Page 167 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

For once, I didn’t argue his claim. I wasn’t completely convinced, but I wasn’t so stubborn not to recognize the signs. Whatever this was between us was more than a few good—really fucking good—orgasms. From the moment I gave in, I’d felt safe with him—happier, lighter.

In my thirty-two years of existence in the infinite universe, I’d been with plenty of partners. There had even been one relationship I’d almost walked away from terraforming for, but none had given me the starfruit daiquiris-on-the-beach feel I’d been chasing all my mostly lonely life.

Being tucked inside Thrash’s arms felt even better.

Damn if I hadn’t run headfirst—or pussy-first—right into that entanglement I’d spent the last couple years fervently avoiding.

I sighed and snuggled against my personal radiator. A renewed thread of worry flared in my chest. I’d been so distracted by, well,distractions, that I’d let myself forget we had bigger concerns. “The colony habitat can run on backup power for a month, but we can’t. We should catalogue whatever rations are left down here.”

“Mmm.” Thrash mumbled sleepily into my hair.

My brow pinched. “Aren’t you concerned about our situation?”

He chuckled. “I’m enjoying our situation.”

“Sure, it was great and a long time coming, but have you considered what happens tomorrow? What about next week?”

Laughter vibrated his broad chest against my back. “No. I could not have put together a single coherent thought with my face buried in your luscious cunt and your hot mouth on my cock.”

My thoughts came to a screeching halt. His declaration sent a tight, pulling sensation from my core to my clit. I squeezed my thighs together and tried to forget the soft appendage nestled against my backside. His groin was warmer than the rest of him, and despite the thickness of these uncomfortable pants, I felt his heat through our clothes.

“Okay, fair.” My brain was still half-lost in the clouds, but I was team lead for a reason. “We need to make a plan. First, how many rations did you find?”

A groggy, mumbling chuckle ruffled my hair. “So full of questions.”

“I am. I’d like to survive to be full of other things.” I wiggled my ass against his dick, just in case he hadn’t picked up on my not-so-subtle inuendo.

His fingers flexed on my hip. “We have the rations to survive. I do not have the stamina to survive your squirming.”

“Sorry.” I wasn’t sorry.

“No, you’re not. Get some rest.” He slapped my butt, and with his face nuzzled against my neck, his deep voice vibrated in my ear. I heard the humor—and the challenge—beneath his words. “You’re going to need it.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. The blanket’s rough material pulled at my hair. “Wake me when you’re ready for round two.”

He huffed a laugh and tightened his hold. It wasn’t long before his breathing deepened, and he slept.

I lay silent, staring into the hazy, dimly lit darkness. I’d already outlived the average terraformer. Until today, I would have been fine with saying goodbye to what had been a good life. I’d lived it to the fullest, and not only made my mark, but carved out space in the infinite universe—perfectly engineered empyrean planets for others to live better lives.

But now there was Thrash. I wanted more years, more sex, more companionship, more everything with this man. I hoped we would survive to experience all of that, but in the meantime, I’d make the most of the situation.

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I woketo a warm palm against my lower belly, a finger strumming my clit, and a thick cock against my ass. “Oh,” I breathed.

“I am ready for round two.” Thrash ground himself harder against my backside.

“So I feel.” I simultaneously laughed and groaned.

He withdrew his hand, trailing fingers, damp from my arousal, over my belly.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to die today?” I was only half kidding. Don’t wake me up by getting me all hot and bothered and stop mid-game.

Pushing me into a sitting position he said, “Take off your clothes.”

“Just because you made my eyes roll back in my head does not give you the right to order….” My gaze dropped to his lap and throat tightened, turning my words into something that resembled the final breath of a deflating balloon.

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