“Yeah, but I prefer the new times, where I get to touch you, at my leisure.” She snuggled against him, and unable to help herself, flicked his remaining shirt buttons open. “You’ll be too hot with this on.”
“You’re pouncing.”
“I haven’t even begun to pounce yet.” She eased the soft fabric apart and exposed the heavy muscle of his chest. “I didn’t tell you, but while you were speaking to Dr. Hika, I snuck out to the pharmacy.”
“What for?”
“I bought a couple boxes of condoms. I didn’t want to be without some form of protection if you ever changed your mind. They’re in my purse, right on top of the side table next to you.”
“Old times means no sex.” Though his gaze narrowed on her purse and his fingers flexed as if he wanted to reach for it.
“Then say no, and make it quick.” She caressed his flat nipples then trailed down over each ridged ab and along his trim waist.
“I can’t risk getting any more emotionally involved with you, Saria.”
“We connected emotionally a long time ago, but if you’d like let’s strike a new deal. We could agree to a simple fling, one which is all about the sex and nothing else.”
“There’s always something else when sex is involved.”
“Not if we don’t spend any time together outside of this bedroom. We’d never date or go out with each other.”
“You’re saying what happens here, stays here. That it’s nights only?”
“Exactly. You could consider us friends with benefits.”
“I’d need a timeframe.”
“Is that a yes?” Her heartbeat pounded.
“It depends on the timeframe.”
“What about whatever time remains for us here on board?” Buzzing and jiggling, she kissed the corner of his lips. “All I want is for you to live free of the burden of paying for your father’s sins. You should be able to experience life as everyone else does, even though you’ve made the commitment to going it alone.”
“In that case, yes.”
“Are you sure?” She bounced onto her knees.
“Yes, because quite frankly, I don’t think I can tell you no again.” He shoved his shirt off, grabbed her purse and withdrew a box. “I ache for you, and the need to be inside you is all-consuming.”
“Well, I’m wide awake now and ready to deal with that ache.” She unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed his pants. His erect shaft lifted the waistband of his black and gray striped boxers and she traced the tip of his cock through the silky fabric. “I can’t believe you said yes.”
“I need to feel your touch everywhere.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands. “I crave it, like the worst addiction.”
“Some addictions can be good.” She tugged his boxers off, encircled his cock with one hand and gently palmed his balls with the other.
His breath whooshed out and he arched off the bed. “Hell, everything feels so sensitive.”
“That’s because you’ve been denied my personal approach of healing for too long. Never again.” She licked him from root to tip then swirled her tongue over the head.
“Let me undress you.” He tossed her camisole away and hauled her sleep-shorts and panties off. Caressing her breasts, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. “So beautiful. I’ve missed the taste of you.”
“Thank you for saying yes.” She kissed him, sweeping her tongue inside his mouth until his breathing became as ragged as hers and the air thick with the heat pounding from them.
He tipped her in beside him, tore a foil packet open and made quick work of rolling it on. “I want you on your hands and knees. It’s one fantasy you’ve yet to fulfill.”
“Yes, sir. I’m all for fulfilling fantasies.” She moved into position, her hair sliding off her back and over her shoulder as she grinned back at him. His cock rose higher and harder and she longed to have him buried deep within her.
He crowded her from behind, opened her folds and stroked along her slit. The heat of his chest on her back as he eased against her was a treasure all unto itself. Then he grazed his teeth along her neck and whispered in her ear, “Do you want me?”
“Yes, I want all of you.”
“I want you too.” He clasped her hips, pushed his cock between her legs and before she could draw her next breath, he plunged deep inside her.
He took her hard, just as she needed and pined for, and she urged him on, pushing her bottom into his groin each time he thrust forward. With his breathing and hers loud in her ears, her inner muscles tightened, locked and squeezed him in place. His passion took her soaring, her body putty in his hands as she shuddered with ecstasy. He grunted and came right along with her, and together they collapsed onto the mattress, his body a blanket of warmth across her back.
“Saria?” Her name was a warm breathy word in her ear. “Look at me. I need to see your eyes.”
She threaded her fingers through his where his hand flopped over hers on the pillow. After wriggling up an inch, she rolled over and faced him. “Better?”
“Thank you.” His kissed her, so sweetly she melted under his loving touch. “Are you ready for round two?”
“Always.”
Chapter 9