He needed more.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her off her feet. She gasped into his mouth but didn’t break the kiss—just wrapped her legs around his waist. The new angle pressed her core right against the hard ridge of his cock, and they both groaned at the contact.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
Triumph roared through him, hot and fierce. Rocking his hips, he ground against her, and her head fell back against the bulkhead with a thunk. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her whole body arching into his.
“That’s it,” he growled against her throat. “There you are.”
He rocked again, dragging his cock along the seam of her pants, right where he could feel the heat of her through the fabric. She whimpered, actually whimpered. Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to bruise, and her hips rolled to meet him, as she chased the friction.
“Raaze—”
“I know.” He nipped at her jaw, her ear, the sensitive spot below it that made her shudder. “I’ve got you.”
Another roll of his hips. Harder this time. She cried out, her thighs clenching around him, and he swallowed the sound under his lips. She was soaked—he could feel it even through both their clothes—and the thought of what she’d look like spread out beneath him, those pretty legs wrapped around his waist while he?—
The ship’s speakers crackled.
“Approaching designated coordinates,” Fred announced. “Requesting landing instructions for Venrexx Prime.”
They both froze. Her legs were still locked around his waist, his hands were still gripping her ass, and his cock was still pressed against her core, thick and hard enough to pound nails.
Then reality crashed back in.
“Shit.” She unlocked her legs, and he let her slide down his body, slowly, because he was a draanthic and he wanted her to feel every inch of what she was walking away from. Her feet hit the deck, and she stumbled. He caught her elbow, steadying her.
“I need to?—”
“Go.”
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. Her hair was a disaster, her lips were bruised red, and there was a dazed look in her eyes that made him want to pin her right back against that wall and finish what they’d started.
But the coordinates were locked, and if he didn’t let her go right now, he was going to forget why any of that mattered. Stepping back, he bowed like some fine lord at court and gave her room. The semblance of manners didn’t stop him from watching her cute little ass as she fled, though.
The corridor hatch hissed shut behind her. Groaning, he leaned back against the bulkhead. His cock strained against his pants, and his heart hammered as if he’d just played a full match in overtime. All for one little human female.
“Draanth,” he muttered to the empty corridor.
The word hung in the recycled air. It didn’t help. Nothing was going to help except getting his hands on her again, and that wasn’t happening until they cleared Venrexx Prime.
Dragging a hand down his face, he pushed off the wall.
First the healer, then the proof. Then he’d clear her name and his record and deal with every draanthing complication standing between them.
Because they were finishing this.
He’d make sure of it.
9
Chapter 8
The docking clamps engaged with a dull thunk. Cait ran through the post-flight sequence on autopilot, her fingers moving across the controls. She wasn’t really thinking about what she was doing. Instead, her mind was firmly stuck back in that corridor.
The feel of Raaze’s lips on hers and his hands on her hips. The weight of him pressing her into the bulkhead. The way he’d looked at her when she’d pulled back… and the dark promise in his eyes, like he was already planning round two.
Focus.
