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I felt her excitement building, her muscles quivering and tensing as she rose to meet my mouth. Her sounds are near to screaming as she dances on my tongue, and I push deeply todrink her in. Emmy's body tenses suddenly then snaps as though she has come to the edge of a precipice and fallen over. The way her body clenches and flutters around my tongue is the most exquisite pleasure, and I never want to stop tasting her sweet arousal flooding over my mouth.
I haven’t had enough of her—I will never have enough of her.
My cock throbs with jealousy as I slide one, then two fingers easily past the warmth of her entrance. Throwing back her head with a low deep moan, Emmy's body convulsed around me as I moved my fingers deeper, faster. Her breath shortened, and a moan rippled through her throat as I cupped my mouth over her, swirling my tongue over the sensitive nub before sucking it inside me.
My brain burns with desire and lust, set ablaze by the taste of her, the smell of her skin, the feel of her thighs clenched around my head. When her moans grow louder, and her body pulses around my fingers, I can't stop. The musky scent of her fills me, intoxicating me until I can't remember how anything else feels or tastes. Everything is wet and soft under my tongue, and I don't stop until she falls into a limp, trembling mass, completely spent.
If this is the only way I can ever claim her, it will be enough. I want her to come apart under my mouth and hands until I draw my last breath. My cock is still hard, even though at some point I spilled in my pants simply from her taste and watching as she writhed in pleasure.
Emmy trembled as I moved to lie beside her, and I heard the faint clicks of her teeth chattering. Without hesitation, shecomes into my arms, snuggling against my chest, and nothing in my whole life has ever felt as perfectly right as this moment.
“Are you okay?” Her forehead tasted salty from the faint sheen of sweat covering her skin.
“I’m perfect,” Emmy sighed.
“Yes, you are.” I pressed another kiss to her lips, feeling her smile under the touch of my mouth.
“Sleep with me?” Her curls tickle my chin as she settles against me, tucking her head against my throat.
"I won't leave your side," I promised, shifting so the wetness at my crotch didn't press against her. I still didn't have enough control to lie beside her unclothed.
Emmy hummed, happy as my fingers stroked through her hair. I felt her relax against me, heard her breath ease into slumber, my chest expanded, heart pounding so strongly I feared it might wake her.
Sweet Valana!
She could never truly be mine… but I knew now, without question, I would never find the strength to let her go.
Chapter 13
Emmy
What a delicious dream!
My body floated toward the surface of consciousness, but I wanted to linger in sleep—in the realm where Khaion's touch and kiss were mine to enjoy. The realm where he played my body like a maestro with his instrument. I want to dwell in the dream forever, with him and the throbbing, pulsing pleasure he wrung from my body again and again.
I relived each touch in my mind, trying to push myself back into a slumber where the feel of his tongue and hands were so vivid it almost seemed real. His tongue was long and rough, kissing and licking over my nipples as he worked his way down my body. The memory of his mouth on my clit sends a shiver spasming through my body.
What a fabulous dream!
Of course, my southern grandmother would return from heaven and whip my butt if I behaved as I did in my perfect nighttime fantasy. A small giggle breaks from my lips as I recall the way I dropped my towel and pawed at Khaion like some femme fatale from an eighty’s movie. Dream-Khaion's response dripped with desire and need. If the real Khaion was half as good as the dream, Khaion….
Have mercy!
I was seriously getting a crush on him.
Oh, who am I kidding… I’m already crushing on him—hard.
My body wants him.
And my heart… well, that’s just crazy. My heart can’t be involved in this—I’ve only been in space a little over a week, and he’s an alien—an utterly gorgeous, sweet, sexy alien, but still an alien.
Claire fell in love with Jamie, and he was alien to her.
The thought flitted through my head, jolting me with its rightness. Recollecting the plot from the first book, Claire Beauchamp time-travels back to the 18thcentury and meets highlander Jamie Fraser a rather perfect analogy of what happened to me.
Fate yanked Claire away to a time and place completely alien to her—check.
Claire meets Jamie, the handsome warrior who rescues and protects her—check.
