“Anything you want,” she whispered against his lips as he nipped at her and growled low in his chest.
She realized then that his cock had not softened. If anything, it was harder than ever. She marveled at this male's sexual prowess. He turned her on like no one ever had. Even in their current situation, spiraling out of control, an alien enemy's prisoner, she could put circumstance out of her mind and focus on her attraction to this stunning man in front of her.
Taking her zipper between his fingers, the major began to pull it downward, then he peeled her out of her flight suit. She barely noticed when he removed her underclothing, and soon she stood before him, as naked as he was.
"I know you're no good for me," he said, his voice low, but face beautifully sincere. "And I'm no good for you, but I don't care. I want you so fucking bad."
Brook wasn't sure what to make of his words. She hugged herself, suddenly cold. Why was she no good for him?
He wrapped his strong arms around her and tugged on her chin to pull her gaze to his, and nothing else mattered. He smiled, his eyes full of desire, and she let her thoughts go. He wanted her, and she more than wanted him.
“Good enough” could go to hell.
