Eventually, I wrap what happened into a little box inside my mind and stow it away in the back attic where I keep the really painful memories of my mom during the last part of her illness, and the regret that I’ll never see my dad again. Bye-bye tarantu-scorps. I relegate that to the back of my mind too.
Taking a deep breath, I allow my thoughts to move to more pleasant things. Bayne’s outside this door. He had some blood on him, too.
“Water’s at a premium on a ship, babe,” I call to him. “I think we should conserve and wash together, don’t you?”
He opens the door immediately, he was obviously waiting for my invitation. “Close brushes with death tend to do strange things to people,” he says. “I saw it all the time on Skylose.”
He joins me in the shower, his eyes blazing in passion.
“What type of strange things?” I ask, a sexy smile slashed across my face.
“It’s so hard to explain.”
I watch as the warm water pours down on him and his eyes brighten as he looks at me.
“Let me show you instead.”
His head dips toward me, those plump sexy lips unerringly finding mine. “I worried about you,” he husks into my ear to be heard over the running water.
“It was scary,” I admit.
“I have you now. You’re here in my arms. This is how it should be.”
His golden gaze seems to delve into my soul. I know he was worried about me during the fight, but it’s only now I realize how worried I was about him. If one of those hideous things had killed him today, I don’t know what I would do.
I need to tell him! It feels urgent that he know my feelings for him right this minute.
I step next to him so closely it’s a miracle any water can slide between us. Looking up into his beautiful face, I grab his cheeks and force his gaze to mine. “I love you Bayne. I love you and don’t want to lose you.”
He smiles. It’s not a big, beaming, dramatic smile, but the sweetest show of upturned lips that screams how happy my words made him. Then his smile widens, giving me a front-row seat to those sexy fangs.
“I love you too, my Willa. Let me show you how much.”
His lips slant to mine, sheltering me from the pelting water as his mouth takes mine. I love the warmth of him, his spicy taste, the firm softness of his lips. My body and mind have changed their focus from the adrenaline rush of a life-and-death struggle to the raging hormones of desire.
My pricked nipples graze his chest as I pull him to me, my hands roaming his back. I love foreplay, and goodness knows, he’s so very good at it. But I need none now.
Reaching between us, I capture his hard cock and stroke. Over the past few days, I’ve explored his cock, but it still fascinates me. It has three distinct parts, like three bulges stacked on top of each other. I never got my mouth past the second part, but it strikes me now that all three of those are going to be inside me in a matter of minutes. I’m not certain he'll fit. But one thing I do know, we’ll work it out.
I slip to my knees, my hands following slowly, sliding down the hills and valleys of his ripped chest, along masculine hips, and now grasping his muscular thighs.
I love his spicy, almost cinnamon taste, but barely snatch a taste because the water is streaming down on us. My tongue circles his head. In bed, I like to do this lazily, but there’s nothing lazy about what’s happening now. My tongue is swift and on a mission.
Perhaps what happened on Fairea is still playing in my head, because I feel a frenzied need to stay focused on this moment—here with Bayne.
I glance up to see him watching me and find my inner exhibitionist as I exaggerate every lick and swirl of my tongue. I add background music to my little show by moaning. His hands lodge in my hair as he shutters his eyes and tips his head back.
I love him in this pose—the powerful gladiator reduced to weakness by a woman on her knees. His Adam’s Apple is prominent, his rounded chin pointing upward, and his hips making little thrusting movements.
Seeing him like this fuels my excitement. Although water’s sluicing over me, I’m sure my core is wet enough with my own lubrication to accept him right here in the shower.
Cupping his balls, I plunge onto him in one swift motion, my lips getting as far as the valley between the second and third bulge. I’ve discovered a really sensitive spot here. It wasn’t hard to find, it always garners a throaty growl when I flick it with my tongue.
A few more pumps of my head, a few more flicks on his special spot, and Bayne jets into my mouth. His semen is hot and forceful. I love the intimacy of the act.
He slides his hands to my shoulders and pulls me to standing, then lifts me higher until I wrap my legs around his waist. Dipping my head, I lick along the seam of his lips, then press inside his mouth, loving the taste of him, the sexy communion of our wordless exchange.
“I’m going to make love to you, Willa. Come.”
He turns off the shower, escorts me out, and grabs a towel to rub me dry. Even though he just came, his cock is hard again, jutting at me, ready. His eyes rake down my body, the look on his face tells me he loves what he sees.
I grab a towel and get to
