Telepathic Cravings

by Melissa Schroeder

  He grabbed her by her hands, shackling them in one of his, and raised them above her head. Her eyes flew open, then narrowed.

  “Marcus—”

  His chest tightened and his heart almost stopped at the sound of his name on her lips. Just hearing it, in a voice full of arousal, made his stomach flip-flop. “Say that again.” His voice was rough from the arousal coursing through him. “Say my name.”

  She licked her lips, her eyes only half-open. “Marcus.” Her voice deepened, rolling over each syllable.

  He groaned. He grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled it open, buttons popping off. Every other thought dissolved at the sight of her breasts.

  Round, bottom-heavy, and tipped with pink nipples tightened from her arousal. She drew in a deep breath and they quivered. He licked his lips. Anticipation lanced through him. He bent his head and licked one nipple, then the other, circling his tongue around the very tip. She arched her back, offering her breast to him, and he accepted. He drew one turgid tip into his mouth as he caressed, then pinched, the other. Her gasp was filled with equal parts of surprise and arousal.

  She twisted her hands, but he clamped them tighter. “Uh uh uh. Don’t be a naughty girl, Shana,” he said against her breast.

  She humphed, then groaned when he grazed one nipple with his teeth. He bit down. She released a breath and shivered. Anticipation skipped along his senses as he thought of everything he wanted to do to her body.

  He drew in a deep breath, pulling back the beast his rampant lust had created. He barely held on to his control. If he let go, he’d rip off her clothes and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

  She squirmed against him, her pussy rubbing his cock. A white-hot shot of electricity headed right for his dick. His control slipped, teetering on the edge. Before she could push him over that edge, he released her hands and stepped back from her. He grabbed hold of her arm, and yanked her off the desk.

  “Get rid of the jacket and those pants.” His voice was hard, demanding, but he didn’t give a damn.

  Mutiny gleamed in the depth of her tawny eyes, but before she could open her mouth, he stepped forward and pressed his hand against her crotch. Wet heat warmed his hand and zinged straight down to his balls.

  “Do what I say, Shana.” He glided his index finger between the lips of her sex, and even through the microfiber, it dampened. Jesus. She shivered in response and licked her lips.

  A second later, she pushed his hand away and wrestled out of her jacket, then slid her pants down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood before him without a stitch of clothing on. Her skin, pale ivory with a hint of honey, her nipples reddened from his treatment, her pussy lasered bare for him. He wanted to lick it, taste her arousal as she came.

  His hands shook with need as he ripped open the front of his trousers and took his cock in hand. A dribble of pre-cum wet the head. She licked her lips again and he groaned. She hopped back on the desk, but he pulled her off and turned her around.

  He bent her over it, just as he had imagined. He skimmed his hand over her smooth, bare ass. She shifted her weight from one foot to another.

  “Marcus.” Her voice held a note of demand in it.

  He looked up and found her looking over her shoulder at him. He stared straight into her eyes and smacked her ass hard. His hand stung; his dick jerked. She gasped, but turned back around and didn’t say another word.

  He slid his hand between her legs, and found her sex swollen and dripping with arousal. He pressed his fingers against her clit, then slipped a couple into her. Her inner muscles clamped his fingers like a vise. He pulled them out, rubbing her juices over her clit.

  She moaned his name. “You like that, Shana?” He repeated the action. “Wet, hot, and tight. Just the way I like my pussy.”

  He continued sliding his fingers in and out, until he could almost feel the tension vibrating off her. The scent of her need spurred his own. No longer able to hold out, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his shaft. He drove into her in one thrust to the hilt. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, but then moaned as he slid out and back in.

  Damp heat surrounded his cock. Oh, Jesus, she feels so good. He slid his hand across her belly, down to her clit, applying just enough pressure to tease her. She growled her frustration, placed her hands on the table, and pushed back, trying to increase the tempo of his thrusts.

