walk you,” he said firmly.
She figured it wasn’t worth arguing and
allowed him to lead her back to her room, but he said a curt goodbye and
stalked off before she could thank him for lunch. Shrugging it off, she stepped
across the hall to Zola’s room. She had acquired two comm units and detailed
maps of the Keep and the city, and the women made a plan to start exploring.
Chapter Seven
She was cleaning up the remains of her
dinner when Kaje entered. He didn’t bother knocking, just sauntered in like he
belonged there. Hell, if the way her body reacted meant anything maybe he did.
He gave her a hot, dominant look that had her clenching her thighs together as
arousal surged through her. He should have to work at it a little, shouldn’t
he? It didn’t seem fair she responded with just a look. She let her gaze trail
down his body and sucked in a deep breath when she saw the hard ridge of
erection beneath his pants. He groaned.
“Baby, if you don’t stop looking at me
like that I’m going to be buried balls deep in you before I even get your top
off. And I want to taste you coming on my tongue tonight.”
Shock coursed through her. Not at the
crudity but at how much she wanted it. She could indulge her growing
fascination with this alien. She wanted to. Throwing caution to the wind, she
reached for the hem of her shirt and yanked it off before that annoying,
reasonable voice returned to her head. She didn’t want reason tonight. Hell no.
“The pants too, darlin’,” he ordered in
a gruff voice that made her shiver.
Later, she’d worry about how quick she
complied. Much, much later. She looped her fingers in the waistband and dragged
them down along with her panties. He finally moved, prowling towards her like
she was some kind of skittish prey. Slow. Primal. Hot . If he didn’t touch her soon she would start without him. She
set her palms on her stomach, itching to move them up, to cup her breasts and
squeeze her aching nipples until pleasure rushed through her. When had she
become so wanton? So greedy? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so
reckless and it felt damned good.
“Kaje,” she whispered, when he stopped
in front of her and took her wrists in his hands. He turned one over.
“I wish you had talked to me about this
first.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s dangerous. And you’re new
here.”
It was none of his business, but she
didn’t want to talk about that right now. She wanted him to fuck her until the
ache between her legs stopped. He moved her hands to the counter.
“Don’t let go.”
Trembling, she did as he asked and
clutched the edge. Then he cupped the back of her head and his lips covered
hers. They were firm, his tongue demanding and she responded eagerly, rubbing
her body against his. He nipped her bottom lip and gripped her hip, holding her
still until she opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
“Why are you stopping?”
“Not stopping. Slowing down.”
He swung her up into his arms and
carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently, pulled his shirt over his
head, then went to work on his boots, but when he stretched out next to her he
was still wearing his pants. That would not do at all. She wanted him naked,
moving inside her. She reached for him but he grabbed her hands and stretched
them over her head.
“Oh no, baby. I’m taking my time
tonight.”
Putting words to action, he leaned down
to lick one nipple, then sucked the other into his mouth. Slow. Gentle. A
tease.
“Harder,” she begged. “Please, Kaje.”
Teeth scraped the inside swell of her breast
and she groaned.
“You like pain, baby?”
She didn’t know how to answer. She’d
always been too afraid of rejection to ask before.
“I haven’t tried it,” she whispered,
feeling the blush crawl up her face.
Fantasized though? Hell yes. In theory, she craved it.
She wasn’t sure about reality. His hand slid up, rested on her collarbone a
second before moving to cup
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