AllFreeNovel
Share Us
When I emerge in the fitted outfit, his pupils flex wider for a beat, a tell I’m starting to associate with his feelings for me. I hate the way it makes my stomach flip-flop. Those eyes on my body should irritate me too.
He’s sitting on the bed with his shirt off, trying his best to look at his comm instead of me. Now is as good a time as any to try to get my hand on that key. There’s no creature in the universe more susceptible to trickery than a man with sex on the mind and a woman in front of him.
I take a seat beside him and look at the screen of his comm. Leaning over for a peek brings us close to touching. There isn’t much I can decipher there, which has me wishing I put more stock in the written language courses offered by the colony program.
“What are you up to?”
“Scrolling the incoming and outgoing flights from the station. It’s not good,” he says. He tosses the device down and sighs. “When it’s daylight, we’ll see what the unpublished options are. There are always ships that stop off unlisted.”
“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” I ask, reaching out to touch his arm. His muscles look like they’re cut from stone.
“I typically don’t while in my own quarters.” He turns toward me, welcoming more of my touches. The corners of his lips quirk up. “Does it bother you?”
“Not at all.”
I stroke down his chest, letting my fingers scrape the leather straps that cross over the expanse of muscles.
“If we’re stuck here until the lights come up,” I murmur, “then what will we do to entertain ourselves?”
It only takes the lightest touch of my hand to make those black eyes grow until the whites are slivers. They twinkle with interest and suspicion. He catches my wrist but doesn’t push me away.
“What areyouup to?” He asks.
“I’m bored. I’m horny. I haven’t even been able to touch myself in weeks.”
“These are not the words of an impassioned mate,” he says. “You don’t know what you’re starting.”
“Don’t your people ever enjoy a casual fuck between friends?” I ask.
The whites of his eyes disappear entirely, and his grip on my wrist tightens.
“Certainly,” he replies. There’s a hot tone to his voice, something new and dark that deviates from his usual lightness.
“So why can’t we have a little fun, just to pass the time?” I let him keep hold of my wrist, but my free hand explores. I trace down his side, stopping to thumb the divot at his hip that peeks out from his pants. My fingers skim down his thigh, a thick masterpiece of masculine strength.
Niko releases a rumbling growl. Before I can maneuver my hand to a natural exploration of his front pocket region, he grabs me. I’m suddenly in his arms, and then, before I can react, I’m thrown down on the bed.
Niko looms over me, stepping between my splayed legs that hang over the edge. He bends so we can meet face-to-face. His black hair falls against my cheek, caressing me softly.
“When I claim you as my own, it will not be casual. It will not be a ‘little fun.’ It will not pass time. Time will not exist when we ignite this mating fire.” He speaks low, his words setting off little fireworks in my chest. “The rest of the world would fade away because I would fill all your senses with pleasure.”
My plan is half-forgotten already.
“Is that what you want?” He asks. “Say the word and we can begin. But I guarantee you, I would not be done with your body by daybreak.”
“Niko,” I breathe, “should I ask about the eyes?”
The last time I saw him in this state, he ripped a man’s arm off.
His whiteless eyes are predatory, locking on me like a gazelle in the sights of a hungry lion. Maybe I picked the wrong animal for him . . .
“A male wants his mate,” he purrs.
With a weak bout of resolve, I remember my purpose. I snake one hand around his neck and palm his backside with the other.
“Kiss me, then,” I demand, squeezing his firm ass. There’s something square inside his pocket. He must have switched it between pockets while I was occupied. It has to be the key.
He laughs, reminding me more of the Niko I’ve come to know.
