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My uneven, heavy breathing was my only tell as I forced more levity into my tone. “Roll back over. I want to be the little spoon.”
“The what?” she said, incredulous, muttering again about language.
I rolled back towards the wall. “You heard me.”
Shohari’s muscular arms settled around me, her wide, wet lips pressing a kiss where my neck and shoulder met.
My eyes drifted closed, and I rested one hand over hers. This had to be enough.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Only comm the captain if something is on fire
Shohari
WHEN I woke, it was with my mouth full of fuzz and my face pressed against something warm and smooth. I peeled away, leaving drool behind. As my eyes adjusted to the low lighting, I realised the something in front of me was my sweet, endearing alien. Here. In my bed.
Last night came back to me in groggy spurts. I didn’t remember everything, but I remembered enough. How close we’d come to fucking, how infuriatingly honorable he’d been. How serious we’d gotten in places.
Kheh, it was too early for that.
I circled my hips as though I was the one fucking him in this position. My clit tingled and stiffened, and I rubbed up and down his firm arse.
“Good morning, Captain,” Garrison purred, and he rolled his magnificent buttocks over my clit. “I see you’re as awake as I am.”
I slid my hand over his hip, grabbing his cock, and he gave the most delicious moan, so I stroked him with what I hoped wasn’t a too-firm grip.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered, thrusting within the circle of my hand.
As I savoured the feel of his hot length, my cunt clenched with need. Gods, I had to have him inside me again.
I gave him another stroke and squeeze, biting the thick muscle where his neck met his shoulder—rapidly becoming a favourite part of his body—and pushed away. “Convi,” I grated. “Don’t move.”
In the small convenience room, I checked in the mirror. Sure, I looked a little worse for wear, but I allowed myself a wide smile, bouncing on the balls of my feet, letting myself own this fleeting happiness.
I freshened up in a rush, stripping off my clothes as I padded back to the bed, diving under the covers and snuggling up to him.
Garrison was so warm, so soft yet firm. Why did he have to feel so damn good?
I brushed kisses over his neck and shoulders, gratified to hear his little moans. As I nibbled on his ear, I said, “Show me this position you want to try.”
“Are you sure?”
I pinned him beneath me and lowered my voice to a growl. “You got away with saying no last night. I’ve been very,verypatient, but you’re either going to fuck me or get out of my bed.”
He propped himself up on one arm, eyes twinkling with desire and promise. “Is that so?”
I let the low rumble in my chest answer for me.
“Well then, Captain. I’m not getting out of this bed until I’ve shown youexactlyhow I want to fuck you,” Garrison said, voiceall low and husky and full of potential. “You’ll have to let me be in control.” He flashed blunt teeth. “Can you cope?”
“Thewholetime? I like a challenge.” It would just be a different one from the continual fight for dominance among kri’ith matings. “I’ll let you, just this once, but next time, I’m going to lock you, and you’ll be mine.”
His full lips parted, and he sucked in a breath. “It’s a deal. But first, I need to apologise.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because in my culture, making your partner come is a matter of pride.” The muscles in his jaw flexed. “More than that, making sure someone’s first time having sex is a positive one is incredibly important. So—”
