Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in pants as he trailed his fingers down the inside of her arm to brush lightly against the sides of her rib cage. He skirted the edge of her breast before sliding his hand across her stomach to settle low on her abdomen.
He used his other hand to brush her hair away to expose her neck. “What do I know?” He murmured against her heated skin.
She gasped, dropping her head back on his shoulder, her hand gripping his neck and pulling his head closer to her. He pressed his hand against her abdomen, and she rolled her hips in response.
Oh. This would be one hell of a woman to get to know.
His own hips mimicked hers, the thick hardness of his cock pushing against the seam of his flight suit, and into the curves of her ass.
He trailed kisses along the side of her neck, turning her head to claim her lips with his. Soft lips opened under his and he drowned in her small moans of pleasure. Her teasing little nips on his lips drove him wild. Scorching heat flooded him and a growl filled the cockpit. It took T’arq a second to realize that he had made the noise.
Shit. What was he doing?
T’arq pulled away, letting his head fall back to the floor and watching as Krystal’s dazed, deep brown gaze met his.
“I’m sorry. I should not have done that,” he said.
“Oh.” She flushed and looked away. She scrambled to get up out of the tight space, elbowing him in the stomach.
He grunted, looking up at her as she scrambled to her feet.
“Here,” she said, thrusting the medi-scanner at him as she turned away.
“Thank you.” T’arq pulled himself to his feet and flicked the switch on the side of the small, oblong device, turning it on. He ran it over his head, the small pressure headache he had felt beginning, easing.
“Happy now?” he said, handing the device back to Krystal, who stowed it back where it had come from.
On a ship this size, everything had a place. If one thing was out of its home, then chaos would ensue.
She nodded, not looking at him. “I’m sorry,” she said, fiddling with a clasp on her uniform. “I shouldn’t have…”
“Shouldn’t have… what exactly?” He knew he shouldn’t press her, but he needed to know.
Her head snapped up to level a glare at him. “I won’t lie. I was a willing—”
“Very willing.”
She huffed. The noise sounding adorable to T’arq. “All right, I was averywilling participant in… that.” She waved her hand vaguely toward the floor where their willing participation had occurred.
T’arq was still painfully aroused. Being near Krystal had that effect on him. He adjusted his hard cock in his flight suit to a more comfortable position.
Krystal watched his hands, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Very willing,” T’arq said again, a teasing grin spreading across his face.
Krystal rolled her eyes at him. “I can’t get involved with you.”
“I know.” His grin flattened. And hedidknow. So why did hearing her say it hurt so much?
“I hate flying.” She grimaced.
“I love flying.”
“I hate small spaces.”
“Small spaces don’t worry me,” he replied, gesturing with one hand to show the cockpit.
“I don’t enjoy feeling trapped.”
