Suddenly, Niklas was at a loss as to what to do with himself. He strode back to his room. His hands cried out to be on her flesh, and that ugly pain inside was still beating at him.
He’d almost lost her. She’d almost died.
Cursing, he stomped into the tiny bathroom. He stripped off his armor and his dirty clothes, and dropped them on the floor. He was usually tidy, but right now he didn’t have it in him.
After running the water burning hot—well, it was mostly spray with the water-saving devices ships used—he scrubbed off the filth. Then he switched to cold to douse his still raging emotions. He pressed his palms to the wall and let the water beat over his head. It didn’t work.
Finally, he flicked off the water and got out. He ran a towel over himself, then wrapped it around his hips. He might need to hit the gym, or pull out some work to do, anything to distract himself from thinking of Nera falling, his hand uselessly grabbing air.
He stepped into his room. He’d taken a few steps when a weight hit him from the side, sending him sprawling onto the bed.
An agile body landed on top of him. He smelled the familiar scent of her mixed with damp skin. She pinned him with her legs, her knees digging into his ribs. Her hands slammed his wrists above his head.
“You don’t shove me out of your cabin in some misguided idea of taking care of me.”
He stared up at her beautiful face. “Nera?—”
She shoved at his hands, pushing him deeper into the bed. “I say when I fuck, not you.”
“You fell into a bloody pit of zombies. I thought I’d let you recover from that.”
“Oh, I plan to recover.” She shifted against him.
He noticed her hair was still damp from her shower and slicked back against her head. And she was wearing a simple T-shirt. His gaze narrowed. One ofhisT-shirts. One that had gone missing months ago. Her strong body slid against his, and in a flash he realized she was bare under the shirt.
She leaned down and nipped his jaw. “I plan to recover by riding us both into oblivion.”
His cock swelled. “Nera.”
She pushed his wrists into the bed again. “Leave these here, understand?”
He wanted to touch her, but he saw something in her eyes…he nodded.
“I have a Naamah,” she said.
The implant protected against pregnancy and disease. “I do, too.”
She released him and reached down. She snatched his towel away and made a humming noise in her throat. “Finally.”
Nik closed his eyes and made a choking noise. She was going to kill him.
She circled his cock and started stroking it. “I want you to know what to expect. I’m going to slide down on your cock, fill myself with you, then I’m going to ride you hard.”
His hips jerked toward her.
“You like the sound of that?” She leaned down and nipped at his mouth, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ll keep your hands where they are.”
“I want to touch you. I will touch you.”
“Not right now. Right now, I’m going to touch you. Take you.”
He saw her shallow, fast breaths, felt the tremble of tension in her body. She was enjoying herself. She undulated her hips, and he felt the wetness of her on his hipbone. He groaned.
“Don’t move,” she warned and scooted back until she sat on his thighs.
Then, before he realized what she had in mind, she leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth.
Damn. He tried to stay still. Her mouth was so hot and she was sucking him so tightly. She didn’t start gently, no, not Nera. She swallowed him down and worked him hard. She pulled back, swirled her tongue around the head of him, teasing the underside, before sucking him back in.
