So now Gark was standing in the middle of his cabin, clean shirt in hand, not entirely sure what he would do next.
Or where he would sleep.
He had just resigned himself to taking the floor in Vox’s room once more when Aletta walked into the room.
Or, more like, sauntered into the room. Her hips swayed with every step, and she smiled saucily.
“Guess what?” She seemed unsurprised to see him there.
He swallowed, hands twisting the shirt. “What?”
“We’re alive. And I’d say that’s a cause for celebration.”
He breathed in her scent, not fighting it as he had been for days, but letting it wash over him. She smelled delicious, and he wanted to taste her. “And how do you want to celebrate?”
She slid a finger into his belt, tugging him toward her. “I can think of a thing or two.”
CHAPTER 14
ALETTA
She tugged on his belt, her smile widening as he blinked at her with the most adorably confused look on his face.
Oh, she was going to enjoy this very much.
When he’d kissed her in the med bay, what felt like an age ago, she’d almost combusted on the spot. She’d known he had a good sense of smell, and hoped that he couldn’t pick up just how wet he made her.
Helping Lara find her way around The Lady took all her concentration. Especially when she took her to the mess to find Gark standing there with his arms crossed, for all the world like he had no idea the effect he had on her. The man was so built that his muscles had muscles, for god’s sake. He was a walking felony.
So she’d been thankful for the time to gather her thoughts while she watched Klath examine Lara.
She had nothing to lose by exploring whatever this was that she and Gark had. And she wanted to feel something other than fear and pain.
“What are you doing?” Gark asked, his hands settling on her waist as she tugged him closer to settle against her, hip to hip.
Or, more accurately, dick to stomach.
“Celebrating.” She slid her hands up to his neck, her fingers tangling in his short hair. The ache in her wrist was welcome, telling her she was alive.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she raised on her toes to brush her lips against his. He breathed in sharply at the contact, then groaned as her tongue darted out.
Between one moment and the next, she lost the upper hand as she was lifted into the air and lowered onto the bed. He was careful not to bump her hand as he came down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight.
“Yes,” she hissed before she dove back in, losing herself in the taste of his lips.
A sound like a purr came from his chest as he dragged his mouth away from hers to trail his lips along her neck.
“You smell incredible,” he said into her hair, his voice muffled as he licked up the side of her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I think I might have some idea,” she said as she rolled her hips against his, the insistent evidence ofexactlywhat she did to him pressing into her soft belly.
He pulled back with a laugh, the sound warming her. She hadn’t heard him laugh before, and the twinkle in his lilac eyes was intoxicating. He dropped a kiss to her lips before trailing down her neck and throat, pushing the oversized shirt off her shoulder to nibble at her collar bones.
Every touch of his lips sent shivers over her skin, which were made more intense by the cool air blowing from the vent over their heads. Her nipples pebbled, making points under the soft fabric of his tee, and Gark buried his face in the middle of her chest.
He stilled, then pulled back with a grimace. She stiffened, hands coming up to cover herself as he pulled back to stand next to the bed.
She sat up, arms wrapped around her middle.
