She blinked. “You really are teasing me.”
He came closer and held out the bag.
She accepted it.
Their fingers grazed. She didn’t pull away, she waited on him to. Energy surged between them—that hot, sweet current between future lovers.
The anticipation charge.
It took him a bit to let go.
But he did.
Their eyes met again.
He wanted her as well.
She could use that, she figured as she accepted the water. Immediately, she took a good chug of it.
She might have had a tiny orgasm; it was so fresh, bright, and cold.
She did moan. Pure, clean, natural water was always a treat when on missions. Even in space, the water just wasn’t the same, even though it was the purest form it could be.
It still didn’t taste as good as natural water from real springs. From earth. She wanted to dive in, to swim in it. To let it cover her, head to foot. To let it caress her.
She resisted dumping the pouch of water on her head.
In a moment, she returned to her senses and found Wrathin staring at her.
Smiling. “Are you well?”
“Sure, why do you ask?”
“You were moaning.”
Her gaze ran over him. He really seemed to notice her moaning. His member looked even more significant.
“I like things wet.”
“There is a pool of water nearby,” he said.
“I may have to check that out,” she said, taking another sip of the fantastic water. “If it’s safe.”
“I could show you.” His voice sounded deeper.
She licked her lips. “Maybe you should.”
He watched with a deep, penetrating gaze that sent trembles through her.
In good ways.
Yeah, Veta was undoubtedly open to some sexy time with him.
And from the look of him, she bet he’d be open to it too.
