She’d noticed his scarred hand, but this was different. This spoke of a tremendous amount of hurt and loss. “I’m sorry.” It was totally inadequate for what she was feeling inside, but it was all she had to give.
He shrugged. “I’m alive. That’s all that matters.”
She wondered why he was still standing there instead of joining her in bed. Understanding came right on the heels of her thought. He was waiting to see if she’d reject him.
A fierce need to protect Amos from further hurt welled up inside her. It didn’t matter that he was a virtual stranger. He didn’t feel like one. In a strange way, it seemed as though she’d known him forever. She trusted him more than she had anyone else in her life. She ignored the voice in the back of her head that urged caution and pulled back the covers on the bed, exposing a piece of the empty mattress.
If anything, his gaze grew more intense, his expression fiercer. This man was a warrior, tested in fires she couldn’t even imagine. But, for better or worse, he was her warrior … for now. She didn’t allow herself to think about what came after this was done. She was going to give herself over to the experience and to the man.
“Come to bed.”
****
Amos wished he knew what was going on in Angelina’s mind. Her violet-blue eyes were filled with invitation and a touch of sympathy. He winced inwardly at that. He didn’t need her pity.
But she’d wanted him before she’d seen his leg, he reminded himself, had allowed him to touch her with his ruined hand.
When she patted the empty space next to her, he was unable to refuse her. Because behind the heat that simmered in her gaze was a touch of apprehension as well. Of course there was. He was an idiot. The woman had never had sex before.
“How old are you?” She was no child, but sometimes she seemed world-weary and old beyond her years. Other times she appeared young and fresh and naïve.
“Twenty-three. You?”
“Thirty.” Only seven years separated them, but they were worlds apart in their upbringings. She’d been sheltered and protected. He’d been in the bowels of the mines by the time he was fourteen. He’d gotten a basic education; his parents and then Flynn had seen to that. He’d worked backbreaking ten-hour shifts in the mines and then put another three or four in on his schoolwork. It hadn’t been a hardship. He’d enjoyed learning.
His real love had been tinkering with engines and mechanical systems. He’d quickly discovered he had an aptitude for it. By the time they’d left their home planet, he’d had a reputation as the best mechanic around. Even the mining company had offered him huge money to stay and tend their equipment. He hadn’t even been tempted. No way was he letting his brothers leave without him.
“Amos?”
He shook himself from his memories and gave his attention to the woman before him. He slid into bed, and she flipped the covers over him.
“What now?” She fidgeted with the blanket and then left her hand in the air as if uncertain where to put it. He caught it in his and brought it to his chest. He had to take this slow. Virgin, he reminded himself.
His cock swelled even more at the reminder. The more primitive part of him rejoiced at the idea of being her one and her only man.
“Now I kiss you.” Amos leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. She tasted as sweet as he remembered. Her lips parted, and her tongue tentatively touched his. He groaned and angled his body so he was lying partly over her. His cock pressed against her hip, and his thigh trapped hers beneath it.
Her eyes were shut tight but flew open when he cupped one of her breasts and thumbed the pert nipple. “I’ll stop if you want. Remember that,” he told her. It might kill him, but he’d do it.
She covered his hand with hers. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Is it just to rid yourself of your virginity?” That bothered him on a deep level.
She shook her head. “Not anymore.” She ran her fingers over his arm and up to his shoulders. “I can’t imagine doing this with another man.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “It was fine in theory, but I don’t think it would have worked with anyone else.”
He gazed into her eyes until he was certain she was telling the truth. Or maybe he believed her because he wanted to. Either way, the time for talking was over.
Amos stroked her breasts and stomach. He kissed her smooth skin, dragging his tongue over the hills and hollows of her curvy body. She gasped and moaned and made sounds of need that had his cock aching and his balls contracting.
Everything about her pleased him, from her long hair and smooth skin to her vibrant eyes and womanly curves. But what drew him even more was the way she gave everything without holding back, how she didn’t flinch when his robotic leg grazed her skin and how she welcomed the touch of his ruined hand.
Angelina truly was a miracle.
He worked his way down her body and settled between her legs. He had to make sure she was ready for him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. She’d found pleasure the last time he’d gone down on her, so he’d do it again. Not that it was any hardship. He enjoyed a woman’s pleasure and always had. Any man who didn’t was a fool.
This time she spread her legs for him. He glanced up to find her watching him through slightly glazed eyes. Her breath hitched slightly when he lowered his head and licked at her slick folds. “I love how fast you get wet for me.” It was such a turn-on.
There was a slight bloodstain on the sheet, but she hadn’t bled much when he’d breached her with his fingers earlier. That would make things easier for both of them.
“I can’t help it.” She sounded almost apologetic. And didn’t that make him feel ten feet tall.
“You’re not supposed to help it,” he told her. “Just let it happen. It’s sexy as hell.”
“Really?” She didn’t sound totally convinced.
He grunted and adjusted his cock. The damn thing was more than ready to prove just how sexy he found her. “Really.”
