Page 81 of Silent Comrade
His rough finger pad trailed up her arm,drawing out goose bumps. “Literally anything.”
Not taking time to think, she turned towardhim, stood on tiptoes, fisted his Henley, and kissed him until theyboth gasped.
“Damn, Britt. Don’t you ever get tired?”Little lines crinkled next to his hazel eyes.
“Does that bother you?”
“Never. I could get used to an EnergizerBritt.”
She leaned back and bit her lower lip. “Ifit’s too much…”
With a growl and a wild shake of his head,he smashed his lips onto hers, opening her mouth, and tangling histongue with hers until her knees shook. He pulled back, drawing airlike he’d run a race. “It will never be too much.”
“Good.” She slid her hands under his shirt,encountering the chest holster strap over hard muscle.
He shuddered. Good. Britt ran her fingersdown over the ridges of his stomach muscles and under the waistbandof his cargo pants, to drift over the curve of his hard butt. Cargopants. On trend ten years ago, dated now, but ideal to hide hisguns and knives.
At some point, hanging out with a fullyarmed guy whose sole duty was to keep her alive had become a normalday for Britt.
Speaking of fully armed…
She encountered the ridge of his harderection, pushing against briefs to rise almost above hiswaistband. A flick of a belt and a button gave her access to pushthe briefs down so that she could stroke and cup him.
“Damn it.” He fished out his phone with ashaking hand and ran through the app, turning the fashion labcameras off and deactivating the badge reader outside the door sono one could enter. He dropped the phone on the metal sewing tablewith a loud clatter.
“All clear?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She smiled up at him until his eyes widenedas she encircled him firmly. She ran her thumb over the smooth anddamp head of his penis. Sweat beaded his upper lip. A squeeze onhis heavy balls had him clenching her upper arms tight enough tomake her yelp.
“Sorry,” he panted. “Damn, you don’t messaround, do you?”
A quick stab of doubt made her pause. “Wouldyou prefer it if I were coy and shy?”
“Hell, no. I love everything you’re doingand how you’re doing it.” He shuddered again when she stroked hislength. “Obviously. My main concern is logistics.” He eyed the highsewing table. “How do you want to do this?”
Lifting a leg and sliding her bare foot overhis calf, she rocked against him. “Fabric cutting table?”
“Roger that.” He pulled his briefs and pantsloosely around his hips, boosted her up, and she wrapped her legsaround him, the skirt bunching up over her thighs. Every step as hewalked across the room rubbed his erection against her core. Hardwarmth and polyester knit created a terrific friction combination.Who knew?
Resting her butt on the laminated cuttingtable’s sturdy edge, he slid his garments back down and groaned. Heslipped off her lightweight scarf. “At some point, we should tryusing something like a king bed, sweets.”
“Kind of conventional, don’t you think?”
“Hell, if you want acrobatic sex in zero-G,I’ll do my damndest to make it happen for you.” He braced his armson the table, leaning in close. Licking his upper lip, he said,“Don’t let me hold back your creativity.”
Invitation accepted, she pulled him to her.The sweep of his tongue into her mouth demanded and promised more.She dropped her head back, giving him all access as he nipped andlicked over her lips and neck and the vee of her t-shirt. He cuppedher breasts in his warm hands through the shirt, and sheshivered.
Then she floated backward. His hand underher neck supported her until she rested on the table, legs danglingover the edge, skirt up around her hips. With a hook of her pantiesusing his finger, air cooled her heated flesh.
“Hot damn. Midnight snack.” He knelt. Hiswarm breath teased her entrance until she squirmed. “You’re minenow.” He held her thighs with his iron grip, opening her to him.She tried a test movement. Nope. Couldn’t move.
God, she needed him to touch her, to relievethe pressure building, to do … something. She gave a frustratedsqueal as she reached for him.
Red ducked out of the way, chuckled, andplanted his mouth on her sensitive skin. Relentlessly, he lickedbetween her folds in long strokes. Then he groaned deep in histhroat and sucked her clit, creating pressure that took her rightup to the edge of pain. Right when the pressure started to sting,he stroked downward with his tongue and into her core. Again andagain. She panted. It was too much sensation, too much connection,her senses overloaded. Her head rolled from side to side as hecontinued to nip and lick, using nothing but his mouth to give herthe sweetest torment. Pressure built down deep in her belly. Shelaced her fingers with his, their hands joined on top of herthighs.
He lifted his head. “You still good?”
