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He paused, easing me back down. “Do you trust me?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” I cried out, completely undone.

“Meld your magic to mine,” he murmured, his lips against me. His fingers still inside me, still circling me, his magic called mine there. It rushed forward to meet him, to join him in whatever adventure he had in mind. His mouth was back on me, tormenting me, building me, our magic buzzing me to heights of ecstasy I never dreamt possible, and then, he held me there. He held me there at the peak of rapture, crying out with each breath as the minutes slipped by. Then my wave crashed, one orgasm slipping into another and another.

I was hot and luminous as a star as he dragged his tongue up my body, clasping it at my breast. My core was ravenous for him. He pulled me higher up on the bed and let his blessed weight sink over me, his hand cupping my face, kissing me like I was water, and he was dying of thirst.

Just when I thought I’d die if I didn’t take him inside me, he kissed me passionately and slowly thrust the hard length of himself in, inch by inch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his face closer, his body deeper.

“Gemma,” he murmured, shifting his angle of penetration and reaching an untapped wellspring of pleasure.

I cried out his name, and he thrust harder, rhythmically, romancing that spot with the immaculate hardness of himself, over and over, ratcheting me to a height I didn’t think was possible, until I came, my body crashing again on his shore.

He thrust faster, harder until he cried out. I felt his relief follow mine. He kissed me hard and withdrew, collapsing beside me on the bed and drawing me into his arms.

We lay together, panting, my heart beating nearly out of my chest, his heart a steady drumbeat beneath my breast. He reached for my face, kissing me over and over, rapturously smiling and studying my face in between kisses.

Before long, our kisses settled, and we snuggled close and fell asleep.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The twittering of synthesized birds and the unfamiliar sound of Beck lightly snoring beneath me woke me. I was still lying across his broad chest, and his arms still held me close.

What on earth did I do?

I pulled back to look up at his face, and the movement woke him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, and my whole body flooded with warmth and joy. I wanted to do it all over again. All day, every day.

“Good morning,” he said sleepily.

“Hi,” I breathed, arching my back and pressing closer to him, bringing my leg up onto him without even thinking.

He didn’t take his eyes off me until he kissed me, gently grasping my face with his hand. “Somebody’s frisky this morning.” He pulled me on top of his body, kissing me, running his hands down my back, his arousal already hard against me.

His deep voice rumbled against me. “Do you want to…”

“Yes, a lot,” I breathed emphatically into his kiss.

He flipped me onto my back beneath him in a fast, feral movement, and I shrieked with laughter.

It was at least an hour later by the time I kissed him goodbye at the door, and another thirty minutes before I got myself together enough to face the day, even though I skipped straightening my hair. My stomach growled, but I had an errand to run first.

I knocked on the open door of the med bay before walking in. “Hey Zola, how are you this morning?”

“I’m great, Gemma, how are you?” Zola asked, popping a bookmark between the pages of her romance novel. “What can I do for you?”

A blush warmed my cheeks. “I came to see if you have anything…” I paused, but Zola cut me off.

“I’ma stop you right there,” she said, slipping past me to shut the door. She opened a drawer of medications. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.” She pulled a bottle out and handed it to me. “Here.”

“But you don’t even know—” I started, looking down at the nondescript bottle.

“Gemma,” she said, talking low and kindly, “you’re not my first customer for contraception today.”

My mouth dropped. I didn’t know whether to be impressed that he wanted to take responsibility, or horrified that he’d told someone. “He told you?”

“Certainly not! He’s too much of a gentleman. But let’s face it. Who else would he be knockin’ boots with on this ship? You two have been drawing closer for weeks, and it must’ve been pretty damn good for both of your auras to still be looking like all that.” She waved her hand around my head.

I blushed and studied my hands, as if I could see what she was talking about. But even all the practice at magic I’d been doing hadn’t improved my nonexistent auric vision.

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