Amos slid his middle finger into her snug channel. He broke out in a sweat when her inner muscles closed around him. She was so damn tight. She was going to grip his cock like a— He couldn’t come up with any comparison that would do it justice. He just knew it was going to be unbelievably good.
She moaned and canted her hips upward as he pushed his finger deeper. He eased the digit back to the entrance and this time used two when he thrust inward. Angelina moaned and shivered.
Goosebumps rose on his back and a tingling sensation started low in his spine. He had to get inside her before he disgraced himself. He found her clit and flicked it with his tongue. The quicker she came the quicker he could bury his dick in her tight pussy. He wrapped his lips around the hard nub and tugged it gently.
Angelina wasn’t a quiet lover. The small cries of need she made were driving him crazy. Her hips jerked upward. Her head rolled from side to side on his pillow. She was the most openly sensual creature he’d ever known.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out in an even rhythm. At the same time, he continued to ply her clit with his tongue and mouth. Her pussy rippled around his fingers, and then she was coming.
He didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait. Now was the time. He surged over her, fitted his cockhead to her opening and pushed inward. There was some initial resistance because she was so damn tight. He shoved his hand under her ass and changed the angle. Then he pushed again.
She was still in the midst of her orgasm. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock so hard he saw stars. “Fuck,” he yelled. Then he was coming, flooding her with his release. He thrust again, forging inward until he was buried to the hilt.
Angelina cried out and dug her fingers into his shoulders. At first, he wasn’t sure if she was trying to pull him close or push him away, but it was too late. He was inside her and the deed was done.
His chest was heaving when he collapsed, barely managing to angle his upper body to the side so he didn’t crush her beneath him. He was still hard, still
surrounded by her wet heat. Her hands fell away from him and dropped to the mattress. She was breathing as heavily as he was. He cupped one of her breasts, cuddling the firm mound as he tried to pull together his scattered senses.
****
“It’s done, isn’t it?” Angelina’s heart thumped hard against chest. Her limbs were lax and loose, and a fine sheen of perspiration covered her. Amos was still joined with her, his cock throbbing in time to her heartbeat. He’d really fit. She hadn’t been certain for a moment if it would work.
It had hurt, but only slightly and for a short time. The pleasure from her orgasm had pushed aside most of the discomfort. It was odd to be a part of someone else, but it felt right, too.
“Yes, it’s done.” He absently rubbed his thumb around her swollen nipple, circling the hard nub. “By anyone’s definition, you’re no longer a virgin or considered untouched.”
When he moved, she thought he was going to pull away from her. She gave a cry of distress and threw her arms around him. She wasn’t ready to lose this intimate moment. He’d made her first time even better than anything she could ever have imagined.
Amos simply rolled, taking her with him so she was lying on top of him with his cock still buried in her pussy. He caught handfuls of her hair and rubbed it over his face. “I love your hair.”
Her inner muscles contracted, and they both groaned. She’d always thought she was pretty enough, although nothing exceptional, but Amos made her feel beautiful. His cock flexed inside her and seemed to grow. Her eyes widened. She’d read that a man needed recovery time after sex.
He seemed to know what she was thinking. “Oh yeah. I want you again. The first time was just to take the edge off and to get rid of your virginity once and for all. Now we can relax and enjoy ourselves.”
She liked the sound of that.
“Sit up.” He helped her follow his instructions. She gasped when he drove deeper into her core.
“You’re so big and so deep.”
He groaned and then gave a quick laugh. “Keep saying things like that and I won’t last.”
“Really?” She liked that idea. It gave her a sense of a woman’s power for the first time in her life.
“Fuck yes.” He ran his hands over her thighs, across her stomach, and up her ribcage. She loved his touch, the way it made heat spread through her body and her skin tingle.
She lifted his left hand, the one with the missing finger. She brought it to her lips and kissed the stub where his pinky had been. Amos swallowed hard, his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared.
He was such a big man and strong, too. His biceps bulged even when he was at rest, and his chest rippled with muscle. Yet she wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. It was liberating.
She brought his hand to her breast, sighing with pleasure when he cupped it.
“Angelina.” The way he said her name made her feel special. Oh, she wasn’t stupid. She knew it was just the sex talking, but it was nice to pretend that what they had went beyond the physical. The one thing she’d always wanted was a special bond with someone. She hadn’t dared to dream of finding a man, a partner and maybe having a family, one of her choosing. She’d always known her uncle would never allow it.
At least she’d managed to have this man for a short time. He was her choice. That made the moment special, and one she’d remember for the rest of her life.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
Her eyes welled at his endearment. “Nothing.” She blinked back the tears. She would not spoil their time together. She placed her hands on his chest and followed the shape and hard lines, reveled in the contraction of his muscles as she stroked his abs. His cock flexed, too, sending a ripple of pleasure through her.
He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her downward. Their lips met, not in a torrid kiss but a soft, gentle one that was somehow filled with just as much passion. He kissed her like he was in no hurry, like it was his only goal. He used his tongue and lips to tease and please her. She returned the favor, loving the hot, masculine taste of him.
