Page 106 of Warrior's Captive

“He’s never seen me before,” Tai’ri said.

“Ooookay . . .” she paused, narrowing her eyes.

“It should be safe enough,” Tai’ri added softly, gaze still on the man.

“That’s great,” Shira said. “Hey, Viv, you mind if I meet you at your place in an hour or two?”

“Sure. Make it two, girl. If that’s all he has to spare. Have fun.”

They shared a grin.

“Imma do mybest.”

* * *

As soon as the front door opened, Tai’ri pushed her against the wall and took her mouth in a hot, savage kiss. He tugged the halter of her dress and she ducked her head long enough for him to shove it down, exposing her breasts. She wore a bra that cupped and pushed up their still fuller than pre-pregnancy weight.

“This damn thing,” he swore, unlatching the bra so she spilled free. “Better. I want a week of you to myself, naked. And if I catch you in clothes, you have to stop what you’re doing then and there, and get on your knees.”

She snorted with laughter. “Like you wouldevertake a week off of work.”

“I’m not the only one with that problem,” he retorted. His hand slid down her stomach, tangled in her curls and began toying with her clit.

“I’d take a week off faster than you would.” She inhaled, gasping.

He narrowed his eyes at her and displayed his teeth. “Is that a dare,yada’ami? Please dare me.”

His thumb flicked her clit, rubbing and kneading. She moaned. “Ibukay needs you right now. But maybe a weekend.”

“I want that in writing.”

She tangled her fingers in his hair, tilting her head up and sliding a leg around his waist. “And I want you in me.”

He hoisted her up, shoving her skirt to her waist and grinding against her. His fingers pushed aside the scrap of her barely there panties, plunging inside.

She choked on a cry, bucking against him. He hooked his fingers and pistoned in and out, rubbing against her spot until she was writhing and crying out.

Vivian tugged at his pants, frantic for more, undoing the fastenings and reaching for his hardness. He filled her hand, hot and heavy, pulsing with heat and life.

“Stop playing,” he hissed in her ear, teeth grazing her neck and nipping.

It was a command she was happy to obey. She positioned him at her entrance; he shifted, then surged in. It wasn’t gentle; he fucked her against the wall with all the ruthless desire she’d spent weeks teasing out of him until he’d finally been convinced she could take all of him.

Vivian screamed, and he covered the sound with a kiss. Moments later he joined her, grinding deep inside as his hot seed filled her body.

“Fuck,” she swore. Her legs slipped off his waist, but he held her up until she was steady. His seed and her juices slid down her thighs in rivulets.

Vivian blinked up at him. “I hope your cousin is asleep.” They’d had a roster of Tai’ri’s cousins who babysat Mayleen, and Ori as well when Shira went out with Vivian.

“So what if she did?” He sounded complacent. Then he scowled down at her. “I don’t know what you and Daobah were talking about the other week, but she told the Matrons we’re in our married sex phase now.”

Vivian giggled. It never ceased to amaze her how open his family was about sex, though she supposed it came with their calling.

He helped her fix her dress, and Vivian kicked off her heels. They walked down the hall and toward their suite.

“House, Mayleen and Ori’s status?” Vivian asked.

:Mayleen and Ori are sleeping.:

“We have time for a shower before Shira gets here,” Tai’ri said. “Since she’s busy.”

Shower sex. Vivian dashed ahead of him to the bathroom.

* * *