He stood slowly, letting his hands graze over her flanks until he was towering over her once more.
But all her good intentions of returning the favour flew out the proverbial window when the hot water suddenly cut off. Aletta squealed in shock and stepped out from under the spray.
“You’re laughing at me.” She pulled the towel from the hook and wrapped it around herself.
“Me? Never.” Gark had his head under the cold water, washing himself quickly.
He turned off the water and reached for a towel, pressing close to Aletta. She slid her good hand between their bodies and gripped his length, barely able to touch her fingers around him.
“Do that, and we won’t make it to the bed.”
“I didn’t say I wanted a bed.” She squeezed, and he groaned.
He lifted her chin, his eyes hot and serious as they met hers. “You may not want the bed, but you deserve to be worshipped, and it’s a little cramped in here.” He lifted an eyebrow, lips twitching.
Aletta laughed. “All right.”
She started to dry off, but Gark picked her up with a soft growl and carried her to the bed. “You’re starting to develop a habit of carrying me around.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His laughing eyes met hers, warming her on the inside.
She liked this playful side of him. How often did he let his guard down and have fun? He took his responsibilities to the crew seriously, and she’d hardly seen him smile, until tonight.
He laid her gently on the bed, taking the towel to her hair and drying it gently. She’d always thought passion had to be fast and desperate, but Gark handled her like he had all the time in the world. Or the universe.
When he was done, he used the same towel to dry himself.
“That’s my towel.”
“I know,” he said, head appearing from beneath the plush fabric. “I like the way you smell.”
Aletta’s face heated, and she rolled her eyes, trying—and not succeeding—to brush off the remark like it didn’t make her all warm and fuzzy inside.
Gark took a step toward the bathroom, then, as if he’d thought twice about hanging the towel up, tossed it over the back of a chair with a curse.
Aletta bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. The uptight captain was letting himself go.
“Are you laughing at me now?” His voice was deep and husky as he turned to face her.
“Never.” She shook her head, damp curls brushing against her face. She leaned back on her hands and pushed her breasts forward. His eyes dropped to her chest, and she smirked in triumph.
Then he gripped his cock in one big hand, and her mouth fell open. He was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. One big, bronzed hand wrapped around that beautiful cock, stroking it slowly as he watched her with hot eyes.
“We’re playing games, are we?” He took another step toward her, and she shook her head mutely. “No?” His hand stroked down, then back up, his thumb brushing over his tip and circling the head of his dick. His dick glistened in the low light of the room, a constant stream running over his hand.
He took another step, bringing him up to her, his knees nudging her thighs apart where she sat, legs dangling over the side of the bed.
“Lie back.”
She flopped back so quickly he barked out a laugh. She lifted her head to look at him down the length of her body. “I’m not stupid. Whatever you have in mind, I want it.” She made a circling gesture with her hand. “Carry on.”
He snorted and shook his head as he looked down at her, lips tilting in a lopsided grin. He lowered to his knees, arms looping under her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed so her bottom was slightly off the mattress. She would have fallen hadhe not lifted her legs over his shoulders, forcing her to put weight on him through her legs.
And then his hot mouth was on her, devouring her in the most delicious manner as his fingers explored her folds. She relaxed her legs, and he grunted, caressing her thigh with one hand while he slid a thick finger into her wet channel with the other.
She threw an arm over her face, shielding her eyes, groaning as time lost meaning. She was a panting mess, unable to care about anything but the pleasure Gark was delivering with his mouth.
Her breath came faster as she approached the edge of the ravine, ready to tumble into the most pleasurable oblivion?—
