CHAPTER NINE
Nera stayed very still. Pleasure her? She hadn’t heard those words…ever. Sex for her was a quick, sweaty ride—that she instigated and controlled—and a short pop of an orgasm.
It had been a long time. Since this…infatuation with Niklas had grown, she hadn’t wanted to hire a pretty pleasure worker or pick up some young space jock at a space station bar. And deeper in her past…well, sex had never been about her pleasure.
She swallowed, hiding the unfamiliar nerves. Shehatedbeing nervous. “What did you have in mind?”
“Just let me do the work.” He spun her, his big body pressing up against her back.
God. Her eyelids fluttered. The sensation of him was… She could stay here for hours, absorbing him. She let one hand rise up, touching his face.
“Uh-uh.” His hand circled her wrist.
“Don’t restrain me.” She hated that her words sounded clipped.
His grip loosened instantly. “Put your hands on the wall.”
She hesitated. She didn’t take orders from anyone.
His lips nipped the back of her neck, and she arched into the touch. “It’s a request, Nera. I want you focused on what you’re feeling, not me.”
She placed her palms against the wall. The metal was cool under her skin, while Niklas’ body was burning hot at her back.
“That’s it.” One of his hands slid around her front, caressing her belly. “I’m amazed at how smooth your skin is. It’s got me wondering how smooth it is on your belly, your thighs…between your legs.”
She hissed out a breath. “So find out.”
“Patience.” He teased at the hem of her shirt. Then he dipped his fingers beneath, brushing over her belly. He made a humming noise.
Nera stared blindly at the wall. She always imagined that when she and Niklas finally came together, it would be an explosion. Wrestling, rolling, tearing at each other.
This…seduction was not what she’d expected. Although knowing his steady patience for his work, maybe she should have guessed he’d apply the same concentration to sex.
His teeth were at her earlobe, nipping and tugging. That small touch shot through her, arrrowing between her legs. She shifted restlessly.
The hand at her waist slid down over her skirt. Then it ducked beneath the silky fabric, and her breath hitched. Fingers trailed up her thigh.
“Such strength and beauty all rolled together,” he murmured.
Those slightly callused fingers rubbed circles on her inner thigh, moving higher and higher. Every muscle in her stretched tight. She was always in control. She always selected a partner and initiated sex. She was never seduced. Warmth spread through her, flaring white-hot.
His fingers reached her underwear. He teased at the silky edge, and his breathing rate increased, his chest rising andfalling against her back. It made something in her loosen a fraction. She wasn’t alone. This was affecting him as much as her. But how could simply touching her, pleasuring her, turn him on so much?
His finger slid under the silk and all her thoughts scattered.
He stroked through her folds and groaned. He traced the tiny strip of hair above her sex, seemingly fascinated.
“I…researched you. And the women you’d had in the past,” she said breathlessly. He stroked again and her hips moved into his touch. “You like a woman…well-groomed.”
“Nera.” He groaned again, his touch becoming more forceful. “I should be angry at you, prying into my love life.”
“There haven’t been many lately.”
He slid a finger inside her, his body pushing hard against hers. Against her bottom, she felt the hard prod of his cock. “No, there haven’t been any lately, have there?”
All she could focus on was that thick finger moving deep inside her. He pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. Then two fingers sank back into her and she moaned.
“Holy stars, Nera, you are so tight.”
