She quivered. No one had liked any of those things about her before.
“How your body takes me inside you.” He sat up, his big hands circled his cock and pumped.
Oh. God. Liquid heat washed through her. Watching him touch himself was so hot.
“Sabin, please.”
“You need me?”
“Yes, please make the ache better.”
He leaned over her, and rubbed the head of his cock against her folds. She cried out.
“There.” He covered her, then with a single thrust drove inside her.
“Sabin!”
“Finley.” A deep groan. “I could stay inside you forever.”
He pulled her legs tight to his sides. She held on as he thrust inside her. It was hard, deep. He took over every part of her.
As his thrusts got harder, she pressed her mouth to his skin. He filled her up, surrounded her. Right here, right now, she wasn’t the sensible, and sometimes lonely, scientist. She was just Finley, a woman who needed this man. This man, who made her feel desired. Protected.
Her body spasmed. She was close. “I want you to come with me, Sabin.”
He slowed his thrusts but they were still deep, his gaze locked on hers.
The feel of him was mind-blowing, touching places in her no one had ever touched.
She gripped his big biceps. “Sabin, please. Together.”
“We are together, Finley.” He changed the angle of his hips. “Just you and me.”
Her release built like a wave, rising higher and higher. A searing orgasm rippled through her.
Finley’s scream was hoarse. As pleasure swept through her, she held on tight to this man who made her feel so much.
He moved faster again. “Finley.” A growl and a prayer.
Then his big body shook as he came inside her. His grunts were the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
Sabin dropped down beside her, moving them so his cock stayed lodged deep inside her.
“Perfect.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
She fought back tears. She’d never been perfect. She’d always been too smart, too big, too tall, too difficult. She swallowed and realized that Sabin meant it. To him, she was.
God, when this alien warrior left her, he’d shatter her heart.
Chapter Thirteen
Finley finished dressing, and tied her hair up in a ponytail.
She turned to find Sabin right behind her. He was in his usual black uniform. He slid an arm around her, his hand resting on her butt as he pulled her close.
His kiss lit up everything inside her. He’d touched, stroked and kissed every part of her through the night.
As they pulled back, she drew in a breath. “Enough. We need to meet the others.”
He stroked her lips with his fingers, then let her go.
Of course, he’d left her blood humming. As they walked down the hall, she was sure anyone looking at her would know exactly what she and Sabin had spent the night doing. She glanced at him. She was so damn grateful that he was all right.
The horror and fear of the night rose like a specter, her throat tightening.
Frowning, Sabin glanced at her. “What’s wrong? I can sense your distress?”
“I’m just glad that you’re okay.”
He slid an arm across her shoulders. “I am, too, but if you put yourself in danger again like that, there will be trouble.”
He dropped a kiss to her hair.
They met the others in her lab.
Kaira rushed forward. “You’re both okay?” The Air Force commander had a bandage on the side of her head.
“We’re all right,” Sabin said. “You?” He eyed her bandage.
The woman nodded. “Just scrapes. Roberts and I are fine.” Her lips firmed into a flat line. “We recovered Blackwell’s body. I’ve informed his family of his death.”
“I’m so sorry, Kaira,” Sabin said. “I know that it’s not easy to lose a member of your team.”
She lifted her chin. “The Kantos will pay.”
“Any sign of them?” he asked.
“We have extra drones up in the air, but not a single sighting.”
Finley bit her lip. Where the hell were they? There were several assassins still out there, somewhere.
Sabin crossed his arms over his chest. “They’re out there. We’ll find them.”
Dr. Gregson nodded. The older woman looked tired. “I sent Admiral Barber an update on the attack last night. She’s moved up the orbital testing.”
Finley straightened, her pulse jumping. “Really?”
The woman nodded. “They’ve moved a Space Corps orbital team into position. We’ll do the testing today.”
Finley gasped. “Today?” She glanced at Ian and Gemma. “We have so much to do.” She looked at Sabin. “We have to get prepped.”
“I want to check on base security with Kaira,” he said. “I’ll meet you back here soon.”
Finley nodded. As the others left, she got busy. She needed to get the testing satellites in position. This had to work.
She pressed her hands to the workbench. They needed the StarStorm operational. Yesterday.
For a second, she had a flashback to driving out to the crashed SUV, not knowing if Sabin was alive.
Damn, she was falling for him.
So stupid, Finley. Sabin was an alien warrior. An Eon warrior. She knew that he was dedicated to his ship and empire.
And she knew he liked to keep control of his senses. This attraction between them threatened that.
She pressed her fingers to her temple, feeling a headache forming. The fact that he would leave didn’t change how she felt. No one had ever made her feel like he did.
She’d enjoy every minute she had with him until he left. She straightened. She’d make every moment count. For however long she had him.
She turned to her computer. “Gemma, check the firing sequence.”
“On it, Doc.”
This test would be more challenging in orbit. There were so many new variables to account for. As she ran through the testing program, worry chewed at her.
She felt a touch on the back of her neck and blinked. Sabin smiled down at her.
“You need to make more noise when you move,” she muttered.
He smiled. “I don’t think you would’ve heard a starship arrive.”
“We need this to be ready for the test—”
He squeezed her shoulders. “We’ll be ready.”
As Sabin moved over to a second computer, she triple checked all her calculations. Sabin started checking the targeting.
Dr. Gregson arrived. “Are we ready?”
Finley blew out a breath. They were as ready as they’d ever be. “We’re ready.”
“The orbital team is in position,” the woman said. “Send them the coordinates, so they can get the satellites in position.”
Finley sent the data through. A big screen on the wall flickered to life, and the image displayed the interior of a small Space Corps shuttle, with the orbital team aboard.
Behind them, she saw half a dozen satellites out in space.
“Moving the array into position,” came the deep voice of one of the astronauts.
Finley fidgeted. Sabin touched her waist and she grabbed his hand. She didn’t care who was watching.