by Carew, Opal
“Eva, may I come in?” Commander Raa-ling’s words sounded through a speaker somewhere in the room.
Her face flushed. Obviously, he expected to hear her answer. That meant he must have been able to hear the sounds she’d made last night.
“Eva?”
She clutched the covers to her neck.
“Come in.” She forced the words from her clenched throat.
The door slid open and he leaned against the door frame, a broad smile lighting his face. Heat crept into her cheeks.
“I have breakfast ready for you. Would you like it in here or the dining room?”
She couldn’t handle the intimacy of him bringing her breakfast in bed. In fact, she desperately wanted to leave this room and the memories of what she’d done last night, probably in front of a huge audience.
“The dining room.” She continued to clutch the blankets to her chest, waiting for him to leave.
He smiled and watched her for several long moments. So long that she almost protested, but then he pushed away from the door jamb and left her alone, the door closing behind him.
She pushed back the covers and stood, glancing around, wondering what she would do for clothes. Her gaze landed on the pool of black fabric on the floor. She certainly didn’t want to traipse around in an evening gown indefinitely. She opened a door on a built-in cupboard and found two pairs of jeans, one faded blue and the other black, a selection of cotton shirts, a couple of sweaters and a red velour robe. The items could have been from her closet at home. They were exactly her size and her favorite type of colors: blues, mauves and soft greens. She selected a lavender shirt paired with the black jeans.
* * *
Eva stared at the bowl of oatmeal Commander Raa-ling placed in front of her.
She tried to ignore the quivering of her hormones anytime he came near, but it was damn difficult.
“Darjeeling tea is your preference, right?” he asked as he set a metal urn on the center of the table.
“Actually, blackcurrant,” she answered, trying to be arbitrary. She picked up the spoon to the right of the bowl and poked at the steaming cereal. She noticed a bowl of brown sugar to her left.
He smiled, undaunted. Damn but he was an attractive man.
“My understanding is that your favorite is blackcurrant, but you prefer Darjeeling in the morning.”
She plunked down her spoon and stared at him.
“How do you know so much about me?”
“I know a great deal more than your eating habits. I know you got married shortly after college. After less than a year, he’d had an affair. Then another.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. Pain lanced through her as she remembered those early years.
“By the fourth year, he didn’t even hide it anymore,” he said.
Her throat tightened. As the years had passed, she’d become numb to her husband’s cheating, but she’d never gotten used to the feeling of emptiness at the fact she hadn’t been worthy of his love. He’d never even bothered to try to please her in bed. A quick roll and tumble was all she’d been worth to him. A handy female body to satisfy his lust.
That’s all she’d been. And, it seemed, she hadn’t even filled that role well enough, because he’d always been looking elsewhere. Intellectually, she knew he was just a lazy bastard who couldn’t be bothered to consider his partner’s needs—probably the reason he couldn’t even keep a regular lover—but her self-esteem had taken a huge jolt.
”By the time you left him, just over a year ago, both of you had lost count of the other women.”
“Shut up, damn it,” she snapped, curling her arms around herself. She didn’t need him reminding her how lousy her marriage had been. How lousy men were.
This man was no different. Dragging her here against her will. Trying to force his beliefs on her.
Breath labored from her lungs.
“Were you watching me last night?” she demanded, unable to silence the question burning through her.
Chapter 6
Eva watched as Commander Raa-ling’s smile faded a fraction.
“Yes,” he admitted.
His openness threw her off balance.
“You can watch me too. Anytime you like,” he said. “In fact, if you’d like to watch me while I was watching you, you can.”
He stood and moved to the living room, then pressed a button on a small control box on the wall. A screen just like the one in her room lowered from the ceiling. He pressed a couple of buttons on the control panel and his image showed on the screen, his face intently watching the camera.
He tapped on the panel and the view widened to show all of him. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of his naked body stretched out on his bed.
“Do you see how turned on you make me?”
Her gaze shifted to the image of his huge erection. Amazingly, as his hand slid up and down, it grew even longer.
“You can change the viewing angle here.”
The image shifted. Eva could now see the image he watched and flushed hotly as she saw herself riding that damned dildo, her breasts bouncing up and down. She glanced away. He switched the view back to himself staring directly at the camera, but she could still hear her moans in the background.
She strode to the monitor and jabbed at buttons until it switched off.
“So everyone on the ship has seen me?” Her strong, angry words belied the weakness she felt inside.
“No, these quarters are not broadcast to the whole ship.”
Relief surged through her.
“Well, thank God for that.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Sex is a beautiful thing.”
She exhaled sharply. “Not in my experience.”
His eyes glittered in intensity. “Eva, I know your husband didn’t treat you right, but I’m not like him. You are my whole world.”
