Page 40 of The Interstellar Rake's Irresistible Kiss
Chapter 11
She was weak and scared, not because of the black hole’s proximity or being back on the station, but because she couldn’t believe how easily she gave in to a bad boy alien pirate captain and his wicked smile and his irresistible kisses.
Though she tried to steel herself, Trixie couldn’t hold back a soft moan of despair and desire as his big hands encircled her, snugging againsther backside and drawing her closer, if that were even possible when she was already leaning into him as if only he could keep her from falling. All her nerves had been humming from the moment Nor told her about the mission to the station, and now the pressure of his fingers seemed to twang on every overstretched anxiety like brittle rubberbands breaking, launching her into a heady universe of sensation.
She clung to his broad shoulders to keep from floating away on a wild tide of wanting. How could he make her forget the terrible things that had happened to her here? And how thrilled was she that he could.
With abandon she kissed him, as if she had to make every kiss count, make every breath last an eternity, when the abyss was so damned close. For the ones who hadn’t made it, she would liveand laugh and…
Yeah, she would even love.
Nor’s hands had drifted up inside her ill-fitting uniform and the coat he’d draped around her, so she used the leverage to wriggle out of those and stand before him only in a long, sheer tank top that passed for Thorkon underwear.
His pale blue eyes widened as she clambered up onto the planter to straddle him.
“You want to hold onto every moment?”she murmured. “Then start with me.”
She flattened her palm in the middle of his chest and nudged him over backward into the greenery. He took her with him, rolling her onto his castoff coat. The sweet fragrance of the exotic flowers hanging overhead and the tart scent of broken fronds wreathed them. In her mind, she’d understood that Earth was just a rock with a thin skin of water and air andlife spinning through space, but on the station, she reallygotit, saw how close they were to nothingness. But still these flowers bloomed against the dark and her blood flowed so hot with Nor’s mouth on hers.
Wrapping her heels behind his butt, she wrenched him close, and his knees dragged through the damp dirt, releasing a whiff of earth after a rain. In this moment, he wasn’t a spaceshipcaptain and she hadn’t been abducted by aliens—they were just two bodies joining as one.
He jerked up the hem of her tank top and bent down to kiss a blazing comet trail across her skin. She arched into his mouth when he fastened on the peak of her breast, drawing the distended nipple over the threatening edge of his teeth. The hint of sensual danger sent a lightning bolt of pleasure lancingdown her spine, and she grabbed at the waistband of his trousers, holding fast. The seal released under her grasp and she noted hazily that she’d done that. So much for always blaming him for his unfastened pants.
His swollen flesh surged into her palm. Oh, that was much better to hold onto anyway, velvet strong and yet it made her melt inside with a quicksilver violence that left her pantingin need.
He reared back, stripping off his shirt to reveal the corded musculature along his chest and banishing the last vestige of civilized refinement. The move knocked the tie out of his hair, and the dark gold waves lashed around his shoulders. He pinned her with a wild blue stare, his erection thrusting into her hand. Then he crashed down on her with a growl that might’ve frightened herif the same noise of hungry possession hadn’t been singing in her own blood.
“You taste of kyapa-sho,” he rasped. “Like spice and craving.”
“It’s you.” She swiped her finger along his jaw where a faint dusting of gold from the crushed pepper berries marked him.
He nipped at her fingertip then kissed his way up her bare arm before crossing her body to lick the tight bud of her nipple. Lavishly,he serviced the other until she was writhing. As he roamed higher, the rough scrape of his teeth along the edge of her throat made her strain toward him, wanting to give him more, and when he plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same moment he pierced her core, the rising heat of the spice on his lips and the stroke of his cock on her throbbing clit seemed to ignite her from both ends.
Shemoaned breathlessly as the soft earth and crushed foliage molded around her with each jolt of his hips into hers. The thick alien jungle curved above the thick alien male ramming her with lusty intent, and for an everlasting heartbeat, she imagined the universe was one with their bliss.
Her climax burst like fireworks: primitive, maybe, and dangerous, but beautiful.
The release flared out throughher veins irresistibly as Nor thrust again and again and again until he too spasmed with a hoarse cry.
She linked her hands at the small of his back as he arched into her, suspended for a breathless moment before slumping. His skin, more damp than the lush earth, slicked against hers, and she closed her eyes at the delicious friction between her legs.
She licked her lips, tasting the exoticspice and a dreadnaught captain even more delightful.
His mouth brushed over hers. “Take that, black hole,” he murmured. “We won’t be daunted.”
Cracking one eyelid to peer up at him, she smiled. “And if your worshipful crewmates walked in?”
“They’d get an eyeful too.” He waggled his ass, grinding into her to elicit another delicate spasm. “But actually I think we’re well hidden in this wilderness.”
If only they could stay like this. She sighed. The only thing worse than being abducted would be running away. One she could blame on Blackworm, but the other would be her own fault.
She lifted her hand to smudge away the last of the gold spice on his cheek and touched the scar beside his eye instead. “Why don’t you have this healed? Doctor Boshil told me even my old appendectomy scar couldbe erased with dermal regeneration.”
In a slow-motion collapse, Nor rolled to one side, pulling her with him onto his rumpled coat. When she nestled half on his chest, he wrapped his arm behind her back to keep her there, but a frown tugged at his mouth.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she started.
“No.” His tone was a little clipped, but she could tell he wasn’t aiming his repressed ire at her.“I’m just not…” He shrugged the shoulder that cushioned her head. “All the wounds that could have killed me, I had healed.”
