Gamble by Viola Grace Page A

her fingers, and she kissed him, taking his lower lip between hers.
    Her hands continued to stroke him, but he lifted his hands in defiance of his own rules and clutched her waist, lifting her over him.
    She broke the kiss and nibbled her way down his neck. “I win.” She set her teeth and bit him carefully.
    His groan was unmistakable. “Fine, you win.”
    He arched his hips against hers and rocked until his cloth-covered member was lodged between her thighs.
    Her senses spun when his hands started to stroke up and down her spine. The agreement had been to allow her full access to his body without him interfering. When he opened the front of her bodysuit, she had to admit, he was a gracious loser.
    Being peeled out of her clothing by a lover’s hands was a strange sensation, but after the awkwardness passed and his skin was against hers, she felt magnanimous enough to enjoy being tumbled to her back as he slid into her ready heat.
    He sat up and pulled her to his lap, holding her close as his thighs flexed and he rose and fell with his cock within her.
    The image of a companion sex position formed in her mind, and she adjusted her position a little until the small discomforts disappeared. Thank you, darlin’.
    “Look at me, Kora.”
    She opened her eyes and stared into his blue orbs as he slowed his hips, locking his gaze with hers as he wove his fingers with hers, palm to palm.
    She smiled at him while they moved together; it could have been five minutes, it could have been hours, but all Kora knew was that she was going to remember this joining for the rest of her life. When she started to shake, he gripped her hands, and she moved faster until her eyes widened and ripples of pleasure ran through her system and a low moan parted her lips.
    He was a moment behind her, baring his teeth and throwing his head back while his neck flexed with tension. She felt the vibration of his groan in every bit of skin that touched hers.
    His chest was heaving as he dragged in breaths.
    She chuckled and pulled his hand to her lips. Silence seemed the best option, so she leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. She felt him press his lips to her head, and a satisfied sigh ran through her.
    “Iomas Norilpo.”
    She blinked and slowly looked up at him. “Pleased to meet you, Iomas. This is one helluva handshake.”
    He smiled shyly. “Thank you. I wanted it to be memorable. Nothing worse than a mate who can’t remember your name.”
    She breathed against his cheek. “Iomas.”
    He turned his head and kissed her, releasing her hands to wrap his arms around her while he started to thrust inside her again.
    The next three hours were spent on her knees, riding him and holding him close as he climaxed in her arms. By the time they had gone from introduction to full conversation, he was lying next to her on his belly, holding her hand and grinning. “I was very wrong.”
    She blinked and wiped sweaty strands of hair from her eyes. “About what?”
    “You can indeed exhaust one of my kind, and I have never been happier to be incorrect.” He squeezed her hand and closed his pretty blue eyes.
    She ached, she was sticky, but it had proved one thing to her, if you could find a man you trusted, the sex was better than good.
     
    Bots brought breakfast for two to her room, and they carried all of Iomas’s items as well. It seemed that the Fairy had spoken. He was moving in, according to the ship that guarded them from the cold of space.
    Iomas sat up slowly, and he rubbed his eyes. “What am I seeing?”
    “The Star Fairy is moving you in. Apparently, my quarters are now your quarters.”
    He chuckled. “You are kidding.”
    “Nope. You can use the guestroom below as your office if you wish, or you can even do consults there, but you are now officially a member of the crew of this transport. There is no getting away from it; if you are with me, you are with her.”
    “I had no idea you were a package deal.” He grinned.
    She