Finally, when she was totally breathless, he released her. “Ride me.” He cupped her ass and lifted her slightly before bringing her back down on his shaft. “Ride me.”
She knew what he wanted and was eager to try out this technique. She licked her lips and placed her hands on his chest for support as she lifted and fell on his thick erection. It squeezed in and out of her tight channel, stretching it in the most delicious way.
This time there was no pain, only pleasure. He helped her, his hands guiding her, his hips slamming upward to meet her downward push. He went so hard and deep it left her lightheaded.
Her breasts ached, so she cupped them with her hands. Amos’s breathing got deeper and faster. “That is so fucking hot.” His gaze was glued on her fingers as they plucked at her nipples.
Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. She tried to keep up the rhythm but couldn’t. She needed something more. She was so close.
“Amos.” She didn’t know what she wanted but instinctually knew he could provide it.
He swore and rolled so she was under him once more. He shoved his arms beneath her thighs and pushed them up and away. Then he slammed into her with the force and finesse of a jackhammer.
She loved it.
She dug her fingernails into his biceps and held on for the ride. He angled his body so his pelvis brushed against her clit with each thrust, sending lightning bolts of pleasure rocketing through her. She cried out as he yelled her name. Her pussy spasmed as she orgasmed, clutching his cock hard. He swore and pumped several more times, and then came the warm rush of his release. She shivered and spasmed again.
Angelina lost herself in the pleasure, not even minding when Amos collapsed on top of her. Closing her eyes, she desperately tried to catch her breath. She sifted her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky slide of it through her fingers.
Amos finally shifted off her. She gave a cry of distress when his cock slipped from her, but he didn’t leave her. Instead he pulled her into his arms, banding them around her. She settled against him, content to snuggle. It both frightened and amazed her to feel so close to another person.
Now it was his turn to play with her hair. He finger-combed the long strands before gathering some of it in a tail and brushing it over his chest. “I have a fantasy of you trailing your hair over every part of my body.”
She swallowed hard, and her pussy throbbed. She knew exactly what part of his body he meant. She could picture herself teasing his swollen cock with the tips of her hair. She shivered, and his grip tightened around her.
Before she could respond, a beep sounded, loud and sharp. It was quickly followed by a hard voice over the intercom system. “Get your asses to the bridge. We’ve got company.”
Chapter Seven
Amos cursed the timing. He wanted to snuggle Angelina and cement the physical bonds between them. He also knew Flynn wouldn’t contact him if it wasn’t serious trouble. “Come on.” He rolled out of bed, grabbed her hand and all but dragged her behind him. She stumbled but hurried after him.
He hustled them both into the bathroom and straight into the gel cleansing unit. It was a tight squeeze. The unit came on and sprayed them both with a gel mist. Angelina kept her head down, not looking at him as the cycle continued. They were in and out in less than two minutes. He resented having to wash her scent from his body. Even more, he hated having his scent erased from her skin.
“Get dressed,” he told her as he pulled on his battlesuit, flightsuit, and boots.
Less than five minutes after Flynn called, they were on their way to the bridge. He cursed himself when he realized she was wearing the dirty garments she’d arrived in. She had no clean clothing but hadn’t complained or asked him for any. Why that made him angry, he wasn’t quite sure.
“My uncle has found me.” Her voice was toneless and resigned.
“You’re not a virgin any longer,” he reminded her.
He gripped her hand and pulled her behind him. “He can’t marry you off anymore.”
That seemed to perk her up a little, but she was still tense when they entered the control room.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
“We’ve got two ships hailing us. One belongs to the Astoferus fleet. The other is a Gravas warship.” Flynn stood with his legs braced and his hands on his hips as he studied Angelina. “So this is the woman causing all the problems.”
Amos pulled her close. “This is Angelina.”
Flynn ignored the introduction and turned to Kal, who was manning communications. “Find out what they want.”
Kal held up his hand for silence, typed some commands on his computer and then spoke. “This is the Abigail. Please state your business.”
“This is the Astoferus Prime. We wish to send a delegation on board the Abigail to search for the missing niece of Demarco Astoferus. We fear she has been abducted.” The monotone voice echoed throughout the control room.
Kal glanced at Flynn. Then he reached out and took Rory’s hand in his. She looked worried.
“No fucking way.” Flynn began to pace, his big boots pounding against the metal floor. “Who the fuck do they think they are?” He whirled around. “What about the Gravas ship?”
Kal’s fingers danced over his keyboard. “Gravas 3, this is the Abigail. Please state your business.” Amos could feel Angelina getting tenser by the second.
“This is Gravas 3.” The deep voice boomed over the communication system. “We wish to send a small contingent onboard to speak with the captain.”
Flynn turned to the brother who was in charge of defense. “Garth?”
“We can outrun the Astoferus ship but not the Gravas warship. They’re fast, and they’re loaded.”
Before he knew her intention, Angelina stepped away from him. “I’ll go back. I don’t want to cause you any more problems than I already have. I’ll tell them I stowed away and you were returning me.”
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