He promised himself he wouldn’t take things all the way. Not yet. It was far too soon. That didn’t mean he couldn’t hold her or touch her, get her used to him. Yeah, he was a real giver. He almost snorted.
He could dress it up however he liked, but that wouldn’t change the fact he was taking advantage of her situation, and it didn’t sit well with him. But better him than some other man who might not have a care for her.
He unzipped his flight suit and peeled it down to his waist. Her eyes widened when she saw the battlesuit beneath it. He undid the top of the lightweight armor and pulled it down to his waist as well. Then he crawled onto the bed and stretched out beside her.
She licked her lips. “What? What are you doing?”
He lifted a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers. “Getting to know you a little better. You didn’t think we were just going to jump into bed and fuck, did you?”
When she nodded, he smiled. The little darling was certainly straightforward.
“Time for that later,” he told her. “Trust me.”
“I am.” Those two words said it all. She was trusting him with her life and her future. The enormity of the situation threatened to crush him. When he’d woke this morning, his life had been simple—keep the Abigail running in tip-top shape, protect his brothers, and search for his sister. Now things had become much more complicated.
His actions would not only affect him but his family. Not to mention Angelina.
She clutched the blankets in her hands. He gave them a sharp tug, forcing her to release them. He swallowed hard when her delicate collarbone and then her breasts were exposed.
“You are so lovely,” he told her. The compliment was inadequate, but it was all he had to offer.
The corners of her mouth turned up in a tiny smile. “Thank you.”
So polite. Such a brave front when he could tell she was nervous. And why wouldn’t she be? He was big and strong and a total stranger. She was trusting him in the most basic of ways a woman could trust a man. He wouldn’t let her down.
He ran his fingers over her face, stroking her forehead, brushing her high cheekbones, her full lips and stubborn chin. Her neck was long and slender, and he wrapped his hand around it as he leaned down and kissed her.
Slowly, he reminded himself. He had to take his time.
His dick was making a permanent dent in his battlesuit, but he didn’t care. Angelina tasted sweet, like his tooth powder, and he knew she’d made use of his supplies while she was in the bathroom. The intimacy of that gesture struck him hard. He’d never had a woman share his gel cleansing unit and personal grooming products before. He liked the idea more than he should.
He stroked her tongue with his, encouraging her to return the caress, silently urging her to touch him. Her hands crept up his arms and around his neck. Triumph flooded him. He deepened the kiss, not able to get enough of her. She was much tastier than the much-treasured multigrain bread, finer than the best Andalusan wine, and that was saying something, as the people of Andalusa were renowned for their winemaking skills.
He kissed her cheeks and her slightly-pointed chin, nipping it with his teeth. Her nails dug into his nape, telling him just how much she liked it. Then he licked her collarbone.
Angelina was a contrast of strength and delicacy. She wasn’t weak, far from it, but she was elegant, refined, and much too good for a rough space trader. But she’d chosen him. He wasn’t about to walk away, at least not without a taste of her.
He eased lower and nuzzled her breasts. They weren’t small or overly large. They were full and firm and absolutely perfect. He cupped one full mound and rubbed his thumb over the tip. Her nipple hardened at the attention.
He palmed her other breast but this time lapped at the nub, dragging his tongue over it. She moaned, slid her hand around to the back of his head, and pulled him closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
His balls pulled up tight, and his cock threatened to punch through the blaster-proof material of his battlesuit. He ignored the pain and played with her responsive nipples, first one and then the other. Back and forth he went, learning that she liked a rougher touch more than a light one. Her soft cries and moans had every muscle in his body coiled tight.
He had to taste her.
He shoved the blankets down to the foot of the bed and shimmied down the mattress. He lifted her right leg, ducked under it and settled between her thighs.
She stilled when he pushed her legs wide. He looked up at her and almost came in his pants. Her lips were slightly swollen and damp from his kisses. Her cheeks were flushed a pale pink, and her nipples were hard, red nubs. Her breasts swayed with each deep breath she took. He’d never seen a more sensual picture in his life.
And, at least for now, she belonged to him.
“Trust me,” he told her. He tensed, waiting for her to give him some sign. When she nodded, he lowered his head and inhaled the sweet perfume of her arousal. He caught the scent of his cleansing gel on her skin, and a sudden possessiveness gripped him.
He pushed her thighs wider and admired the plump pink folds of her pussy. They were wet and slick. He licked his lips and leaned in for his first taste.
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Angelina wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined anything like this. Amos was overwhelming her with his sensual advances.
Her entire body hummed with pleasure, but underneath it all was a building sexual tension that threatened to explode at any second. On one hand, she wanted it to happen. On the other, she didn’t want the moment to end. She also feared that once she exploded, she might never be able to put herself back together again.
She’d assumed he’d strip, climb into bed, and take her. In and out and done. This was more than sex. This touched something primal deep inside her.
Amos was still half dressed. She wanted to see all of him. What she could see was an absolute masterpiece of masculine power. She stroked his massive biceps and broad shoulders. His abs were roped with muscle. His erection was like the rest of him—large and hard. Yet he made no move to remove the rest of his clothing.