  He smacked her ass again. “Naughty, Shana.” She stilled as he drove his dick in and out of her juicy cunt. After a few strokes, she joined in the rhythm he’d set for their lovemaking. His balls tightened and blood rushed to his shaft. Every muscle in his body quivered with the need to reach the pinnacle. Now. He had to come now.

  He pressed her clit harder, and slammed into her once more. Her muscles clenched and quivered, her body tightening with her orgasm.

  “Marcus.”

  He pulled out and then sank back into her. Her convulsions pulled him deeper, stroked his cock.

  “Yeah, oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. So good.”

  One more thrust and he emptied his seed into her.

  * * * *

  Shana lay beneath Marcus, enjoying the feel of his body on top of hers. She breathed in, enjoying the musky scent of him, of their sex. He was nuzzling the back of her neck, lips nipping at her earlobe. The feel of his damp kisses combined with his warm breath sent a shiver down her spine. He was still inside of her, and he twitched in reaction. He chuckled and lifted himself to his hands, relieving her of his weight.

  “I’m a little old for that fast of a turnaround, Ms. Adams.”

  His hand skimmed down her back, tracing the line of her spine. He sighed, then pulled out of her, and stepped away. Instantly, a wave of cool air hit her back and she shivered. She lifted herself to her elbows and looked around at the mess on the floor. Holograms, laser pens, and even a microfile or two lay scattered behind his desk.

  Never in her life had sex ever included the sensations of her partner’s thoughts. His thoughts had spurred her arousal, pushing her, shoving her beyond anywhere she had been before. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. Not only satisfied in body, but in spirit also. Her mind no longer picked up on images from Marcus, but she was sure it was because it had been overloaded. A smile tugged at her lips. Marcus was as demanding in sex as he was at work. Her smiled faded as reality came crashing down around her.

  What the hell have I done?

  Chapter 5

  Shana’s heart leaped to her throat and almost strangled her. Good night, Jupiter! She’d screwed Marcus Carlyle. Well, it was more like he screwed her, but that was beside the point. This was her boss and the man who hated anyone with paranormal abilities. Panic coiled in her stomach. She drew in a deep breath and reminded herself that Marcus had no idea she was a telepath. She lifted herself from the desk and slid to the floor.

  The second her feet hit the ground, Marcus slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her tight against him. The heat of his body warmed her back. Without thinking, she snuggled against him as he massaged her breasts. Oh, God, he smells like heaven. The soft Fusturian cotton of his dress shirt caressed her back. She looked down at his hands and saw the cuff of his suit jacket and groaned.

  “What’s wrong, Shana?” The rumble of his voice vibrated against her back.

  “I’m naked.”

  “I was aware of that fact.” She detected a smile in his voice.

  Her face burned and she closed her eyes. “And you’re fully clothed.”

  He chuckled again, and the rusty sound fed into her desire. There was something definitely naughty and arousing standing in front of a fully clothed man while she was naked.

  “I apologize for that,” he said in a voice that didn’t sound apologetic at all. In fact, she was sure she heard a hint of damn male pride.

  Indignation was all she had to hold on to, so she grabbed it with both hands. She brushed his hands aside, aching the moment they left her skin. She whirled around, and po
ked him in the chest with her finger. He glanced down, mild surprise lighting his eyes.

  “This isn’t a good idea, and you know it.”

  His lips quirked and then his gaze dipped down to her breasts. Her nipples tightened. She crossed her arms.

  “Why isn’t it a good idea? You’ve had your contraceptive booster and STD vaccine, haven’t you?”

  Irritation crept down her spine. “That’s not what I meant. We should just forget it.” She bent to grab her clothes off the floor but never got the chance.

  Hands as hard as Deniden steel encircled her arms. He picked her up and plopped her on the desk. A lash of angry thoughts vibrated through her mind. Like before, she couldn’t grasp one thing, but there was an edge of panic in them. He brought his face within an inch of hers.

  “There is no way in hell I am going to forget. How can I forget the way it felt, or the way you sounded when you came?”

