Allegiance of Honor (Psy-Changeling #15) - Nalini Singh Page 0,146

shaking, she squeezed her legs around him. “If you can love that deeply, that passionately, why not humans and Psy?”

“A hundred years of hatred and distrust and arrogance.”

Sahara waved a hand. “A small thing.”

And though they were discussing the possible and catastrophic end of the Psy race, Kaleb felt his lips curve. “Of course. You believe the heart will conquer all.”

She pushed at his shoulders. “I’m going to have the last laugh, Kaleb Krychek, just you wait.” After which, she kissed him, the wrong thing to do if she wanted to condition him to change his opinion.

But Sahara didn’t think that way. Neither did he. Not when he was with her.

“Let’s shower,” she said against his lips. “We’re sticky from the exercise, and I’ve got to start plotting how to get humans and Psy to look at one another not as enemies, but as potential lovers.”

Whatever their disagreements on racial politics, being naked with Sahara was one of Kaleb’s favorite things. He loved sliding his hands over her skin, loved having her mind linked to his while he caressed her in different ways until he knew exactly what gave her the greatest pleasure. Of course, she did the same to him.

Kaleb didn’t mind. He was hers to do with as she wished.

Tonight he pressed his hands to the tile above her head as she laughed and stole kisses and continued to argue with him as the water pounded down on his back. He met her arguments with his own even as he pressed more heavily into her, his rigid erection shoving impatiently against her abdomen. Shivering, she rubbed against him, and when she kissed him this time, her smile sank into him, her hand stroking up to curve over his nape.

He loved the way she held him, so possessive and demanding.

Kaleb. She closed her fingers over his stone-hard penis.

His body jerked but it wasn’t in rejection. He was simply never ready for the jolt of pleasure that was Sahara’s touch. When am I going to be used to you?

Maybe if we cause a few more earthquakes.

I think the seismologists are confused enough as it is. He could control his violent telekinetic power during sex, but only by punching it deep into the earth. It had certain repercussions.

Nibbling at his jaw, Sahara said, Want to stop?

Never. Kaleb moved one hand down to fondle her breast, cupping the warm silken roundness, then running the pad of his thumb over the hard nub of her nipple. Moaning in the back of her throat, Sahara released him, nuzzled her way down his neck. “I need you.”

Lifting her with his hands under her thighs, he slid his erection through her delicate folds before pushing deep into her. She was so tight around him, but they fit; they fit perfectly. Gasping at his entry, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs already wrapped around his hips. “I love how you feel inside me.”

Kaleb shuddered at her words, undone.

He rocked slowly into her, and when she tugged down his head and demanded a kiss, he opened his mouth over hers and they danced in love. Slow and gentle, skin sliding against skin and breaths mingling as the water ran down his back.

The earthquake was inevitable.

As was their solemn conversation after the shower, when they lay tangled in bed. All jokes aside, the PsyNet was in serious trouble. It wasn’t critical, not yet, so they had a little breathing room, but that room wouldn’t last forever. “You’re never going to be at risk,” he told Sahara. “If need be, I can haul the clean sections of the Net together, create a small but functional network.”

Sahara rose up beside him on her elbow, her eyes troubled. “You made a promise.”

One hand curving around her throat, he said, “I’ll keep it. I’ll fight to save the PsyNet and the Psy race.” For her, he’d save instead of kill. And for her, he’d build instead of destroy. “But I won’t flounder in a doomed network, and never will I leave you in danger.”

Not even you, he telepathed, can force me to watch you die when I can stop it. He’d been made helpless to save her once. Never again.

Furious emotion filled her eyes. “I would never do that,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I would never hurt you that way.”

He realized he’d made her angry rather than desolate. “Then walk with me into this,” he demanded. “Tell me you won’t fight me if I ever make the call. Tell