Page 32
He scooped her into his arms and kissed her again.
She should resist. Kissing Striker would lead to trouble. The word trouble was etched on his bones. But she melted against his granite hard body as his tongue parted her lips, and a fire spread down her spine and into her belly.
Oh, what the hell. She was done fighting the attraction for a moment. And after the day she’d had, she deserved a treat.
***
Desire fired through Striker like a hyper drive on the red line. He yanked Wren close, drinking in her lust-filled eyes and parted mouth.
Her gaze traveled over his face. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a rough kiss. Now they were doing this, he had no plans to stop.
Striker wanted reckless, passionate Wren in his arms. He wanted her crying out his name when he took her. He didn’t want Wren to think. He just wanted her to feel.
He slid a hand down her jumpsuit, taking the zipper with him. His palm rested on her belly, and he stroked the warm skin.
Wren groaned into his mouth, kicking his erection into action.
He held her hips and rubbed against her, his mouth taking hers once more.
The way she clung to him made him feel like her lifeline.
Her cries grew husky as he slipped his fingers into her pants.
Desire heated his blood. The more time they spent together, the more his need for her grew.
He had to calm down and take it easy. This wasn’t about Wren. It wasn’t about the way she made his heart pound and his balls tighten. It wasn’t about them exchanging energy. None of that mattered. He was horny and trapped on a planet after a near death experience, and Wren was cute and available. It couldn’t be anything else. He didn’t do commitment.
“I’m sure glad you’re here.” He kissed down the soft skin of her neck.
“Me too. It’s been quite a ride so far.”
“The ride is just getting started.” His tongue traced across her skin. “It would have been boring if I’d had to do this on my own.”
“I’m alleviating your boredom?” She tilted her head forward. There was wariness in her gaze.
He pulled her against his chest. “So, you wanna get naked?”
Her lips pursed, and she squirmed in his arms. “No. You wanna stop messing around for once?”
His grin faltered. This was going south fast. What had he done wrong? “Am I moving too quickly for you?”
“Are you really only doing this because you’re bored?”
His heart clenched, but he nodded. “I mean, it’s the biggest reason. I’m horny and you’re... available. There’s no problem. We’re both adults.”
“One of us is.” It seemed to happen in slow motion, every muscle in Wren’s body tightening. A deep pink blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. Her hands slid down his arms and dropped to her sides.
A cold dread spread through Striker. “You don’t like the way I kiss you?”
“I should have known this was about you and your fun times.”
He lifted one shoulder, not enjoying the twist in his gut. “I didn’t hear you complaining. I damn near died from lack of oxygen when we were making out. You know how to kiss. Why don’t we pick up where we left off?”
She turned her head away but not before Striker saw the shininess in her eyes.
“We’re done. This is done. I thought I was getting to know the real you,” she said.
He stepped away and leaned against the wall, crossing one leg over the other and slumping back. “You’ve known the real me since day one. There’s no point in pretending to be something I’m not.”
