her
shoulder and she realized he stood right behind her. His touch was
light, almost delicate, as he trailed his long fingers down her arm until
he grasped her hand and urged her to turn around. She obediently—
but reluctantly—did as he wished, taking in a breath as she tilted her
head up and stared into his eyes. They held a glitter she had never
seen before.
His mouth quirked at the corner. “Relax. Surely anyone with the
nerve to land a transport on a disintegrating planet and manage to
pilot it back through one of the worst cosmic storms I have seen isn’t
afraid.”
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“I’m nervous, sir,” she admitted. “Behind the controls I am the
equal of any pilot, male or female. In this situation, you are very
much in charge even discounting your rank. I dislike feeling
helpless.”
It was true. She barely came up to his shoulder so he towered over
her and the width of his brawny shoulders was intimidating. His voice
was a little husky as he said, “You won’t be helpless, Peyton. If at any
time you are uncomfortable with what we’re doing, ask me to stop. I
will. You have my word.”
She found herself staring at his mouth, wondering how it would
be against hers, how his lips would feel roaming across her skin…
“I am not allowed to ask you to do anything.” She almost forgot
and added, “Sir.”
“I really don’t think much about rank in bed.” His breath was
warm against her lips as he lowered his head.
When he kissed her, she fought a gasp, his hard mouth covering
hers in insistent pressure.
It was unlike any kiss she’d ever experienced. Hot,
dominating…exciting. Molten heat speared through her body. His
tongue invaded her mouth and she relinquished the battle.
She had to, she excused herself.
But even if she didn’t….
She would have.
He didn’t so much kiss her as possess her. The palpable hunger
surprised her in a male so normally controlled and cold. As he feasted
on her mouth, his hands began to roam. Over her ass, across the small
of her back, to her shoulders, and then downward, so his palms
separated them as he cupped her breasts. The reaction of her body was
instant, her nipples going taut.
“Let’s lie down,” he murmured against her lips. “Standing up is
good too, but this first time let’s keep it simple. I’ve been abstinent
this entire time out. I didn’t think it would be this long because we
didn’t anticipate the problems on Epsilon.”
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Through his regulation pants she could feel his erection. He was
huge, the long length hard against her stomach, giving her a nervous
quiver. “Sir, I—”
He paused in the act of lifting her nude body onto the bed. “You
what, Lieutenant?”
What hell was she going to do? Try and back out now? “I don’t
know,” she confessed, staring up at him.
“I do know,” he said, that very slight smile surfacing again. “You
defied orders, correct?”
“Yes.’ She gasped as he deposited her on the bed.
Long fingers went deftly to the fastenings on his pants. “And
chose sexual servitude over losing rank or flying status, right?”
Peyton nodded, watching him undress.
“Then you requested to service me and Colonel Naiad. Do I have
this all straight?” He shoved the material down his lean hips,
revealing his jutting cock.
By the stars, she hadn’t really expected he would be so large. She
stared at his erection, fascinated, and squeaked out, “I think so.”
“I just wanted to make sure.” He stepped out of his pants and
climbed onto the bed. On top of her, in fact, settling his weight on his
elbows. Raven hair brushed his shoulders and one stray lock fell
across his forehead, giving him a softer look than his usual icy
command. He kissed her again, taking his time, exploring deep,
licking the corners of her mouth, skimming her teeth. His skin was
hot, smooth, the muscles in his upper arms bulging impressively as he
kept his
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