angles, all warmth where he was sharp edges.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
She started to cross her arms over herself, insecurity flickering across her face. He caught her hands, gentle but firm.
“No.” He pulled her arms down, let himself look. Really look. “You’re...”
The words wouldn’t come in Terran. They spilled out in Latharian instead, as he told her she was perfect, beautiful, that every curve made him want things he’d never let himself want before.
He brushed the soft swell of her breasts, feeling the rapid beat of her heart, his own arousal spiking as her skin flushed under his gaze.
“Bed,” she whispered, walking backward, pulling him with her. “Please.”
He followed her down onto his bed, covering her smaller body with his. The contrast should have worried him… he was too big, too heavy, too much. But she arched up against him, skin sliding against skin, and he couldn’t have formed a thought if his life depended on it.
She explored his chest, his arms, his back with soft, little hands. Each caress fueled the fire in his veins and he ached to be buried inside her, the pressure building to an exquisite edge.
Kissing her again, he curved his hand around her breast. The firm weight filled his palm perfectly, her nipple pebbling under his touch, drawing a moan from him as his erection ground against her hip. She gasped into his mouth when he brushed his thumb across her nipple, her hips lifting to press against him.
Even through their clothes, he could feel her heat. The scorching warmth of her core against his thigh made his cock twitch, slick with pre-cum, desperate for more.
“Been thinking about this.” The confession escaped before he could stop it. “Every night. Lying here, knowing you were down the hall. Driving me insane.”
“Me too.” She pulled him down for another kiss. “Since the hot springs?—”
She cut herself off, face flushing.
He pulled back. “The hot springs?”
Her face went scarlet.
“I... the night after we went to town. I went for a walk and...” She pressed her face against his shoulder. “I saw you.”
She’d seen him. That night when he’d been trying to burn off the same desperate want that plagued him now. When he’d stood in that pool thinking about her in his kitchen, in his house, in his life.
His lips quirked at the corners. “You watched me?”
A tiny nod against his shoulder.
Heat roared through him. Not anger. Something primal and possessive and deeply satisfied. She’d watched him and wanted him. Had been thinking about it, about him, just like he’d been thinking about her. The revelation made his cock swell even harder, the thought of her aroused gaze on him pushing him closer to the brink.
“Show me.” He pulled back to look at her face. “Show me what you did after.”
Her eyes went wide. “Goraath?—”
“Did you touch yourself?” he demanded. “Thinking about me?”
Her face was red but she held his gaze, brave even in embarrassment. “Yes.”
