Even through his clothing, his body radiated heat. This was the closest I’d been to him. Sure, he’d been deep inside me, but I hadn’t been able to see him, to look in his dark eyes, to see the desire there. He was giving me the opportunity to study him. Up close, I saw his nose had a slight crook in it, as if it had been broken at some point. With the odd medical device that had been used on the injured woman’s hand, it should have been easily fixed to perfection. Instead, he looked imperfect. He had full lips and I wondered what they would feel like against mine.
I doubted he would be a gentle kisser, but be as dominant with his mouth as with everything else. As I continued to think about him kissing me, he groaned, deep in his throat.
“That look, gara. It is my undoing.”
My gaze lifted to meet his. Between my parted legs I felt his cock, a rigid length that pressed against my pussy. If his pants weren’t in the way, surely he’d only need to shift his hips and he would be deep inside me.
“Do you… kiss?” He hadn’t kissed me, not once. He’d fucked me, made me scream, spanked me, and explored my body with his hands. But a kiss? I wanted to know how he tasted.
His dark brow arched and the corner of his mouth tipped up. A dimple formed in his cheek, almost hidden in the dark stubble. God, he was so handsome and he was mine. I couldn’t feel any more aroused if I tried. Surely his pants were soaked through because my pussy was dripping on them. Could he feel the heat from my bottom on his thighs?
I barely knew anything about Tark and he knew nothing of me, and what he did know was a lie. But elementally, we didn’t even need to be more than strangers, for I wanted him with an intensity I’d never known, never felt before. I was like the druggies who came into the hospital, strung out and desperate for another fix. My body craved his. I wanted another hit of the pleasure only he could give me. His scent was almost taunting, the feel of his taut muscles, the way he looked at me. I couldn’t question the validity of the match. The match was real. This attraction was real.
But I wouldn’t be staying here. When it was time to testify, I would return to Earth and he would be countless light-years away. I would be returning to a world where there was no one for me. No one as right as Tark.
I had about three months. While I would be leaving, that didn’t mean I couldn’t take advantage of all Tark had to offer—even if that meant punishment.
“Kiss?” Tark asked. He frowned for a moment. “Of course. You don’t?”
I darted a look to the side, then back at him. “Yes, but you’ve never kissed me, so I wasn’t sure.”
He sighed. “As I said, we are at Outpost Nine for the councilor meetings, which conflicts greatly with my desire to be with you. I am not free to devote myself to your pleasure, to learn your body the way I will once we return to the palace. Do you think I wish to be with a bunch of cranky and very opinionated men when I could be like this with you?”
His hands moved to my hips and stroked over them. The movement nudged my clit onto his cock and I moaned. The heat of the action was intense.
“I am coming to like that sound you make,” he murmured.
His eyes were on my mouth and I licked my lips.
His grip tightened as he watched the innocent action. He liked it. I did it again and he groaned.
“You are a bad girl.”
Before I could utter a reply, he leaned forward and claimed my mouth. For a man so big, so powerful and dominant in nature, the kiss was soft, gentle. For a few seconds, then it changed. It turned wickedly carnal as his lips claimed mine and his tongue delved deep as I gasped in surprise. He tasted like wine and decadent, dark male.
He could kiss. Boy, could he ever. It was like lighting fire with gasoline, instant explosion. Bright and hot and scorching in intensity. I’d been kissed before, but not like this. I’d been touched before, but Tark’s hands were so large that I felt contained, possessed, claimed. And he was only touching me with his hands and mouth. What would it be like when his cock wasn’t constrained in his pants but stretching me open, filling me up?
I reached up and cupped his head, afraid that if I didn’t hold onto him in some way, he might disappear. It was like the dream, the feel of him. This time, I was awake.
“I’m not… I’m not a bad girl,” I gasped, then let him claim my lips again.
After an interminable amount of time, he pulled his head back and looked at me, his eyes half lidded and dark as midnight. His lips were shiny from my kisses and his breathing was as ragged as mine. Power shot through me that I could do this to him, make him be this… insentient.