He reached for her hand, but she snatched it away. The intensity of being this close to him was already too much to handle, throwing her seriously off-balance.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I do know you.” He flattened his hand on his chest. “In here. My heart knows you. My soul knows you. Eva, if you let me make love to you, you will understand. The bliss you will find in my arms will change your mind. And open your heart.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”
“No. I think a lot of you. I know joining with you will be the greatest experience I will ever know.”
His turquoise eyes acted like magnets. She couldn’t help but gaze into them. He meant it. Everything he’d just said. She could see it in those warm, serenely honest eyes.
“I love you more than life itself.”
She dragged her gaze away. She didn’t want him to love her. Didn’t want him to want her.
“I don’t love you,” she tossed back.
His hand brushed against her cheek tenderly, and she melted inside, wanting so much to give herself over to this vibrant need.
“You would if you let yourself.”
Her throat tightened as tears prickled at her eyes.
“No,” she choked out, then marched to her room.
* * *
Damn the man. Eva sat on the easy chair in the corner of her room, her knees tucked against her chest.
He had left to tend to his duties during the day, but as soon as he’d returned, Eva had gone back to her room. She’d sat in this room for hours, trying to come to terms with her situation. Staying on this ship was intolerable, but she had no choice. Listening to that damned sex constantly displayed on the video device was driving her insane. She couldn’t stop thinking about sex, couldn’t stop thinking about Commander Raa-ling.
She didn’t want to want him. Didn’t want to feel anything for him. Didn’t want to feel anything for any man ever again. She could take care of herself, including satisfying her own sexual cravings.
What she wanted was to go back home. To
Earth.
She pushed herself to her feet and browsed the books in the small corner bookshelf beside the chair. Romance novels. Erotica novels. More romance novels.
Damn, she didn’t want to read about love and she certainly didn’t want to read about sex. She’d almost succeeded in tuning out the sexual sounds from the video device. Almost. She didn’t need books to stir up her hormones.
She plunked back into the chair. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t stop thinking about sex.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the way Commander Raa-ling’s honey-colored hair curled over his broad, muscular shoulders. About how his dark teal eyes glittered when he gazed at her with desire—which was most of the time. How the bulge of his erection had felt pressed against her belly.
She squirmed in her seat. Sucking in a deep breath, she tried to calm the whirlwind of hormones accelerating through her. She longed to see Commander Raa-ling. Larson. To just look at him.
She glanced at the screen, ignoring the view of a man kneeling over a woman licking her pussy while another woman lay beneath him, swallowing his cock deep into her mouth.
So why not?
Chapter 7
Eva stood and strode to the video control panel, then pressed the button to change the video view. She tried “Q55-L”. The living room appeared on the screen, but Larson wasn’t there. Hesitantly, she flicked it to “Q55-B1”, quelling her guilt by reminding herself he had been quite adamant that she was welcome to watch him anytime she wanted. Again, the video image showed an empty room. Maybe he’d left the quarters.
She stepped toward the door. When she moved within a foot of it, it opened. She peered into the bedroom beyond—Larson’s room. As she stepped into the room, she breathed in his scent. Musky male. Her vagina clenched in need.
His uniform jacket hung over the back of a chair, along with his shirt and pants. Socks and underwear lay strewn in a path to another door. The bathroom.
He was taking a shower.
Before she could even think, she’d slipped back into her room and switched the view to “Q55-S”. Shower.
Her breath caught as a back view of his long, lean and quite naked body appeared on the video screen. Water droplets sparkled across his broad shoulders as water streamed down his back. She followed the flow over his muscular torso, down past his trim waist, then over his—she sucked in a breath—tight, round buns. Oh God, she could imagine sliding her hands over those and squeezing.
He turned around and her eyes widened at the sheer length and girth of his penis. Even though it wasn’t engorged, it had to be nine or ten inches long and as big around as her wrist. She felt a bit light-headed. He pressed a button on a dispenser on the tile wall, and a translucent blue gel streamed into his palm. Foam trailed from his hands as he ran them over his shoulders, then down his chest. Mesmerized, she watched the suds glide over his muscular frame, down his rippled abs, over his strong legs.
She slid onto the bed and plumped the pillows behind her. She gasped as he stroked his long penis, luxurious lather foaming over it. Oh, how she longed to stroke him like that. To feel the hot, slippery flesh within her hands. To wrap her fingers around his steel-hard shaft.
He glanced straight at the camera and smiled. Oh God, did he know she was watching him? But he glanced away, and she simply couldn’t drag her gaze from his gorgeous, naked flesh. He rinsed the soap from his body and she sighed as he stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a white towel from a drying rack and patted his body. His shoulders, his chest, his legs, then his groin. In fact, he paid very close attention to his penis, holding it out and patting it from base to tip. He grasped the towel at each end and shimmied it back and forth across those incredible buns.
Finally, he hung the towel on the rack and left the bathroom. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, the video view changed to follow him.
