“You’re going to hate me for this,” he muttered against her throat.
“No.”
“I’m going to hate me for this,” he said harshly, brushing his face along her neck and throat and following with nibbling kisses.
The light brush of his engorged flesh against her mound only tormented her with unfulfilled promise. She lifted upward on her toes, slipping her arms around his neck to steady herself and arch against him. Uttering a pained grunt, he released his grip on her buttock and bent her back over one arm. Grasping the front of her uniform, he gave it a wrenching tug that separated the front from neck to groin with a sound ominously like ripping fabric.
It barely registered in her mind beyond the fact that she couldn’t touch his skin. She made a grab for the front opening of his suit as he tugged the back of her uniform down, trapping her arms in the fabric when it reached her elbows. Frustration flickered through her briefly. It vanished the moment his mouth closed over one distended nipple. The jolt of pleasure that went through her made her belly clench almost painfully with need and turned her knees to water.
He caught her as she began to wilt toward the floor, lifting her and striding toward the bunk. Even as she landed solidly in the middle and began trying to wiggle out of the snug fitting cloth, he came down over her, covering her mouth in another heated kiss that forced everything from her mind but savoring the heat and urgency of his kiss. Somehow, she managed to wrest her arms free, curling them around him as he moved from her mouth to her breasts, scouring her with the heat that flashed through her with the teasing suction of his mouth.
She began to thrash feverishly beneath his assault, gasping for breath. “Dax!” she gasped a little desperately.
He lifted his mouth from her breast, shifted upward to suck a love bite on her throat and then to brush a light kiss across her lips. “Easy, baby.”
Squeezing her eyes closed, she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Please, Dax. Please.”
He sat up, sat back on his heels. Grasping her suit, he peeled it from her hips, and then disentangled it from her legs, propping one foot on either side of his hips so that her thighs were splayed, the lips of her sex parting, exposing the more tender petals of flesh beneath.
She slit her eyes to look at him as she felt him shift, watching as he yanked the front of his suit open and peeled it off his arms and shoulders, pushing it down his hips until his cock sprang free. She swallowed as she studied him, feeling her body tighten all over in anticipation, reaching for him as he leaned down.
Instead of moving over her, he slipped his hands beneath her hips and lifted them, burying his face against her cleft. Her breath left her as if it had been punched from her lungs. Her body clenched as he dragged his tongue slowly along her cleft and teased her clit until she felt like a mindless, writhing bundle of raw, exposed nerve endings. She sucked in a desperate breath, shuddering, jerking against the intensity of the sensations that pounded through her as he alternately sucked and teased the acutely sensitive nub. “Oh god!” she gasped out shakily, her voice skating the edge of a scream as she felt her body begin to quake, convulsing in hard shudders.
He moved over her, burrowing his face against her neck as he thrust his cock into her quaking passage. She gasped sharply, wrapping her arms tightly around him as she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted to meet him. Her body resisted, clinging, still convulsing with aftershocks of release around his hard flesh. She was nearly weeping by the time he’d claimed her fully, certain he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body that she could bear.
Her body responded regardless to his thrusting caresses, gathering itself once more toward culmination. He sucked on her neck and shoulder as the moisture of her body eased his passage at last and he set a desperate rhythm to find his own release. Her body crested, reached the limits of endurance and ruptured with ecstasy. He shuddered as her passage began to quake around his flesh, uttered a hoarse growl and plunged raggedly as his big body began to shake with uncontrollable tremors, pumping his seed into her.
They wilted in the heated aftermath, melding together limply, gasping for breath.
* * * *
For the first time that he could remember, Dax gave up the relaxation of slumber with reluctance, drifting lazily in and out of awareness for some time before he finally recalled that he had duties to perform and opened his eyes.
Lena lay curled up against him, her cheek and one arm resting on his chest. After staring at her sleeping face blearily for several moments, he dropped his head on the pillow once more, closing his eyes against the memories flooding into his mind. They teased him anyway, refusing to be banished. The urge to roll her onto her back and wake her to his possession was so strong his gut tightened almost nauseatingly.
As badly as he wanted to, he couldn’t afford to indulge himself anymore than he already had.
He shouldn’t have touched her at all. It had been hard enough trying to keep his hands to himself before, when he’d only spent three quarters of his time brooding about fucking her six ways from Sunday. Knowing what it felt like sure as hell wasn’t going to make it any easier on him.
He might have asked himself what he’d been thinking except that he knew the answer. He hadn’t been thinking.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he rubbed the bristle on his chin, realizing he must have slept a hell of a long time to produce that much beard and finally eased out from under Lena and got up.
He’d abandoned his post in the middle of his shift and he hadn’t gone back. There was no way in hell that that was going to slip by unnoticed, especially since he’d left the bridge in a thundering rage and everyone knew what his destination was. “Shit!” he growled, heading for the facilities.
She had rolled onto her back when he came out again. The sheet was tangled across her hips, but he glimpsed a tuft of the dark, curling thatch of her mound. He stared at it for several moments, feeling his mouth go dry, before his gaze seemed to travel up her body of its own accord, skimming her flat belly and rounded breasts and settling finally on her face. She looked almost painfully young in her sleep, fragile, innocent, and at the same time pure temptress.
If Morris had still been alive, he would’ve cut his heart out for touching Lena.
No doubt Nigel would be willing to take Morris’ place and do the honors.
Disgusted with himself, he moved to the lav and shaved quickly, then pulled a fresh uniform from his locker and dragged it on. She stirred as he shoved his feet into his boots and he froze, half hoping she would wake up and half dreading that she would.
She didn’t, merely rolled onto her belly, and he relaxed again.
Moving to the door, he paused, staring at her for several moments and finally left, mentally kicking himself all the way to the bridge.
Rodriguez made the mistake of grinning at him when he flung himself down in his chair. “You got something on your mind, Rodriguez?” he snarled.
