Simone gripped his biceps and arched up to meet him, loving the feel of him.
“Good?” he asked, his voice hoarse as laughter left his expression, replaced by an intensity that made her breath catch.
“Better than good,” she told him.
Again, he nearly withdrew, then sank deeper. “Want more?”
“I want all of you,” she professed.
And wow, did he give her what she wanted, burying himself to the hilt, withdrawing, then driving into her again and again, harder, faster, stealing her breath, altering the angle of his hips so he could grind against her clit with every thrust, ratcheting up the pleasure and sending her higher and higher until another orgasm crashed through her.
As soon as her body began clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses, Janwar followed her, calling her name as he spilled his heat inside her.
His breath coming in gasps, he lowered himself to his elbows and burrowed his hands beneath her so he could wrap his arms around her and hug her close. Resting his head on the pillow beside hers, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
So much affection filled her that Simone found herself blinking back tears. No one had ever made her feel the way Janwar did.
Bodies still joined, he rolled them to their sides. “I don’t want to crush you,” he murmured, encouraging her to snuggle her head to his chest.
She smiled and draped a leg over his hip. “The prospect of that doesn’t seem to bother you when we spar.” He had, on several occasions, taken her down to the floor and wrestled with her.
He chuckled, his cock jerking inside her. “Because I’m always too busy trying to keep you from kicking my ass.”
Simone smiled as she studied him. She didn’t think she had ever seen him so relaxed, not even on their jogs and strolls through the park. But the passionate lovemaking they’d just shared seemed to have stripped away the hard, mercenary-like veneer and left him looking years younger.
“What?” he asked, a smile toying with the edges of his lips.
“How quickly do you recover after sex?”
“Quickly,” he declared. “Why? What did you have in mind?”
Simone pushed him over onto his back and straddled him.
Eyebrows flying up, he grinned in delight.
Quickly was right. She could feel his cock already hardening again inside her. Giving him a wicked smile, she indicated their new position. “Can’t crush me this way, can you?”
His strong hands gripped her hips. “No. And I like the way you think.” The growly, hungry tone that deepened his voice sent a shiver through her.
“Do you like this?“ she asked innocently. Clenching her inner muscles, she rotated her hips.
His grip tightened. “Drek yes.”
Then they both began to move.
“Janwar.”
Simone jerked awake at the tinny voice.
Curled up behind her, one arm pillowing her head and the other wrapped around her waist, her notorious pirate lover didn’t move.
“Janwar,” Krigara repeated, his voice coming from the ear comm Janwar had tossed on the bedside table sometime during the night. “Respond.”
Simone grinned. Oh, he was responding all right. At least his body was. She had no difficulty identifying the hard length currently trapped between their bare bodies. But she must have tuckered him out because he was out like a light, his long, slow breaths fanning her hair.
“Janwar,” Krigara said louder, this time over the ship-wide comm. “Where the hell is he?” he muttered.
“He appears to be sleeping deeply,” T mentioned cheerfully.
“Janwar is still asleep?” Krigara sounded so astonished that Simone wondered if this was the first time their commander had ever overslept.
“Yes,” T said as murmured conversation erupted. “Perhaps you should ask Simone to wake him.”
“Why would I ask Simone to wake him? I don’t even know where she is.”
“She is in bed with him.”
Silence.
“Smooth, T,” she muttered dryly. “Real smooth.”
Janwar sighed and nuzzled her neck, sending a delightful shiver through her. “What’s smooth?”
A number of naughty replies came to mind, but she opted to save those for later. “T just told everyone we slept together.”
“What?” he asked, sounding much more awake.
“Apologies, Simone,” T said. “Did you not wish the rest of the crew to know you slept with Janwar?”
“Stop talking,” she said with a laugh.
Janwar propped himself up on an elbow and ran a hand through his mussed hair. “Boundaries, T. How many times have we talked about boundaries?”
“Many times,” T replied. “Why? Have I crossed another?”
“Yes,” he growled, but no anger touched his features as he smiled and leaned down to drop a kiss on her lips.
T made a huffing noise. “I fail to see what boundary I have crossed this time. If you’re worried that I watched the two of you copulate, I assure you I didn’t.”
“T!” they both shouted at once, Simone appalled and Janwar exasperated.
T grumbled, “Fine. I will leave you to converse with them, Krigara. They appear to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.”
Sighing, Janwar kissed both her cheeks, then her forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Did you want to keep this private?”
She smiled. “Honestly, I hadn’t thought much further than wanting to get your handsome, naked ass in bed.”
He grinned.
A throat cleared. “Janwar, respond,” Krigara said, this time over the ear comm.
Grimacing, Janwar leaned past her, plucked the little device off the bedside table, and put it in his ear. “What is it?” he demanded, none too pleased.
“We’ve plotted a course for the moon on Pulcra’s map,” he announced, his tone laden with sarcasm. “I thought you might want to discuss our plans before we get there?”
Judging by Janwar’s expression, he didn’t appreciate his cousin’s tone. “Meet us in the lounge. We’ll talk after first meal.”
Krigara muttered something about it almost being time for mid meal before signing off.
Janwar returned the ear comm to the bedside table, then regarded Simone somberly.
Wanting to bring a smile back to his handsome face, she yelled, “Race you to the lav!” and darted out of bed.
Laughing, he dove after her.
Since she opted not to use preternatural speed, they hit the shower at the same time. Janwar gallantly held her back until the water warmed, then motioned for her to enter first.
Unlike the claustrophobic cleansing units on the Kandovar, this one was big enough for the whole crew to share and had multiple showerheads that drenched them both within seconds.
“Drek, that’s tempting,“ he murmured.
Busy lathering up a cloth, she glanced at him.
His face dark with desire, he ogled her openly as she sent him a wicked smile and began to draw the soft cloth over her body in sensuous strokes.
Simone lowered her gaze to his muscled chest, rippling abs, and lower, feeling her pulse pick up. Absolutely perfect. “So are you.” So tempting just staring at him sparked heat they, unfortunately, didn’t have time to act upon. “One day, I’ll have to show you the Immortal Guardian version of a quickie.” She pursed her lips. “As long as T doesn’t watch us.”