Page 87 of Stars in Umbra
All his plans for the coming week were clear, making room for her.
All he could think about was how to keep her close while she was still on Eden II.
How he’d make her laugh, moan, go deeper into her essence,fokkin’ drown in it.
More thoughts slipped through, of forever perhaps, with her.
His mouth curled at the thought. It was wild, but hell, he was up for it.
He turned once more, eyes on her lithe, beautiful spine and the curve of her hips.
Damn this woman, this storm in human form.
As soon as she woke, he was ready to immerse himself in all of her, over and over again.
RINA
Rina stirred under the soft linen sheets, warm and tangled in Mo’s heavy embrace.
His lips brushed the crown of her head.
A pleased rumble vibrated through his chest.
‘Morning,mi kaya,’ he murmured against her curls.
She smiled, eyes still closed, nuzzling closer.
One of his hands splayed across her hip, the other lifted to stroke a slow path down her arm. His touch was so tender she almost wept.
‘You’re giving off the most sensual, sexy scent,’ he said, trailing kisses from her temple to her shoulder, sniffing her skin, getting high on her.
‘And you smell like trouble,’ she replied, voice husky with sleep.
He laughed and rolled, pinning her, pressing a kiss to the center of her chest. ‘Damn right.’
A soft chime interrupted them, announcing the arrival of a visitor.
Rina groaned and covered her eyes.
‘I’ve got this,’ Mo rasped.
He rose, pulled on his pants, and padded barefoot to open the suite door.
A sleek droid bot glided in, pushing a silver trolley, and left moments later.
Mo opened the lid, which lifted with a hiss of steam, revealing spiced egg custard buns.
A second platter featured slivers of cured sky-fish, pickled fennel, and edible orchids, along with miniature coffee tarts and a crystal bowl of sweet peaches soaked in star flower syrup.
Finally, akahawacarafe with a brew so rich it filled the room with roasted heat.
Rina’s stomach growled, tugged on a long tee, and wandered into the living area, staring with delight at the feast.
‘You ordered breakfast?’ she exclaimed.
‘I always feed women I plan to ravish all day long,’ Mo rasped with a wolfish grin.
She tossed a couch cushion at him, laughing. ‘Smooth.’
