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Holly played with Avel’s feathers before her attention drifted to his mouth. His kisses ignited a fire inside her. It felt so different from anything she’d experienced with Eric. Eric’s touch had felt cold and clinical. And he’d hated foreplay. He’d said she should always be ready for him, and he shouldn’t have to work to get her turned on.

With Avel, it was different. She always felt a little excited when around him. She had to keep reminding herself not to admire his body or think about what his mouth would feel like on hers. Now she knew exactly what it felt like, and she wanted more of it.

“Are you planning just to stare at me, or is there any chance I can get that sexy mouth on mine?”

Holly pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. “I don’t want to be rough with you. You most likely got a concussion in the crash.”

“What makes you say that?” His fingers danced up and down her back.

“Do you remember what you said to me last night?”

Avel tilted his head and looked puzzled. “We talked?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes, we talked. A lot.”

“I only remember the making out part. I remember you trying to get me naked and me protesting and telling you about my one hundred date rule.”

Holly smacked his shoulder. “Of course, you remember the sexy stuff.” She glanced away. It still didn’t feel real, being here with Avel. Even though their situation was precarious as they waited to be rescued, she’d never felt safer. He protected her no matter what happened.

“Some of it’s coming back,” Avel said. “Something about getting you naked and licking chocolate off your body. Does that sound right?”

A shudder of pleasure ran through Holly. “That rings a bell.”

“How about I give you a demonstration right now?”

Holly gasped as Avel’s hand went to her zipper and he pulled it down to her cleavage. She reached to pull it up again but stopped herself. This was Avel. He’d never make fun of her.

She dropped her hands to his chest and nodded.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Avel pulled the zipper to her navel, lust filling his eyes as his gaze settled on her cleavage. He cupped her breasts in his hands and buried his head in her warm, soft bosom.

Holly shuddered as his tongue explored her breasts, gliding over her hardening nipples and easing the fabric of her bra down to expose more of her.

She arched against him and gasped as Avel drew her sensitive nipple into his mouth. He stroked her skin, his hand easing the jumpsuit off her shoulders.

Avel hummed as he sucked, sending a wave of warmth down to Holly’s stomach and into her core.

She felt his hard cock beneath her and pressed against him.

He growled and thrust up, showing her what he wanted.

Holly tensed. This was moving so fast, but the feel of his tongue on her skin and his hand stroking her made her want to let go. To forget her rules and feel alive and sexy.

Avel pulled back as if sensing her withdraw. He wrapped a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a long, slow kiss. There was desire there, but it was controlled as his tongue teased her, lingering in her mouth, tasting, nibbling, and building the flame inside Holly until she felt like she’d ignite.

She was gasping when he finally let go.

“Whatever speed you want to go, that’s what we’ll do.” Avel stroked her face. “If it takes a hundred dates before you’re ready, that’s what will happen. I’m not pushing you into anything.”

Holly licked her lips. “What speed is this?”

He grinned. “This might be hyper-speed.”

“And how fast do you want to go with me?”

“Sugar, I’m going to break the speed of light for you.” He kissed her again. “But only when you’re ready.”

Holly jumped as the comm system crackled to life.