Page 62 of Taming Chaos

Holy crap.

And now he was here with his arms wrapped around her, his hard, insistent kisses threatening to bring her to her knees, and sweet stars, how good he tasted.

As Torin pressed his body against hers, engulfing her with his warmth, it occurred to Seph that he was butt-naked.

What the hell?

“Wh-what happened to your armor?” she gasped between kisses.

“Withdrew it,” he murmured, as if that explained everything.

Something hard pressed into her lower belly. His erection!

Almost as thick as her wrist and glistening with moisture at its tip, his cock strained, proudly displaying the long, raised ridge that ran its entire length.

A ridge of warm skin and flesh, designed to glide right over her clit.

God, could he get any more perfect?

Seph couldn’t wait any longer. She no longer had the brain capacity to question how Torin had gotten naked so fast. She didn’t care that they were on a terrifying Bartharran pirate ship, headed toward a desolate war planet. Did she care that Torin was an alien? Hell, no.

She just wanted him inside her, wanted his thick, ridged cock buried in her wet pussy.

Something hard hit the backs of her thighs, and Seph put a hand out behind her to steady herself.

She found a polished surface. The table! Torin lay her down on her back. He loomed over her, all hard angles and sculptural planes. Lit up from below by Seph’s guide-light, his silver skin shimmered, accentuating his alienness.

Yes, he was leaner and sharper than before, but he was still beautiful.

“I want all of this off.” He ran a trembling finger down her neck, her chest, her belly, before bringing his hand to rest against the soft mound of her pussy. “Now.”

Ohh. Never before in her entire life had she wanted to get naked so fucking fast. Yep, the effect he had on her was that powerful.

Seph had dressed for the frigid temperatures of space. Her travel suit was constructed from sturdy thermocloth. It consisted of a long-sleeved coat and trousers over a stretchy undersuit. Long, calf-hugging duragard boots and flexible flight-gloves completed the picture, effectively covering her from neck to toe.

Dodging Torin’s marauding hands, she peeled off her gloves and her link-band. The link slid across the table, throwing its intense light over them before falling to the floor with a clatter. The entire room dimmed.

Torin frantically fiddled with the smooth zipper. “Too many layers,” he rasped. “I have half a mind to cut—”

The zipper opened.

Like a dancer, Seph shimmied out of the garment, throwing it to the floor. With Torin’s feverish assistance, she pulled her undershirt up over her head.

That got discarded, too.

Torin’s sharp intake of breath told her everything. Crimson eyes flashed as he took in her breasts, which were cradled by her favorite black lacy bra. She might have been forced to wear the Federation uniform, but their standard-issue bras just didn’t cut it for her double-d breasts, so she’d brought something a little more comfortable from home.

For big-busted girls like herself, vintage-style bras worked best.

Thank God I wore my sexy underwear. Well, on the top, at least.

Not that she’d expected to get laid in space, and by a Kordolian, no less.

Seph was officially swooning, panting, and hot under her now absent collar.

Torin planted a slow, searing kiss at the entrance to her cleavage, tugging at her bra straps. His lips were molten fire on her warm skin. Trying to contain her desperation, Seph reached behind and unclasped the damn thing.

Torin threw it across the room. “I like that one, but I like these better.” He cupped her breasts. Hot lips graced her pert nipple. The tip of his tongue circled her sensitive flesh, and Seph whimpered with need.

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