“Do what?” she asked innocently, her fingers dancing along the edge of his pants.
“Touch me.”
“I’ve already touched you,” she said, her smile turning wicked.
“Not here.” He guided her hand downward, letting her feel the full effect she was having on him.
Pink suffused her cheeks, but she didn’t hesitate, tracing the outline of his erection through the worn cloth of his pants.
“Oh my,” she whispered. “Are you that big because of the transformation or…”
“That part is almost completely human.”
“Almost?”
He ignored the question, pulling her close enough that her breasts pressed against his chest. She gasped, and he could feel the stiff little peaks of her nipples even through her clothing. Her eyes went wide and dark, and her lips parted as her breath came in quick pants.
“Now your heart is beating faster,” he said.
“You have that effect on me as well.”
He kissed her again, unable to resist the temptation. This time she was the one who growled, her fingers clutching his shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks on his flesh. His hand slid up her ribcage, finding the small curve of her breast and brushing against the tight bud of her nipple.
She arched into his touch, and a shudder ran through her. He forced himself to break the kiss and lift her away from him, ignoring her whimper of protest.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
She didn’t hesitate, reaching for him again. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He gave a low laugh and pulled her into his arms, kissing her again as he lifted her easily and carried her over to the bunk. She didn’t release him, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him as if she couldn’t bear to be apart from him.
He lowered her to the bunk, following her down, his body covering hers. She was soft and warm beneath him, her curves fitting perfectly against the hard lines of his body as she clung to him.
The sensation sent a surge of need through his body. His cock strained against the confines of his pants, aching to be freed, to slide into her wet heat.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, sitting back.
She obeyed, lifting the thin fabric over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sight of her small, perfect breasts nearly drove him over the edge.
“Gods,” he murmured, staring down at her. “You’re beautiful.”
She blushed, but she reached for the fastening of his pants.
“Not yet,” he said, catching her hands. “I need to touch you first.”
He lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself closer. He released her nipple,moving to her other breast and drawing it into his mouth as he slid his hand beneath the loose waistband of her pants.
Her entire body quivered, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal surrounding him. His restraint began to fray and he yanked her pants down, exposing her pale, slender legs.
Her breath hitched, but she parted her thighs, giving him better access to the small patch of blonde curls at the apex of her thighs.
“I can smell your arousal,” he growled. “You want me.”
“Yes,” she moaned, and her agreement only added to the primal need to make her his.
He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her as his fingers sought out the swollen nub of her clit.
She gasped, her body bucking beneath his touch. He teased her, circling her clit with his thumb while he continued kissing her, tasting her, savoring her. She was wet and ready for him, and the knowledge made his cock throb with need.