Rather than getting dressed, he stacked up the pillows on his bed and sat propped against them, still totally naked. His hand curled around his penis and he started to stroke it. His flaccid member grew. He seemed to stare straight at her. Maybe he actually could see her. He could be watching her right now. Of course, that didn’t mean he knew what she was watching. He knew her video was on all the time. He would expect her to be watching it sometimes.
He would expect her to be getting turned on.
And she was.
His hand stroked up and down the length of his cock. It inflated, growing larger and fuller. The scene cast a hypnotic spell on her. Long, smooth strokes. Soon it was fully erect.
She licked her lips. She wanted to feel that cock. To stroke it. To taste it.
And she could. All she had to do was walk toward the door and step through. He would be happy to accommodate her.
Her vagina clenched, feeling so empty. Wanting to be filled.
She clenched her fingers around the edge of the bedclothes, reminding herself she did not want to be with a man. That path led to pain.
Larson stared straight at her and smiled as though gazing directly into her eyes. As though seeing the blatant need on her face.
He tweaked one of his nipples, and it stood pebble hard. Her fingers slipped under her shirt and stroked over her own nipple. Her areola pebbled under her touch and the nipple grew long and rigid. She pinched it and sparks of pleasure burst through her, spiraling down to her groin.
She could see a clear droplet form on the tip of his penis and his head dropped back onto the pillows, his eyes half-closed—but never leaving her. A rigid ache pulsed between her legs. She tugged open her top, freeing her breasts. She stroked enthusiastically, every brush of her fingertip over the nipples sending sharp pangs of pleasure lancing through her.
What if he was watching her? After all, he had before. On the other hand, he could just be watching some sex scene on his video. All she knew was that he was staring at his screen.
Thinking about the possibility that he was actually watching her, that their gazes were actually locked together, she became more aroused. She could feel moisture drip from her pussy. He smiled and she actively imagined he was watching her. Appreciating her.
Her hand found its way to the bedside table, then tugged open the drawer without shifting her gaze from the image of his long cock pulsing up and down within the grip of his large hand. She snatched out a vibrator and set it beside her, then tugged open the buttons of her shirt. It dropped off one shoulder, then the other, and she slipped her arms free. She kicked off her jeans, then her panties, and tossed them aside. As she stretched out on the bed and opened her legs, his turquoise eyes darkened to teal.
On the screen, Larson’s lips pursed together and his hand moved faster as Eva turned on the device and slid it between her legs. The vibrating cock sent ecstatic sensations quivering through her. He stroked faster and faster as she plunged the cock between her legs, thrusting it in and out, following his rhythm. Incredible starbursts of light shimmered across her vision as her heart pounded louder and faster and her whole body seemed to tighten into a single column of pulsing pleasure.
She cried out in climax, her body shuddering. Her gaze remained locked on him, watching him pump his magnificent erection. He groaned and a burst of white erupted from his cock in an impressive arc. She collapsed on the pillows, breathing heavily. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and the intensity of his gaze caught her off guard.
Her cheeks flamed. Oh God, she’d done it again. This time, knowing full well he was probably watching.
What had come over her?
He stood and strode forward, no longer looking at the screen. She scrambled sideways and tugged her shirt from beneath her. As she pushed herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, the door slid open. She clutched her shirt to her breast.
Incredibly, he was still hard, even though he’d clearly climaxed less than a minute ago. He pushed through the door and stormed toward her, looking big and threatening with his massive erection swaying from side to side.
Her pulse fl
uttered. Was he going to drive that enormous cock into her?
She didn’t know if the tightening in her chest was from fear or intense excitement at the thought.
“Do you know how turned on I am?” he demanded. “How much I need you?” He glared at her. “It’s torture knowing you’re in here, not being able to have you. Watching you pleasure yourself.” He paced a couple of times, his big cock bouncing erotically. “I shouldn’t watch, but I can’t help it.”
He turned to face her, the longing in his eyes almost painful to behold. Sobering her.
“I need to touch you,” he said through gritted teeth. He stepped toward the bed.
“No.” She wanted to scurry to the other side, out of his reach, but she sat frozen.
Thoughts spiraled through her head, making her dizzy. He needed a woman to satisfy his lust, so he would use her. Just like her husband always had.
Chapter 8
Eva’s heart pounded as Larson wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drew her to her feet, then dragged her into his arms. The feel of his hard muscular chest pressed against her soft breasts, with only the thin fabric of her shirt mashed between them, took her breath away. His lips captured hers in a long, passionate—totally disorienting—kiss. When he released her mouth, she had to gasp for air. Her whole body trembled.
“I need to hold you. To feel your body close to mine.”
His lips covered hers again and his tongue stormed her mouth.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as a war waged within her. One side insisted she give in to him or she’d die of need, the other that she resist, terrified by her desperate hunger for him.
Her groin tightened as his tongue spiraled in her mouth. Her breathing became labored, her pulse erratic. The intense sensual onslaught filled her with rising bliss. Her vagina clenched as an unbelievable swell of pleasure swelled inside her.
God, she was close to orgasm.
