her skirt up along her legs. Expanse by silky expanse her long legs were revealed to him. She’d drawn her knees up and she parted her thighs, obviously eager for his touch. He stroked up one thigh and down the other, intentionally avoiding his target.
“Please.” She shifted restlessly murmuring as his lips drifted over her quivering breasts.
If he’d had more control he would have continued to tease her, but he needed her too badly to wait. He cupped her mound, disappointed to find it covered by some kind of undergarment. Undeterred by the barrier, he slipped his fingers beneath the stretchy fabric and traced her wet crease with the tip of his fingers.
Her soft, wet flesh surrounded his fingers and he groaned. She felt so damn good he could probably come just touching her. He parted her folds and slowly pushed two fingers into the very core of her willing body. She gasped then shivered, her inner muscles lightly clenching as the simple penetration pushed her precariously close to orgasm.
He needed to see her face, watch her eyes, as she surrendered to the pleasure he was about to give her. He pulled his fingers nearly out, then slid them deep again. Her lids dropped but her lips parted as she began to pant. In and out he slid, moving faster with each revolution until her hips rocked in counterpoint to his hand.
Her arms remained upraised long after he released her wrists. She was too lost in the pleasure to realize she was free. Her back arched and her hips rose, driving herself onto his thrusting fingers. He rotated his hand and found her clit with his thumb. She cried out with his first caress and came with the second.
Distinct spasms caressed his long fingers and she cried out sharply. Unable to resist the temptation, he lightly touched her mind, sharing in the pleasure that pulsed through her entire body. On and on the ripples went, encouraged by the circular motion of his thumb. He didn’t stop until she sprawled beside him limp and dazed.
He carefully withdrew his fingers and raised them to his mouth. Her taste was so intoxicating he couldn’t decide if he wanted to bury his face between her thighs or push his aching length into her soft, wet—
“Sorry to interrupt, sir, but you have a visitor.” ICA cut in.
Salvo growled out, “Not now.”
His mouth was halfway to Natalie’s when ICA insisted, “The Sarronti male claims that the interruption is due to an emergency, but he will only give the details to you.”
“Unbelievable.” He quickly righted her skirt and helped her sit so she could refasten her blouse. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air and he was still so hard that the pressure was painful. “Did he identify himself?” Snapping at a computer was rather pointless, but Salvo couldn’t keep the annoyance out of his tone. Sharing pleasure was not what he had planned for tonight, but this was so much worse.
“He would not give his name and lighting in the corridor is too dim for facial recognition.”
Salvo looked at Natalie with helpless frustration. The visitor was likely one of his contacts, but he had no way of knowing which one or the nature of the “emergency.” Seeing no help for it, he helped her to her feet with a whispered, “I am so sorry.”
She smoothed down her hair. “I’ll let you make it up to me once he’s gone.” Nodding toward the door leading back outside, she asked, “Do I need to stay out of sight while you talk to him?”
“I want to bond with you. I will never ask you to hide,” he said firmly. “I trust you, so my contacts will simply have to do the same.”
“Salvo, the visitor is rudely kicking the door,” ICA informed, sounding as impatient as the visitor. “He is also yelling quite loudly.”
Salvo motioned Natalie toward one of the chairs facing the matching sofa, then went and triggered the front door.
“What the hells, Salvo?” Caster, one of his most dependable spies, shouldered past him and stormed into the living room. As usual, Caster’s clothes looked as if they’d been slept in, and his hair was so dirty it looked more brown than green. His brow was more pronounced than the average Sarronti, and his chin was slightly elongated, ending in a distinct point. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” His bright yellow gaze landed on Natalie and stuck. “Who’s she?”
“No one you need to