“Fred’s seen worse. Trust me.”
He didn’t want to know what that meant. He really, really didn’t.
She leaned down and kissed him, soft and sweet, and he let himself sink into it for one more moment. One more breath of peace before everything changed.
Then he pulled back.
“I should check our status,” he said. “See where we are on the route.”
Disappointment flickered across her face, but she nodded. “I’ll grab a shower. Meet you in the cockpit?”
“Yeah.”
He watched her slide out of the bunk, her pale skin marked with faint bruises from his grip. Evidence of what they’d shared. What he’d taken.
She disappeared into the tiny head, and he forced himself to move. Hauling himself out of the bunk, he found his pants on the floor, pulled them on, and headed for the cockpit.
Fred would have the answers he needed. And then he’d figure out how to keep Cait alive long enough to hate him for the truth.
13
Chapter 12
Cait stepped into the cockpit with two breakfast wraps balanced in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. She hummed lightly under her breath.
Raaze sat in the co-pilot’s chair, studying the nav-display with intense focus. He was naked to the waist again, all that glorious hard muscle and satin skin on display. She tried not to stare at the way his long, dark hair cascaded over his broad shoulders, then remembered she could look now. He glanced up, and the smile that spread across his face made the butterflies set up in her stomach again.
“Brought you food,” she said, handing him a wrap. “It’s not much, but it’s hot and Fred alleges that it’s edible.”
“I resent that comment,” Fred grumbled. “I did recommend far more nutritious options during supply reloading.”
She ignored him and handed Raaze his wrap. “All the major food groups… sausage, cheese, egg, bread.”
“Thanks.” His fingers brushed hers, and her skin tingled at the touch.
“Eat up. You burned a lot of calories last night.”
His lips quirked, and he slid her a sideways glance. “That a complaint?”
“Uh-huh… More like a request for an encore.” The words slipped out before she could stop them.
“I’m ignoring the fact that I heard that,” Fred cut in as her cheeks burned.
“Heard what?”
Shit. She never said things like that. Never felt confident enough to. But right now her body still carried the imprint of Raaze’s hands, and she was happy. Stupidly, un-complicatedly happy.
She dropped into the pilot’s seat, tucking one leg underneath her, and attacked her own wrap. The silence between them was comfortable but charged.
He watched her again. She caught it from the corner of her eye and her face went hot again. She grinned around a bite of wrap instead of hiding it.
This. This right here. I could get used to this.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
She nodded. “Fine. Good. Really good.”
God, she sounded like an idiot. Like she’d never had sex before. She took another bite and avoided his eyes, but she could feel him watching her, amused.