  His voice thickened, rolling over the words as the images of their mating flashed through his mind and reached out to her. The sounds, the scents, the physical feeling of sinking into her, swirled in her mind. Hot, molten lava flowed through her veins. Her heartbeat tripled and her whole body throbbed. His eyes dilated, his breathing hitched. Excitement pulsed between them as his thoughts of having her again, of tasting her cream, shot from his mind to hers.

  He leaned forward and her hand shot out, smacking him in the chest. She had to make a last-ditch effort. She was dizzy with the lust caused by the images and sounds swirling in her brain.

  “Ah, baby, don’t make me stop.” The way he said “baby” weakened her resolve. It shouldn’t, since she was an independent woman over the age of thirty. Still, she couldn’t help the liquid rushing to her sex or the funny little feeling in her stomach when his voice vibrated over the word. “Making me stop would be a crime. Especially since I want to be very, very good to you.”

  He wants to eat me. That was the only thought she could grasp and hold on to.

  Oh, Lord.

  Her elbow gave way, and he captured her lips. Again, images assaulted her, tilting the axis of her universe. As his tongue stole past her lips, the scent of him, spicy and pure male animal, surrounded her while his thoughts drew her closer to surrender.

  He pulled away, then kissed a path from her neck to her breasts. Her nipples grew painfully tight as he licked and suckled one while he massaged and pinched the other.

  Before she was satisfied, before he’d relieved the ache, he moved down her body, kissing and licking her skin. He kissed her stomach, then squatted between her spread legs. He leaned closer to her and inhaled. His breath warmed her lips.

  Oh, God, the scent of her.

  Juice flooded her cunt as his thoughts stole into her mind once again. His tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy. She tried to concentrate on her own passion, but his thoughts overpowered hers.

  She tastes better than I imagined.

  Heat flowed through her and gathered in her stomach. He moved his tongue to her clit, teasing the hardened nub as he slid his fingers into her sex. As her body reacted, his thoughts assaulted her in hyperspeed. They flashed through her mind, tangled in her own, confusing her, pushing her closer to the pinnacle just out of her reach. She couldn’t figure out where his thoughts stopped and hers began. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. The heat in her belly exploded as tremors wracked her body. Her mind was swept clear of thought as he rose above her and entered her to the hilt in one swift thrust.

  She gasped, but not from pain or surprise. Pure pleasure throbbed through her as he pulled out and drove back. She joined in the rhythm as her muscles tightened, her blood pumped. So far gone, she grasped only the few thoughts spilling from him.

  “Oh, Shana, baby, yes. That’s it.” One powerful thrust, and they exploded. She shouted his name as she convulsed and he emptied himself in her again.

  * * * *

  Marcus refused to feel guilty. It just wasn’t possible. The bone-deep satisfaction flowing through him wouldn’t allow for guilt. Never in his life had a woman had this effect on him. It had been more than just satisfying sex. Something else, something warm and comforting, had shifted inside his chest when she shouted his name.

  He shifted to relieve her of his weight, and kissed her shoulder. The scent of her rose from her heated skin. The woman was a sexual dynamo. They were perfectly matched, in his opinion. He envisioned spending the night learning every curve—

  A microfile lying on the floor caught his attention. Damn, they had work to do.

  With regret, he lifted himself away from her. He stared at her as she raised herself to her elbows, a lovely blush rising from her breasts to her face. He couldn’t help teasing her.

  “You’re still naked.” He chuckled when her eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

  She frowned. “Try.”

  He swallowed another chuckle and bent to pick up her clothes. She wouldn’t meet his gaze as he handed the pantsuit to her. If she didn’t get something on, they would end up on the floor this time. And she would definitely be on top. She stepped into her pants. Then she donned her jacket, and he inwardly sighed when the fabric closed over her breasts, hiding them from his view. She buttoned the two remaining buttons.

  “Marcus.”

  He glanced up. Her face matched her suit. He shrugged. “Sorry, just can’t help it.”

  She groaned. “This is going to be a problem.”

  “No, it won’t be a problem.” No way sex three times a day would be a problem, unless it interfered with work. A nooner every day would definitely suit him just fine.

