Damn him. She did. She raised an eyebrow and tried to appear unaffected by that finger stroking her insides. “And you do not enjoy it?”
“Oh, I never said that.” He removed his finger, grinning when she whimpered. How had she not realized what a sadist he was?
“Tell me something, were you a virgin before me?” he asked.
“Virgin?” she queried.
“Had you had sex before? Before me?”
“No. The first time I was to join with a male was at the ceremony I missed.”
He grinned. A look of pure satisfaction she did not understand. “Good. That’s what I thought.”
Leaning over her, his weight resting on his arms, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking strongly. She pressed up against him but kept her arms where he’d directed, not wanting to risk him stopping. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment then nipping it gently.
“Good girl for staying so still. That deserves a reward, I think.” He patted her mound. “I know you didn’t have sex before me, but has anyone ever eaten this pussy?”
A pussy was her mound?
“I do not think I want it to be eaten.” That sounded painful.
He chuckled as he kissed down her stomach. “Poor choice of words. Has anyone ever licked you until you came? Until you found your release?”
Her heartbeat quickened. “No, our males do not do that.”
“Idiots,” he muttered. “They do not know what they are missing out on.” By now he had reached the top of her mound and was placing small kissed across it. He moved lower, taking another lick of her juices. She groaned. “You taste delicious.”
She did? Before she could say anything, he was licking her in earnest. Two fingers thrust inside her, playing with her, teasing her. Pleasure rose higher and higher. Her insides tightened. She could not find release. Not like this. But then he replaced his fingers with his tongue, and all thoughts left her head.
Her whole body ached with the need for release as he thrust his tongue in and out of her passage, playing with her, teasing her. Then she reached the edge and fell over, screaming as she came, clenching down on his tongue, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
Rich removed his tongue from inside her but continued to lick her gently as she struggled to control her breathing. “That was…that was…beyond anything I have felt before.”
He grinned down at her then entered her slowly, his huge shaft filling her. “Thank you, darling. It was entirely my pleasure. You may move your hands now. I wish to feel your touch.”
She eagerly ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, loving the feel of his smooth skin and thick muscles. Nothing felt as good as having Rich inside her.
She loved the way he filled her. He moved faster, driving himself in and out of her in sharp thrusts that rubbed against that spot inside her. As he came, she felt herself shiver with another release. Not as spectacular as the last one, but in a way, this was more special because they found their release together.
She tightened her arms around him, holding back the words she longed to say.
Stay with me.
Chapter Nine
Morning came quickly, and he felt slightly hung over from lack of sleep. He’d taken Laylla so many times he’d lost count. Rich rolled over and stared down at Laylla as she slept. It was crazy to feel so much for someone he’d only known for a short amount of time. But it had been an intense few days. He pushed her golden hair back off her face. He couldn’t stay, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask her to come with him. He didn’t know what the next few months would have in store for him, but he knew he wouldn’t have much free time. He’d be asking her to leave her home, her family, a place where she was important to come with him into the unknown.
No, it wasn’t fair to ask her to come with him.
But he still wanted to do it.
As she opened those beautiful eyes, he smiled.
“Laylla, I—”
He rolled, looking up as the wind whipped around them, shaking the shelter of trees above them.
“A flying ship,” Laylla said loudly over the noise.
Rich turned to her, taking in her look of amazement. She smiled but he thought it looked a little forced. “Your friends?”
“Yes.” Even though he’d spent most of his time wishing they’d hurry up and rescue him, now that they were here he found himself wanting a bit more time.
“I suppose we must get dressed then before they find us like this.”
“I guess.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You might have kidnapped me and held me against my will, but it turned out to be the best week of my life.”
“Really?” She raised an eyebrow. “All of it?”
“Well, there are certain parts I wouldn’t want to relive and others I’ll be dreaming of over and over for the rest of my life.” He winked at her and she smiled.
***
How had she ever thought he would be hers?
As she watched Rich interact with his friends, she could see how he naturally took command. He was in his element. Strong. Confident. It would never have worked between the two of them. He would soon have grown unhappy as her mate, having to defer to her, to allow her to take control. And she was not certain she could give up that control to him.
Although there were times when letting him dominate her certainly had its advantages. She warmed as she thought of everything they’d done last night. She would carry the memories with her always. At times, when she grew tired of all her responsibilities, of always having to appear strong and invincible, she would still have these memories to return to. To remember a time when she was truly happy.
“Laylla? Laylla?”
She looked up, startled to realize Rich was standing in front of her. She stood. “Yes?”
“I called your name but you were a million miles away.”
A million miles?
“I was here all the time.”
He let out a chuckle.
“Something is funny?”
“No. Well, yes. I forgot that our Earther sayings can confuse others.” He shook his head. “The Zerconians have problems understanding us as well.”
From what he had told her during the night, Rich’s sister and cousin had mated Zerconians and he had been staying on their planet while his friends gathered information needed to overthrow the corrupt leader of his planet. She hadn’t understood everything he had told her, but she knew that what he was doing was important.
More important than being with her.
“Did you want something?” she asked more sharply than she had intended.
He glanced away then turned back to her. “We are ready to go.”
She would not show how upset she was. She would remain strong. She nodded. “Then I suppose this is goodbye.”
“Yes, I suppose it is,” he agreed, but he didn’t move towards the new spaceship. She noticed that the others had disappeared and it was just the two of them.
“Rich, I wish you a good journey and safe travel,” she told him formally.
“Screw that.” He drew her against him, holding her tight as he pressed his lips against hers. Hard. Hot. Her body stirred and she melted against him, almost clinging to him. When he pulled back, his gaze was fierce. “I will miss you. Tell me the truth, will you miss me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He nodded once then let go, turning away and walking towards the flying ship.
That was it? That was his goodbye?
Suddenly he stopped. What was going on? He paced back and forth for a moment as she watched on in confusion. Then he turned back to her.
“Damn it!”
She had heard those words numerous times. Usually when he was frustrated or angry.
Then he strode back to her, his face furious. Why was he angry at her?
“If you’d just left me on the ship everything would have gone on as I had planned. Logan would have found me, taken me to home and I could have achieved the goals I’ve been working towards my whole life. If you hadn’t come into my life.”