The heat in his eyes before he lowered his head to her pussy singed her. She was hot from the inside out. Her skin flushed. Anticipation had her holding her breath. Then he licked her from back to front. Her breath released from her lungs in one long moan.
She’d never imagined anything could be this good. Yes, she was a worldly woman in many ways, having traveled all over the Alliance galaxies. She’d met people from other cultures and could talk art, politics, and business. She’d also been very sheltered, never allowed to have friends or to be alone for more than a few moments with a man, once she’d been old enough to really notice them.
What Amos was doing to her was outside any of her experiences. But she wanted it with a fierceness that shocked her. She clutched his hair and pulled him closer. He laughed and pushed his tongue into her slick channel. He flicked it in and out, mimicking the sex act.
She gasped and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. If he stopped, she’d kill him. She was so close to something monumental. It was pleasure, while at the same time being almost painful. A yearning filled her, a need for whatever this thing was just hovering out of her grasp.
He sucked and licked at her damp folds and pushed a finger inside, stretching the narrow passage. Her inner muscles closed around him. When he added a second finger, there was a quick bite of pain. Then it was gone.
“You’re so damn tight.”
She couldn’t tell from his tone if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Then he pushed two fingers into her channel, filling her in a way that hurt slightly but felt so good she didn’t want him to stop.
He did the most amazing thing with his tongue, touching the incredibly sensitive spot at the top of her mound. He sucked on the hard nub and then released it.
She cried out at the loss and tried to pull him back.
His laugh was da
rk and masculine. “You like it when I suck your clit?”
“Yes.” She yanked on his hair and was rewarded when he did it again.
And when he began to slide his fingers in and out of her tight, wet core, she lost it. Everything inside her stilled for a split second. Then she exploded. Pleasure flashed outward until it encompassed her entire body. Her limbs shook, and her insides quivered. It was frightening and totally exhilarating all at the same time.
She grabbed hold of Amos, the only solid thing in her world.
“I’ve got you,” he told her. Surprisingly, she trusted him and gave herself over to the pleasure that swamped her. Coupled with the worry and exhaustion of the past few days, she drifted away on a cloud of contentment.
Her last thought was that while they might not have had sex, technically she was no longer a virgin.
Chapter Five
Amos knew the moment Angelina fell asleep. He could have been insulted but knew it was a result of the intensity of her sexual release coupled with the stress and fatigue of her past few days. Not because she was bored.
He carefully pushed off the bed and stood watching her slumber. She still looked like an angel, albeit a slightly bedraggled one, with her white hair flowing around her and the shadows under her eyes. Her body was anything but saintly with her full breasts and curvy hips. He swore and yanked the covers over her. She didn’t even stir.
He had to tell Flynn and the others about her. He rubbed his hand over his chest, ignoring the ache in the region of his heart. First, he had to do something about the raging hard-on that threatened to bring him to his knees.
After one final glance at her, he made his way to the bathroom. The door slid soundlessly open, and he stepped inside. He heaved a huge breath and began the task of removing his clothing.
The flightsuit was first. He got rid of it and his boots and socks. That left his battlesuit. His cock was jammed against the protective barrier. Amos swore as he managed to push down the closure a bit more. It wasn’t easy. His fingers brushed the head of his dick, and he was certain he saw stars. He’d never been so aroused in his entire life.
“Fuck me.” He almost laughed as soon as the words left his lips. Yeah, he could have been in bed with Angelina if he wasn’t such a goddamn saint. Instead, he was left with the option of using his hand to alleviate the pressure.
His cock finally popped out from the confinement of the battlesuit. Amos gripped the vanity and held on for several long seconds. When he figured it was safe to move without losing it, he shoved the garment down his thighs and off.
He stumbled into the gel cleansing unit and shut the door. His chest heaved like he’d just loaded the entire ship’s cargo bay by hand, without the use of loading bots. He slapped one hand against the side of the unit for stability and wrapped the other one around his dick.
His shaft was throbbing, his balls about ready to burst. Amos pictured Angelina in his bed, with her glorious white hair spilling over his blankets. He grunted and pumped his hand up and down his erection.
It was damn good but not quite enough. Nothing less than losing himself in her hot, silky depths would quench the burning need inside him. But this would have to do, at least for now.
He worked his cock harder and faster, all the while imagining what it would be like to have her hand on him. Better yet, her mouth. Oh yeah, he could picture her naked with her lips around his dick sucking him off.
Amos barely held back his yell of triumph as he came. His release spurted over his hand, his belly, and the wall of the cleansing unit. It seemed endless as he continued to spill himself. When he was finally done, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against the wall and sucked air into his starving lungs.
“Fuck me.” That seemed to be the extent of his vocabulary at the moment. But really, what else was there to say? He’d never experienced anything like this in his entire life. That made Angelina a very dangerous woman.
He straightened and hit the controls. A fine mist of gel covered him and the inside of the unit, cleaning both at once. He waited impatiently for the cycle to finish. When the drying light finally went off, he practically leapt from the unit.
