“Apparently not.” He looked down at her. “Stop talking.”
She laughed, surprising herself as he moved, scooping her up as if she weighed nothing. Her back met the bunk a second later, the thin mattress dipping under their combined weight. He settled between her thighs, careful not to crush her, and kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper. Like he wanted to memorize the taste of her.
He kissed down her neck and over her collarbone.
She arched into him, hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest. Scars ridged his skin under her palms. She traced one with her fingertip, and he shuddered.
“Careful,” he rumbled against her throat. “I bite.”
The words sent liquid heat pooling low between her thighs. She tilted her head, giving him better access. “Prove it.”
His teeth grazed her collarbone, sending heat through her blood, and she gasped.
His hands worked at her flight suit, peeling it open, and cool air hit her skin. Then his mouth followed, mapping every inch he uncovered. When he reached her breasts, he paused and looked up at her with those red eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about these since the shower, too.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. “Pervert.”
“Your pervert.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and her back bowed off the bunk. Holy shit. Pleasure shot through her body, straight to her core. She tangled her fingers in his hair, surprised by how silky the strands felt. She gripped tighter, and he groaned against her skin.
He worked his way lower, stripping the rest of her suit from her as he went. Her boots and socks followed. Everything until she was naked and writhing beneath him. He palmed her calves, her thighs, parting them and kissing up the inside of her leg. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he looked up again.
She nodded, the words stuck in her throat.
He didn’t dive in like some overeager idiot. No, instead, he took his time and spread her open with those big hands, studying her as if she were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. She squirmed in embarrassment. Surely he’d seen a woman down there before?
Then he lowered his head and licked a slow stripe up her center.
Her hips jerked. “Fuc—fudge.”
He chuckled, the vibration making her toes curl. Then he licked, ending with a swirl around her clit. She bit her lip as he did it again and again. Building a rhythm that had her grinding against his face without shame.
God, he was good at this. Really good. His tongue found a spot that made her gasp, and he stayed there, relentless, until her thighs shook and her hands fisted in his hair, and she made sounds she’d never made before.
He hummed approval as he slid a thick finger inside her, then another. He crooked them, and stars exploded behind her eyelids.
The orgasm hit without warning, white-hot pleasure ripping through her body and exploding outwards. She cried out, thighs clamping tight, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he worked her through it, gentling her as she came down and pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she remembered how to breathe.
“Oh,” she managed. “That was?—”
He lifted his head, lips shiny with her release. Smug male satisfaction etched every line of his face. “Oh, we’re not done.”
He was gone from her for a second, undressing quicker than she’d ever seen a man strip before. Her breathing caught again.
Holy shit, he was built like a Greek god. Heavy muscle layered over a strong, broad frame. Satin skin everywhere. And between his legs…
Her mouth went dry. He was huge. Thick and hard… already leaking at the tip. She’d seen it before in the shower, but context changed everything.
He caught her staring. “We don’t have to?—”
“Oh no, you don’t get out of it now. I want to.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around him. Or tried to. Her fingers didn’t meet.
“You’re just… a lot. Go slow?” Her face burned. “I haven’t done this a lot.”
“I’ll go slow.” He brushed hair back from her face. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nodded.
