Page 50 of Salvation
Chapter Sixteen
Ping.
Nick stirred, and the warm body wrapped in his embrace groaned. The sound was softly feminine, as was the supple bottom pressed against his stirring manhood. If he could wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life, he’d be the happiest man ever. He lifted Saku’s hair to nibble and lick that tender spot just below her ear, while another part of him searched for her other sweet spot.
Ping.
Saku moaned and arched her back, snuggling her bottom even closer. He ran his hand over the swell of her hip, nudged her entrance with his tip. And froze. What was he doing? This woman had been victimized, her trust broken in the most horrible way, and here he was taking liberties with a body she’d only just begun to share with him. Saku was his now.His. And he must step up and protect her, even if that meant from his own goddamn urges.
He gently moved away from the intimate contact. Sakura groaned, what had to be the sexist protest ever. “Mmmm, Nick. Don’t stop.” The gentle touch of her hand against his thigh halted his retreat. “Need you. Now.”
Who was he to argue? Clearly, his woman knew what she wanted. “God, Saku.” He nuzzled the curve of her neck, mouthed kisses along her shoulder, and slid into her welcoming heat from behind. As she surrounded him, he let out a content sigh. He pulled out, then sank in again, finding a rhythm that would set them both on fire, and was rewarded with her sexy little mewls of pleasure. He picked up his tempo until she arched her back, and her breath caught as she clenched in hard waves around him. A low growl rumbled low in his throat as he thrust hard once, twice, spilling his seed into her even as she continued to milk him.
Their heavy breathing filled the silence that followed.
Ping.
“Nick?” Saku whispered.
“Mmm?”
“I think your comm is ringing.”
Huh. Who would be calling him this early in the morning…? “Oh, damn.”
“What?”
“It’s probably Dante. He agreed to make the rounds with me out to the Directionals today.”
Ping.
“Sounds cold.” Saku shivered in an exaggerated manner, a teasing way to illustrate her point. “Glad I am staying here. Where it is warm.”
“Funny.” He rose up on one elbow and leaned over her to grab his comm off the night stand, the action dislodging him from her. She made a small whimper of disappointment, and he gave her shoulder a kiss. “You can havehimback when I get home tonight.” And every night for the rest of their lives, if he had his way. He tapped his finger against the comm. “Nick here.”
“My apologies for waking you, Nick.” Dante’s voice filled the sex-scented air and Saku rolled onto her back. Damn, her body was tempting, even this soon after their morning exercise. “The storm that was not due in until tomorrow picked up speed overnight. It should be over us by this evening.”
Nick locked gazes with Saku. “Well, that sucks.” Then he refocused on the comm. “Guess we’d better get going soon.”
“I await you at your door.”
“Ten-four, good buddy.” He disconnected the comm. “You know he’s here for breakfast, not because he wants to get going, right?”
Sakura ran her hand over her flat stomach. “Tinan.” She murmured the Matiran command to prevent pregnancy, then met his gaze with a grin. “I guess we should let him in and feed him, then.”
~*~
Nick crunched over the crusty surface of the snow-covered walkway, breakfast a distant memory and lunch a promise yet to be fulfilled. The path between East Village and South Village had been plowed once already today, so there was very little chance anyone would come through for a second pass. Not until after the storm. He cast a glance at the leaden sky. Even though the first snowflakes should start falling soon, he and Dante still had plenty of time to finish their rounds.
He wiped his nose with the back of his glove for at least the millionth time. If the frigid air didn’t sting his cheeks so much he might actually enjoy the walk. Right now he’d lay money on it being warmer in Siberia.
“Gryf and Graig did several training missions in this area as cadets,” Dante said.
In this god-forsaken, frigid place? “Wouldn’t that be considered hazing?”
Dante may have shaken his head, but it was hard to tell with the fur-lined hood covering it. “That is not a practice the old fleets condoned.”
“What about the Unified Defense Fleet?”