He looked down at his naked body and the metal and computerized robotic leg that was attached just below his left knee. He wondered what Angelina would think if she saw it, if she knew that a part of him was missing. Of course, she already knew he was missing a finger on his left hand. Hard not to notice. And she hadn’t seemed to mind it when he touched her.
Some women didn’t care; others were horrified by his disfigurements, while still another group found it a turn-on. He tried not to wonder about Angelina’s reaction as he hauled his clothing back on all the while ignoring the fact his dick was still semi-erect.
Her clothing was lying in an abandoned heap on the floor. He leaned down and picked up the obviously expensive, delicate tunic. When he examined it, he was surprised it was so cleverly constructed with a bra built-in. This fabric had lovingly cupped her breasts, just as he had. A light flowery scent clung to the garment. He brought it to his face and inhaled. His cock stirred. He swore and set it aside. Then he picked up her pants and underwear and shoved them with the tunic. Better not to look too closely at her panties. The thin shoes were barely better than socks. Expensive but meant to be worn inside and fairly useless otherwise.
Then he raked his fingers through his hair, took a calming breath and stepped back into the bedroom. Angelina was still sleeping soundly, undisturbed by his physical release or inner turmoil. It would be easy to resent her if she wasn’t so damn sweet.
It took a lot more effort than it should have to make himself leave her. He lingered another second and was almost to the door when he turned on his heel and went back to the bed. He leaned down and brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Sleep. You’re safe.”
She mumbled slightly and pulled her knees up to her chest so she was tucked in a tiny ball. The position seemed natural for her. He wondered what had happened in her life to make her so defensive. Yes, she’d told him the bare bones of the situation, but he knew the way she tried to disappear while protecting herself spoke of deep and old hurts.
He tucked the cover around her and forced himself leave. It wasn’t as though she could run away from him. After all, they were on a spaceship on their way to the Aurora Cluster. She couldn’t simply open a door and walk away.
Still, he lingered another full minute, simply watching her sleep. A feeling almost like contentment snuck over him. He shook himself and strode toward the door. It was time to talk with his brothers.
The door slid open, and he stepped into the hallway. He did pause long enough to set the lock. He wasn’t keeping her a prisoner, just making sure she didn’t get into any trouble. Still, he didn’t like the idea of her waking up and finding herself alone and shut inside his room. He’d have to be back before she woke. He hoped she’d sleep for hours.
Amos straightened his shoulders and headed toward the control room. Flynn would be there, as his brother barely left the hub of the ship, sleeping there many nights. It wasn’t healthy, but there wasn’t anything he or his brothers could do about it. Flynn was a law onto himself.
Both Flynn and Garth glanced toward him when he entered. There was no sign of Kal or Rory. They were probably still in their room enjoying a nap or another bout of hot, sweaty sex. He envied them.
His cock stirred, and he willed it into submission. His brothers would be certain to notice if his dick suddenly went full attention. Yeah, that would certainly raise some interesting questions.
“What’s up?” Garth asked. His brother leaned back in his seat and crossed his ankles, totally relaxed.
“The air filtration system is back at full strength, and everything else is running smooth as silk.” He inwardly cursed himself for using those particular words. The image of silk brought Angelina’s smooth skin to mind. He knew just how soft it was to the touch and how sweet it tasted.
Amos turned away and wal
ked to engineering console and took a seat. He gained himself some time by pretending to check all the various functions of the engines and life support system, when in truth he saw nothing but Angelina before him.
“What’s wrong?” Leave it to Flynn to be so blunt. The man went through life like a battering ram, knocking down all obstacles and taking no prisoners. But Flynn also had a large heart and cared deeply about them all. He just didn’t like to admit it.
“Nothing is wrong.” Amos spun his chair around and faced his oldest brother. Flynn had also lost a limb in the explosion that had cost Amos part of his leg and one of his fingers. His brother had lost an eye and his right hand, which had been replaced with a robotic one. A patch covered his ruined eye. For some reason, Flynn had never bothered with a robotic eye even though they’d long since earned the money for one. It wouldn’t return his vision but would have allowed him to at least sense things with that eye.
Flynn leaned forward, planted his elbows on the arms of the chair, and steepled his fingers together. Half of the fingers were flesh and blood, the other half metal and wires. There’d been no money in the beginning for the fancy prosthetics that looked like real human limbs and skin. Now, years later, they were simply a part of Flynn, like Amos’s leg was for him.
“You never could lie worth a damn,” Flynn told him.
Amos cursed his brother and the truth. He was a rotten liar, which was why he usually stayed on the ship when any delicate negotiations were taking place for cargo contracts. Flynn usually intimidated the hell out of whomever they were dealing with, Garth would cajole them or make them laugh, and Kal dealt with the nitty-gritty of the terms of agreement. The arrangement worked well for them.
But it left Amos at a disadvantage when it came to dealing with his siblings.
“Okay, how about this? I don’t think there’s anything wrong.”
“But I might.” Flynn cut right to the heart of the matter.
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