Her lips parted beneath his, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting the smoky sweetness of whiskey. She was drowning in the taste of him, intoxicated. Her breasts ached, and her insides were melting. Her hand slid up over his chest to curl around his neck and hold him close while she rubbed her body against his, trying to get some relief for the strange sensations building within her.
“Slowly,” he murmured against her mouth. But she didn’t want it slow. She didn’t know how she wanted it. How could she?
At last, he deepened the kiss, his lips hard, his tongue urgent. At the same time, he slipped a thigh between hers, raising it so it pressed against her sensitive core, and sensations flooded her body. She whimpered deep in her throat as every cell yearned toward him. He must have sensed her need, and he pushed his hand between them, cupping her sex. She went instantly still and didn’t move as his fingers shifted against her. Even through her clothes, the feeling was exquisite, and her thighs parted as one long finger rubbed against her.
Her breathing turned hard. She’d pulled back from the kiss unable to focus on anything but the hand between her legs. Her eyes clamped shut as the pleasure built inside her. She felt out of control, and she hated that but there was no way she could stop this now. Then he found the exact spot and rotated his finger, and at last she exploded, pleasure radiating out from that point between her thighs. For an age, her body spiraled out of control, and she realized he was holding her upright with one arm around her shoulder. The other hand was still between her thighs and as the shivers subsided, he pressed upward, and she came again.
Pulling her against him, he stroked her back, the touch strangely soothing, and after a few minutes, the shudders that racked her body died away.
He released his hold on her and stepped back. Tannis pushed her heavy lids open to find Callum watching her, head tilted to one side. His expression was blank, and she had no clue what he was thinking. Then he gave a slow smile, and her heart rate picked up. Her legs were shaking, and she locked them. She’d never known her body could feel like that, could react like that.
He remained silent, and she bit her lip. Then coughed, opened her mouth, and closed it again. She had no clue what to say. Tearing her gaze from his, she peered around and realized they were still in the corridor outside her cabin. She’d lost all track of where they were.
If anyone caught her canoodling with their client, she would never live it down. Luckily, the corridor was deserted.
She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Would you like to come in?” She nodded at her door.
He shook his head. For a moment, she didn’t understand, and then he took another step back as though distancing himself.
“I honestly never meant for anything to happen tonight,” he said.
“You didn’t?”
“I just meant to make sure nothing happened with anyone else.”
Her eyes narrowed, and his lips twitched.
“I was trying to give you some space.” His hand came up to touch his lip and he winced as though at a memory. “I decided you needed time to forgive me, before I tried again.”
“I’ll never forgive you.” That was the goddamned truth, but she wasn’t sure forgiveness was what mattered anymore.
“Well maybe not forgive but at least see past what happened. Then I thought a kiss wouldn’t hurt, and we both got carried away. But I’m guessing this whole sex thing is new to you, and I don’t want you coming back later and claiming I took advantage of your innocence.”
“I am not innocent.”
“No? Maybe not innocent in some things, but I’m guessing that’s the first orgasm you’ve ever had.”
She so didn’t want to be here right now. Her hands fisted at her side as she fought the urge to punch him in the nose.
Been there. Done that.
She was supposed to have moved on. But he was infuriating, and she wasn’t used to holding back. “Look, if you’re not coming in, maybe you’d better piss off. Go practice your Mr. Nice Guy disguise on someone else.”
“I will. If I practice enough maybe it will sink in. Anyway…” He nodded at her door. “When this is over, ask me again.”
…
He was a total fucking idiot.
What had possessed him to walk away?
She’d come so sweetly for him. He could have been in there with her now, buried deep between her thighs. At the thought, his cock jerked in his pants and his balls ached.
He was taking this nice-guy thing way too far.
He got to his own door and hesitated. Should he go back?
In the end, he slammed his palm to the panel before he could change his mind. Once in his room, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
His cock was still hard, and he shoved his hand down his pants and gripped it in his fist, tried not to think it could be Tannis’s hand around him. Or her mouth.
He groaned at the thought and a minute later, he came.
Chapter Fourteen
On the monitor, Tannis could see Devlin’s ship, The Black Cat, with an array of smaller ships fanned out behind him. His job was to coordinate his people, annihilate the Mark One cruisers guarding the weapons ship, and to protect El Cazador.