  Shana cleared her throat, breaking his thoughts. Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

  “Listen, Shana. We’ll talk about it later. How about dinner, my place?” She didn’t answer, but chewed her bottom lip as if contemplating the secret to life. “I’d love to discuss this and other things more, but we have some other matters to talk about.”

  All the glorious rosy blush faded from her face. She turned white as the snow on top of the Abisinian Mountains in the Jetsune Sector on Neptune.

  “Tell you what. Why don’t we call it an early day and head out? My apartment is secure, and we can talk about the security breaches there.”

  She drew in a deep breath and the color returned to her face. “I need to pick up some things at my desk.”

  She was avoiding eye contact again. He refused to let her think she could control the situation and put him in some little box marked “mistake.” She brushed past him, but he grabbed her arm.

  “Shana, look at me.” He didn’t ask; he demanded. She turned to face him, one eyebrow raised in question. “Everything that went on here shouldn’t have happened. Not here. But it was inevitable if you kept working for me.”

  He couldn’t mistake the anger shadowing her eyes. “Marcus, there is one thing we need to get straight here. Just because we had sex today doesn’t mean it will happen again.”

  Irritation balled in his stomach. He released an aggravated sigh. “Listen, we can talk about this later.” She didn’t say anything. He wanted to press her, make her understand his feelings, but he knew if he pushed, she would push back.

  She yanked her arm out of his hand. “I’ll meet you at the Vehicle Outpost. Shana Adams, authorize.”

  The door slid closed behind her. Frustration inched along his spine. The woman has some nerve! She ordered him like some five-year-old boy to meet her at the VO. He paced in front of his desk. Marcus didn’t like to be told what to do. He’d worked long enough in the Federation Air Corps to know he didn’t play well with others in charge. That included in the bedroom.

  Marcus liked to be the one calling the shots, controlling the action. He’d lost his cool today. There was something about Shana that drove him over the edge. He shoved a hand through his hair, and calmed his temper. They had other things to worry about first. This security breach would take center stage. Then he would enjoy teaching S
hana a thing or two about who was in charge.

  * * * *

  Shana’s head throbbed as she stepped into the elevator with Marcus. She was sure he was up to something. Not a single thought was coming through. For the first time today, his thoughts were closed to her. She realized the only time his thoughts transferred was when he thought about her sexually. Not once had even a glimmer of any other thought transferred from him. That ironclad Carlyle control was back in place.

  He stood behind her. The heat of him and his scent wrapped around her. She wanted so badly to tell him everything, then beg for mercy. But Marcus Carlyle wasn’t known for mercy. He had a strict code of right and wrong by which he lived. He expected the same from his employees. And lovers.

  “Floor and domicile,” the computer-generated voice said.

  “Marcus Carlyle, floor forty, domicile ten.” The doors slid closed. He stepped closer and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her back against him. His erection prodded her bottom. He bent forward and bit her ear, then licked it. Every hormone in her body bounced to life. She dropped her purse. Her nipples tightened against the fabric of her shirt.

  “If we didn’t have so much work to handle, I would suggest we skip dinner and move right to dessert.”

  A glimpse of his thoughts shimmered, something involving whipped cream. Liquid flooded the lips of her sex. The thoughts dissolved as the doors opened.

  “Floor forty, Marcus Carlyle,” the computer announced.

  She picked up her purse as he stepped around her. He took her hand and led her down the hall. He glanced back at her. A cocky grin curved his lips, letting her know he knew he’d gotten to her. Her heart jumped to her throat at the sight of that smile and the mischievous glint in his green eyes.

  He continued on down the hallway to his apartment, as Shana tried to wish away the thoughts swirling in her mind. There was no way she could be feeling what she was. Marcus Carlyle was a ruthless son of a bitch who would turn in his own grandmother if she stepped over the line. She would rather spend five months on the outer sector of Sentin, barren and freezing cold, than have feelings for Marcus. It was pure lust. Basic animal cravings, that’s all.