Page 43 of Phoenix's Last Heist
“Then let me prove it to you,” he says, threading his fingers through my hair and tilting my lips up to his. He pauses a breath away—allowing me the space to back out.
Like hell I will.
“Kisses can be dishonest, Ranger,” I say, slowly sliding my hands up to his neck.
“Then I’ll just have to kiss you honestly,” he answers, and pulls my lips to his.
The gentleness of the kiss belies the tension vibrating through his body. His soft lips caress mine in a reverent way, as if one sudden move from either of us will shatter the fragility of the moment.
As if reading my thoughts, Orion whispers: “It’s not thevellia, Lyra.I want you. Stars save me, I want you so badly I can’t think straight. I won’t deny it anymore.”
I lick the seam of his lips, silently begging him to open to me—to stop saying the words my traitorous heart longs for. In one betraying instant, I fantasize about what it would be like to be with him, flitting around the galaxy with no worries and no responsibilities except to each other. We could trust each other. We couldloveeach other.
That’s not the life for you, Lyra,my mind argues.That’s not the life you deserve.
Desperate to banish those thoughts, I hungrily suck at Orion’s tongue until he groans and bucks against me. I’m determined to lose myself in this pleasure with him. Grabbing his shoulders, I jump up to wrap my legs around his waist, whimpering with pathetic need. He carries me out of the laboratory, never pausing to take his mouth from mine. When I roll my hips against his and feel the heat of his erection against my core, he utters a deep, dark curse that threatens to loose my already-tenuous control.
He growls against my lips as his hands grip my ass, and he grinds his hard cock against me.Fuck. Want. Need.My thoughts come in fragments in between waves of heady, instinctive lust.
We crash into the side of the corridor and I grunt in pain—fucking Fobos and his stupid plasma gun—and Orion mumbles an apology. Dimly, I realize he’s carrying me to my room. My room…where my bed is. I’m going to bed with Orion.
“This is a mistake,” I hear myself saying.Where did that come from?
He pauses to look at me, breathing heavily.
“Do you want me to stop? We can stop,” he replies, suddenly anxious. My heart lurches with the knowledge that if I say so, this will end. One word from me and he’ll put me down, right our clothes, and leave me standing alone in a corridor.
I shift, reveling in the feel of his hardness against the dampness pooling between my legs. He hisses and squeezes hiseyes shut, pressing me back against the wall and supporting us with one long, muscular arm.
“No,” I answer. “I don’t have it in me to stop. But now we both know.”
Satisfaction and something else—wariness, perhaps—dances across Orion’s handsome face. He peppers small kisses down the column of my neck and inhales deeply.
“If this truly is a mistake, I will pay for it a thousand times over.”
In response, I lean in to tug at his earlobe with my teeth.
“Then let’s make it worth the price,” I whisper.
The deep whimper he makes spurs my lust out of control. I want him inside me—need him to fill me and chase away the cloying loneliness that threatens to swallow me. If I hold on a little tighter, maybe this time, it will be real.
I fumble for the zipper on his pants, eager to feel his hot, hard flesh in my hands. When I wrap my fingers around him and gently squeeze, he sucks in a breath and pushes us back from the wall, mumbling against my ear.
“If you keep touching me like that, I fear this won’t last very long. I’m already—ah, stars—I’m too close and it’s been too long and I want you too much.” Orion reaches my room and drops me on the edge of my bed. He shucks the suit jacket with rough movements and, after a few failed attempts to unbutton the crisp, white shirt beneath, tugs the half-buttoned garment up over his head.
I stare hungrily at the flat ridges of his chest and abdomen, at the flickering spots and the trail of soft brown hair descending from his belly button. When he pushes his pants down his muscular thighs, I sigh dreamily. His erection springs forth and I note how different his body is from what I expected. While Orion looks mostly humanoid, his cock is unlike anything I’ve ever seen—three bumpy ridges line the shaft and flare out at thebase. The bumps are the same purple as his synesfores and pulse in time with the freckles all over his body.
“Youdohave synesfores all over your body,” I say. “I’ve been wondering. Dreaming about them, actually.”
“Oh, yeah?” He raises a brow and steps between my legs. I lean forward to slide my tongue over one on his chest, drinking in his helpless gasp.
“They’re sensitive,” he explains.
I want to lick every single one.
“I’ve never been with a Xylothian before,” I admit. “Will you show me what you like?”
His eyes close and he tilts his head back, letting out a stuttering sigh.
