Page 16 of Holiday with the Aliens

“Where are our bags?” she asked, an edge of huskiness in her voice.

“In the cargo hold. Ettie has toiletries we can use.” He’d been so caught up in the drama of the day that he’d forgotten to grab a change of clothes for each of them, but they’d manage. It was only one night.

“Hmm,” Ro said. “So we don’t want what we’re wearing to get all sleep rumpled, do we? Best to get it off now.” She leaned her neck to the side as he placed kisses over her pulse, and he loved the way he could feel it kick up as he splayed a hand against her stomach to keep her steady. She was so soft in his arms that it was almost hard to reconcile her with the tough as nails woman she was outside of the bedroom, but he loved all sides of her. How could he not?

Ro stepped out of his hold and turned to face him. She didn’t have far to go in the small quarters, and he could still feel the heat of her body. She shucked off her top and pushed down her pants, kicking off her shoes along the way. Despite her protests about preventing their clothes from getting wrinkled, she didn’t seem particularly concerned as she sauntered the two steps it took to sink down onto the bed. She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

As if Dash needed more prompting to get naked around her.

His clothes evaporated off of him, or that’s what it felt like happened, and he had no idea where they ended up, but he didn’t care. Not when Ro was right there, ready and waiting for him.

He needed to taste her, to worship her. Needed to show her just what they could have together, what they could be.

He knelt at her feet and her legs fell apart to give him room. She wasn’t shy about this, and he loved that about her too. Loved that she could revel in their pleasures and tell him what she wanted, whether by word or by action. And when he began to kiss a trail up her thigh, her hands went to his head, her fingers on his braids, holding him in place as he feasted. His tongue delved, reveling in the taste of her and the little sounds she made. And the big ones. She arched against him and panted, all the while demanding more.

Dash’s cock was hard as a rock and he needed a third hand to stroke it, but he dedicated all his parts to bringing her pleasure. He could wait, even if waiting was a sweet torture.

His fingers joined his tongue, and the sound Ro made wasn’t in any language that his translator could handle. She fell back against the wall, one hand holding her up as best as it could, but she was sinking into the pleasure, surrendering to it, and Dash wanted to give her more. He wanted her to forget where they were, forget her worries, forget everything except him and the sensations that he brought to her. But just as he was certain she was about to crest, he pulled back, teasing her and making her curse.

But it was a curse with a grin. “Do it again,” she dared.

Dash couldn’t resist a dare.

Good cheer and pleasure rolled off of her in waves, and Dash was sure he’d never need to sleep again with all the power she was generating. He distantly realized that Ettie probably knew exactly what they were doing, that she’d be able to feel the happiness, but he didn’t care. Why should he?

This time, Dash didn’t pull away, and when Ro cried out, he pulled her through the pleasure, licking and kissing his way up the rest of her body as her breathing calmed.

His cock was leaking and he needed his own release, but not until she gave the word. Or until she pulled him down, sealed hermouth against his, and wrapped her legs around his waist. That was a signal he could read too.

They joined, his cock nudging its way into her tight heat and making her moan as Dash let out little desperate sounds, trying to keep himself under control. She was so tight, so wet, so hot that he was ready to come already, but he was barely seated in her and he would control himself.

He would.

But he had to hold still for a moment to get his body in line. Ro looked up at him with a grin. She knew exactly what was going on, and she wriggled against him, making it harder.

So this was a game? He’d show her.

A smile bloomed on his face and he thrust deep. Ro’s eyes went wide and her face lost the grin as pleasure overtook her. It was almost too much, he could tell, on that edge between just enough and over. But he would stay on the right side. And he was determined to see her come again before he joined her. He wanted to hear those pleasure drunk noises she made, wanted to watch her lose control. It was unlike anything else in all the worlds and he’d sell his soul to make it happen.

But there was no need for anything so drastic. And with each thrust he brought her closer until she called out his name and her body rippled around his, clenching him tight and bringing him over that edge with her, spilling into her and giving all of himself to her.

It was everything a joining should be, and unspeakable words hovered on his tongue, things she would think were impossible, emotions that had sprung up to early.

He had to bite his tongue to keep them back. They still had a few days left together, if everything went as it should. He couldn’t spring this on her yet.

They ended up tangled together out of both desire and necessity, the bed really too small for the both of them. PerhapsDash should have offered to sleep in the common room or on the floor, but given the way Ro was clutching him close, he knew that offer would have been rejected out of hand. And he was too selfish to even pretend he wanted to be anywhere else.

A ton of good cheer and his mate in bed with him. It was all a reilendeer could want. Dash tugged her even closer, unwilling to let go. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep, given how wired he was from the surge of energy, but as Ro went lax in his arms, he could feel his own eyelids getting heavy. And in no time he joined her. His mate, the woman he loved.

The woman he couldn’t let go.

Chapter Eight

Sex was the best sleep aid out there. At least sex with Dash was. Despite all the stress of the day before, Ro was ready to spring out of bed and meet the day. Or to snuggle back up against the warm man next to her and enjoy a few more hours together.

But it had to be option one. They were due to approach Earth soon and she had to be ready.

The shower was at the other end of the hall and Ro was sure she looked well-fucked, with messy hair and a grin on her face as she made a break for it in rumpled clothes. But none of the crew saw her. Not that she cared. Ettie already knew that she and Dash were together, and she wasn’t sure how sex worked on the planet the other crewmembers were from, if it worked at all. A lot of aliens were surprisingly compatible with human biology, or so she’d heard, but then there were some who were repulsed by sex or thought it sounded inefficient.

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