Page 71 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“We’re not evenly matched.”
“Pardon?” she said.
“Only one of us is topless.” He waggled his brows.
She laughed.
God, what he wouldn’t do to hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to screw this up.
“You could put your shirt back on,” she suggested. Though the playfulness in her voice suggested that’s not what she wanted.
“Or we could remove your dress,” he said as she reached behind her. Her back straightened as she unzipped her dress, pushing her breasts out toward him.
She was nervous suddenly. Hell, so was he.
“Want me to stop?” he said as he pushed the yellow dress past her breasts and hips until it fell in a puddle at her bare feet.
A graceful hand drew light circles on his ribs and feathering across his skin in a way that woke every part of him. Her hand brushed over his cock, giving him her answer.
Instantly hard, Sersie’s cock pressed against his pants. He’d never wanted another woman like he wanted her. Seven years was a long time, but had it been Rissa standing here, giving herself to him, he’d walk into the jungle and run as far as he could.
“I never used before Rissa came along. Never had a desire or need.”
Hannah tilted her head as if trying to figure him out, even as he reached back and pulled the tie from her hair. He liked how her red locks spread over her shoulders, carefree, natural. He ran his eyes down her body. Her nipples tightened, pushing against the thin bra.
He ran a finger over the tight peaks. Deep breaths pushed her breasts higher. He continued circling the tight buds, eager to taste them, to taste her, all of her. She tipped her head back, her hair falling behind her as Sersie pushed the bra down and sucked on her very taut nipple.
“I’m so sorry, Sersie. For everything she did to you.”
He didn’t want her sympathy. That was a useless emotion, especially on Narkos. He got himself into his situation and no one to blame except himself. All he wanted from her was to hear her moanfor him.
“I don’t want to talk about the past, Hannah,” he said as she stroked his cock through his pants.
“Thank you for telling me,” she said, feminine, grateful, and surprisingly vulnerable as if she didn’t expect him to confide in her.
That surprised him, though it shouldn’t have. For as much as she talked about being a unit, she had low expectations when it came to him. That hurt. He wanted to please her, to show her they could all get along. After all, if they planned to share her, they’d have to get along. And he planned on sharing her. He’d prefer to have her to himself, any man would, but Ky’Li and Vaughn had already claimed her.
Hannah jerked out of his grip. “I heard a noise outside.”
“Third shift isn’t over. The others are still working. It’s probably a durgis jumping from tree to tree.”
Her face relaxed, and he placed her hand back on his cock. “Now, where were we?”
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HANNAH
Sersie’s kisses trailed down her neck to the top of one breast. He didn’t bother removing her bra. The brazen man tongued her nipple through the thin material, soaking the fabric and giving her a delicious tingle in the process. The material grazed against her, adding a new level of sensitivity to an already-hard peak.
As she stroked him, he pushed his cock against her hand, tempting her to lower his fly.
“Want to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear.
Her bra wasn’t the only part of her that was wet.
Sersie’s hand curved over her hip and slowly rolled her panties down far enough to run his fingers through her slit. Her knees began to buckle at the sheer pleasure of him touching her there, all while he sucked on her breast.
Too much clothing. That was her only thought as she fumbled for his zipper. She needed to touch his warm skin, the iron-hard length of him, make the man moan. Before she could lower his zipper, he cupped her ass with both hands and with his pants still on, ground against her.
