I stopped immediately. “Too strange?”
Her hands tightened in my hair. “Do it again.”
There were few orders I enjoyed taking. That one, I’d obey forever.
I dragged the soft tuft of my tail over her breast, watching her face as I did it. Her eyes went heavy, her mouth falling open. Idid it again, slower this time, while I licked and teased the other nipple with my tongue.
She shivered in my lap.
I had hands and a mouth. I had a tail.
I used all of them.
She moved against me, helpless little rolls of her hips that made my cock ache behind my pants. I wanted inside her. Wanted it badly enough that my teeth clenched with the force of holding back.
But she was shaking in my arms, and I wanted that more.
“I want…” She didn’t finish.
“I know.” I slid one hand down between us and under the waist of her leggings. She was wet already, slick and hot against my fingers, and the sound she made when I touched her nearly ended me. “I’ve got you.”
“Kazan.”
I worked her slowly, careful with the size of my fingers, watching every flicker of her expression. Her hips jerked when I found the spot she liked, so I stayed there, rubbing firm circles while my tail teased her breast and my mouth found her throat.
She came with my name breaking in half on her tongue.
I held her through it, one arm locked around her back, my hand still between her thighs until the last little shivers faded. She sagged against me, forehead pressed to my shoulder.
Good.
Very good.
Her head lifted. Her eyes found mine, and there she was again. The woman who’d crossed a galaxy, who’d clawed a hunter bloody. The woman who’d looked at every exit I’d built for her and decided she didn’t want to take one.
Her hand went to the front of my pants.
I sucked in a breath.
“Now,” she said.
I closed my hand over hers. Not to stop her. If I’d wanted to stop her, I would’ve had to be a better man.
“I’m not going to break,” she said.
“You might.”
“You won’t let me.” She held my gaze like that was the simplest fact in the universe. “That’s the difference, remember? So don’t make me ask twice.”
No, I wasn’t going to survive that.
Getting our clothes off was not graceful. Her boot caught in her leggings. The buggy lurched. She swore and laughed at the same time, and I had to catch her with one arm while trying to get her other boot unlaced.
“Stop moving,” I growled.
“I’m not the one who built a floating sex trap.”
“It was a buggy five minutes ago.”
