She shivered, anticipation making her clit throb and her pussy slick with need. “Veth, I hope so.”
Eric leaned in, stopping just before his lips touched hers. “Tell me you want this.”
“I thought I already did.” She moved to kiss him, but he shook his head and pulled away a little.
“I want to hear you say the words.”
Confusion cooled some of her fire. “Why?”
His lips turned up in a slow, sexy smile that turned her blood to rocket fuel and set it ablaze again. “Let me demonstrate.”
He moved closer, his lips tracing a path of delicate kisses from the corner of her mouth, across her cheek, to her ear. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want to feel your hands on me as I kiss you. I want you to wrap your legs around my waist as I fuck you. I want to hear my name on your lips when you come.”
“Oh,” she breathed softly. “Yes, I see.”
She turned her head and nuzzled his ear. “I want you, Eric. I want to run my hands over your naked body. I want to hear your sexy whispers in my ear as you fuck me.”
He shuddered, a groan tearing loose from his chest as he moved. His lips found hers for a hard, bruising kiss that sent her senses spinning.
“Dress. Off. Now,” his words were clipped and bordering on a command. One she was happy to obey.
She placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly until he stepped back and gave her a little room. In doing so, he finally let her see some of his quarters. They were larger than hers, with a kitchenette as well as one of the standard food dispensers. The color scheme was entirely neutral, soft creams and beiges just like the hall outside. There were a few pieces of furniture, all of them practical, small, and utilitarian. There was a small table with two chairs by the kitchenette, a couch, several large wall monitors all showing starlit skies, and a desk strew with gadgets, tools, two data tablets and a holographic projector that looked like a miniature version of the one she’d seen on the Malora.
Before she could see more, Eric moved closer again. Without a word, his hands found her hips, gliding down to her thighs to gather the dress in his hands. He lifted it, and all she had to do was raise her arms as he drew it over her head.
“Holy, hell. Tell me Tyra bought you these or I’m going to need to kill someone.”
“The dress?”
“No.” Eric’s voice was barely more than a low rumble as he gestured at her. “Those.”
She glanced down and barely bit back a laugh. Tyra had been right. The tiny scraps of blue lace she’d worn beneath her dress really were designed to make a man lose his mind.
“Of course it was Tyra. Who else could have done it?”
“Don’t know. Not feeling very logical right now.” He ran a hand through his hair and she took advantage of the moment to step in and untuck his shirt from his pants.
“Clothes off. Now.” She did her best to mimic his words and tone.
He chuckled, and in seconds his shirt lay on the floor next to her dress. Then he hauled her back into his arms for another kiss. They continued that way, stripping away their clothes between kisses, fumbling with fasteners and kicking off their shoes without ever losing contact with each other. She touched him everywhere she could, learning his shape, his strength, and tracing the scars that marked his neck and arm. He did the same with her, every caress an exploration, his touch as hungry as it was gentle.
It was his gentleness that broke her, shattering the control she’d held over herself for so long. She’d forgotten what it was like to let go and feel.
She let him take the lead, laughing when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the nearest piece of furniture, his desk. He set her down on one end, then reached past her to sweep the surface clean. There was a clatter as a variety of items fell to the floor but he ignored it, his gaze locked on her face as he parted her legs with his hands and stepped into the space between her thighs.
Without a word he bent to kiss her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. She started to wrap her legs around his waist but he stopped her with a touch of his hand.
“Not yet,” he whispered against her lips as the kiss ended. “We have all night.”
“We do.” All night. Those words resonated deep inside her. He wanted her to stay with him. Temptations that had nothing to do with her physical need suddenly made themselves known. Companionship. Trust. Security. Love… No. She pushed those thoughts away. Ideas like that were foolish and dangerous. She could have this night. Explore her feelings, and create memories that were her own, but that was all she could have.
Eric kissed his way lower, his mouth moving over her skin, whispering compliments and promises of pleasure as he went. This was all that mattered, Their need, their desires. She stroked her fingers threw his dark hair, drawing his head down to her breasts. He caught one tight nipple between his lips and sucked on it while he captured the other peak between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and sucking on them until every other thought fled.
She arched her back and let her head fall back with a soft cry when his teeth found her nipple and closed around it with the lightest of pressure, adding new levels to her pleasure. Her clit pulsed and ached and she reached between them to touch herself, but his hand closed around her wrist.
He placed her hand back on his shoulder before lifting his head. “Your body is mine tonight, Nyx. If you need anything, all you have to do is ask. Tell me what you crave, and I’ll give it to you.” He tweaked the nipple he still held. “Do you like it when I do that?”
Her breath escaped into a hiss. “Yes.”
“But not as much as when I do this.” He bowed his head and drew the same nipple into his mouth, biting it gently while flicking the taut nub with the tip of his tongue.
She moaned this time, the sound accompanied by an increased slickness in her pussy.
He lifted his head again. “What else would you like me to do? Maybe put my hand between your legs and play with your clit?” he reached down, sliding a long finger between her folds and moving it in a slow circle around her clitoris.
She shivered and nodded, but he didn’t move except to smile wickedly. “Say it, starshine. I want to hear the words.”
“I want you to play with my clit. Please. I ache so bad. I need you.”
His cock twitched at her words, and she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his thick length. “You said I couldn’t touch myself. But what if I want to touch you?”
He rocked his hips against her hand. “Touch me as much as you like.”
She fisted him more firmly and his thighs tensed, the muscles going rigid and his next breath came out in a ragged hiss. He moved, finally, pressing another finger into her pussy to stroke and tease the swollen bundle of nerves buried deep in her folds. She matched his pace and soon they were both panting and wild, riding each other’s fingers until she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
When he pulled away, she moaned in protest at the loss of contact, then stilled as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Delicious. I’m going to need more.”
Then he was on his knees, his hands on her thighs and his mouth on her pussy. His tongue dove into her folds and he groaned, the vibrations adding new layers of sensation as he found her clit again and sucked it into his mouth.