Defying The Alliance: INFERNO (Novokin Alliance Invasion 2) by Bobbi Ross Page A

question that remained was: Did I want him? Yes! Goddess yes! Was I ready to put my crew at risk? No. Absolutely not. Would I really be putting my crew at risk? Maybe Jaxx was right. Maybe I could give myself this one treat, maybe just once.
    Overcome by the desire to have this beautiful, golden mountain satiate my building needs, I relaxed into his grasping hands, and let my leg shift open ever so slightly. Moistening my now parted lips I raised on my toes and willed his luscious mouth onto mine. His silky golden-brown hair feathered my flushed cheeks. As if long time choreographed, hungry lips tugged on mine as in an attempt to devour me. He nipped and sucked. There was nothing soft or tender about his kiss. It was hard, demanding, ravenous.
    His warm tongue pushed and probed parting my lips and taking possession of my mouth while his grip tightened. Light pain coursed through my wrists. I moaned lightly and his pressure eased off. His massive, naked chest rubbed against my excited breasts over my skintight uniform top, invoking a deep need inside me for his large hands to cup and mercilessly knead my aching breasts. My pebbled nipples pushed hard trying to escape my uniform’s top begging to feel the heat of his bare, golden skin, the tight squeeze of his calloused fingers. The craving was overwhelming, all consuming.
    My aroused, undulating body strained under his possessive hold while my mouth relished the sweet taste of him. Being captured and pinned with my arms stretched above my head against the bulkhead, rendering me completely vulnerable to his powerful need was even more thrilling than planet fall with nothing but an EVA suit on.
    For the first time ever I was enjoying giving up control, surrendering to the animal inside him, his strength, his will. Never before had I allowed my guard down, not like this, not with any man. Opening myself like that to him infused my veins with scorching hot sexual desire and rushed my essence with electrifying tendrils of heated pleasure. My body craved for his touch, for his hands’ caress and sinful ministrations. What a predicament! He would have to let me go to give me more of what I needed. As if reading my mind, I felt the strength of his pull on the small of my back. Then sliding down over my ass it forced me to wrap one leg around him, moving him closer to my heated entrance. His chest rumbled with a soft growl. His eyes gleamed with a craving that rivaled my own.
    “I want you Caspia,” his voice rough, strained. “My body calls for yours, to claim you, to make you mine. But I-.”
    I sealed his lips with mine, not wanting to hear the “but” ending to his sentence. It might weaken my resolve to pluck this one moment of happiness out of life for myself. I didn’t want it to stop. It felt right. It felt good. Nothing had felt good since three years ago when I became a fugitive for refusing to betray the people I’d sworn to protect. I’ve been running ever since afraid, hunted, homeless. Then I met him. Against all odds, I felt safe, protected, like I belonged. I belonged to him. And he belonged to me. Now there would be no more running.
    I was powerless when he squeezed and then slid up and down the inside of my thigh. I opened my thigh giving him more access to the soft swelling of my entrance. Circular, back and forth, rhythmic brushes assailed my mound over my tight, syntho-leather pants while his hips ground hard and demanding against mine, arousing endless waves of pleasure. Painfully aware of our not so private surroundings a scream almost slipped out of my lips while my body shuddered from multiple orgasmic attacks. He wasn't even inside and I was already gone.
    I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I wanted to reach out and grab him by his neck. I needed to pull him closer, to touch and feel every inch of his scarred flesh against mine. I tried to move my arms... Surprise! Both my hands were still pinned over my head by both his hands. A brief wave of panic