Page 26 of The Interstellar Rake's Irresistible Kiss
Chapter 8
Nor almost recoiled, his belly tightening at the trust and willingness shining brighter than the streaks of jewel-tone green in her eyes. He’d been his mother’s blackmail scheme, his father’s sorry secret, a pirate captain prowling the edge of civilized space before buying his way to respectability. No one trusted him, and their willingness to have him in their presence extended onlyso far as their need to use him.
What Trixie wanted from him was too pure and a wish he knew too well: One night without nightmares and the chance to start a new day unbound by the clinging shadows of the past.
It was too much, what she was asking with the sweet yearning in her eyes and the even sweeter temptation of her arched body, every gorgeous curve straining upward toward him as if Azthronosgravity had no claim on her andhewas the center of her orbit.
Too much, and yet there was no way he wasn’t going to give it to her.
He dipped his head to kiss her again, desperately, as if he could find his own balance in the soft heat of her mouth. No, he needed more than that. He angled his knees between her, wedging her thighs wider, exposing that even softer, hotter center. The tantalizingmusky hint of her arousal inflamed him, and his engorged flesh swelled tauter, pointing the way to that plump, darkened slit so insistently even the universe’s worst captain wouldn’t get lost.
She let out a needy whimper against his lips as he set the blunt head of his erection at her opening. He was already slick from his last teasing pass across her folds, but with a surreptitious transferof spit from his fingers to his shaft, he readied himself for her. If only he’d brought more mead or pretty flowering plants of the sort females appreciated or at least personal lubricant, but he’d not guessed this was how his night would end. He had only his spit and his desire to give her pleasure.
He gritted his teeth as the pump of his own hand enlarged him even more. The ir part of his irThorkonheritage had been a smirk-worthy part of his pervy pirate mystique, but for his little Trixie, he suddenly wished for less swagger. He smoothed the wetness of her folds to ease his way and she raised her hips like some primitive offering.
The half a nobleman inside him might’ve been decorously bemused, but the pirate knew how to plunder.
“Wider,” he demanded softly. “Let me in.”
With a sighof surrender, she splayed her knees. She tilted her head back, exposing the reddened circle his mouth had left on her throat. A roar that was not noble or brigand but pure beast swelled in his throat. He’d marked her as his, and now he would take her.
He framed one hand over the small thatch of springy curls on her mound, delighting in the texture against the pads of his fingers and the darkerflesh, glossy with her desire, contrasting against the paler skin of her inner thighs. This was a prize worth keeping…
She bit at her lower lip as he nudged into her core so he paused to lick at her breasts again. She liked that; he felt it in the velvety ruching of skin around her nipples, the hard little thrust of the nubs against his tongue. She wasn’t large in the bosom, like she wasn’t largeanywhere compared to him, and he wanted to cradle her protectively to his body, keep her close.
But the wet heat at her center and the upward strain of her hips reminded him that she hadn’t asked for his protection. And she didn’t need it—he’d seen her shoot, after all.
With infinite fortitude (well, not infinitely infinite; he probably had a few lightseconds of patience left) he sank into herbody. She took him and took him, and his seething breath hissed out and out until his head was whirling with hypoxic stars, her inner muscles as tight around him as a blind run through an asteroid field.
When their hips aligned perfectly, he finally took a gulp of air, expanding his chest and driving him just a little deeper into heaven. She shifted to lock her ankles at his back, her hips along-awaited refuge for his, joining them even more intimately. He froze at the all-consuming sensation of connection. By the many Thorkon gods, she had taken him in his entirety. He could stay here forever…
She splayed her hands across his chest, staring up at him, the dark mead-brown striations of her gaze threatening to drown him in their intoxicating depths. “Docking complete,” she murmured.
He stared down at her in consternation. “Really?”
She grinned at him saucily, all mishkeet cheeks and crinkled eyes glinting green. “Yes sir, Captain sir.”
Half growling, half laughing, he rolled her across the mattress and splayed back with her on top. He gazed up at her through half-lidded eyes. “What wouldyoudo with command, my little outlaw?”
She lifted herself just a bit off him, andhe groaned at the loss.
“First,” she whispered, “I’d get a feel for the controls.” She braced her palms on his tensed pecs as she lifted herself a little farther yet and descended again with aching slowness.
He slammed his arms to either side, clenching his fists in the covers to stop himself from grabbing her. “Then what?”
“Then I’d get a taste for what’s under the hood.” She leaned down toslant her mouth hard across his.
Ah, she was fierce despite her tiny self. He parted his lips to let her in, letting her control their union, but he couldn’t quite stop himself from reaching up to cup her breasts, weighing the gorgeous handfuls and squeezing the distended peaks between his fingers. The grind of her pelvis against his made every muscle in his body between his knees and his nipplestense in anticipation.
“And then?” he asked huskily when she raised her head.
“Then I’d take it out for a joyride.”
She straightened, her palms flattened on his belly while she rocked into his straining flesh.
Joy… Was that what this was? The runaway racing of his blood was lust. The need in his erection was agony. The warm connection that wasn’t just their intimate parts, the soft sparklein her eyes… Was that joy? He wasn’t sure he’d know without further exploration.
With her eyes half closed in bliss, she rubbed herself on him, her breaths coming faster and her skin flushing a sunrise pink. He gritted his teeth as each stroke pushed him closer to the edge, but he wasn’t going anywhere without her. To distract himself, he mapped her body with his fingertips, learning every curveand hollow, each tender spot that made her gasp or sigh. When he circled one thumb gently over the tight bundle of nerves where their bodies joined, she gasp-sigh-stiffened in a way that told him he’d found her joy. Or at least this little bit of it.
