He could smell the arousal coming from her satiny skin. One word from him and her body was eager for his. Instead, she ran away.
Damned impossible woman.
* * * * *
Sable pushed her hair out of her face, and crawled on her hands and knees back into the maintenance shaft of the hyperdrive. She was eternally grateful that the repairs were almost done. The shaft was not designed for occupation, so the space lacked environmental controls, making it hot and uncomfortable. Only the upper half of her torso fit in the small space, leaving her hips bent at an odd angle.
She briefly wondered how much headway Derek was making on the shields. She trusted him to work on her ship, which spoke volumes about how much she respected and believed in him. A control freak, she preferred to see to everything herself so she knew a task was done to her satisfaction. She wasn’t worried about that with Derek. He never did anything in half measure. Sable was relieved he’d been with her today. Without him, things could have been much worse. In fact, she might even be dead.
Derek was right. Those ships had been lying in wait for her. They’d disabled her hyperdrive, crippling her, but in the end had left her alive. Perhaps they’d meant only to delay her? But why? No one knew she was tracking down Agent Leroy besides IAB and that database was so secure not even the President of the Interstellar Security Council had access to it.
So who could have known where she would drop out of lightspeed when she hadn’t even known herself until she’d punched the coordinates? It didn’t make sense. Why not kill her and get rid of the threat she presented all together?
Yes! Derek’s triumphant voice filled her mind. I fixed the shields. How are you doing down there?
“Almost done,” she muttered as she reattached the ground.
Need a hand?
“No, thanks. You’re familiar with the layout of these ships. The maintenance shaft is tiny. I’m ass-up in here as it is and cramped as hell.”
Okay, baby.
The voice in her mind fell silent and strangely she felt lonely without it. She was getting far too used to having him around and the realization pissed her off to no end. Her foolish heart was determined to be crushed into dust.
She finished and slowly started backing out of the maintenance shaft.
“Look what I found,” came Derek’s voice in a hot puff of breath against her inner thigh just before his tongue delved into her pussy.
Startled, Sable jumped, banging her head. “Oww, damn it! What the hell are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he growled softly. Parting her folds with gentle fingers, he continued to lick her with sinuous laps, stroking across her clit until it swelled and peeped out. “You said you were ass-up. I had to come and see for myself.”
He plunged his hot tongue deep inside her cunt and groaned, keeping her hips still when she tried to move. “And what do I find? You, bent at the waist, waving a prized piece of heaven at me.” He tongued her clit with rapid flicks. “How could I resist a little taste?”
Sable’s entire body had begun to burn with the first swipe of his wicked tongue. Now she was on fire. “Derek…” she moaned, throwing her hips back at him, needed more than his teasing torment.
His answering chuckle was filled with masculine satisfaction as he buried his mouth between her thighs with flattering enthusiasm. A moment before she’d been grumpy and frustrated. Now she was achingly, breathlessly aroused, her cunt creamy with lust and softening in eager anticipation of another wondrous orgasm. Derek lapped up her desire with deep licks and then dipped inside her, fucking her with the slow, steady plunges he knew she adored.
Sable dropped her head onto her crossed arms, tilting her hips upward to give him greater access to her drenched cleft. The man was unbelievably talented with his tongue, knowing just where to lick and when to slip deep. He lifted her higher, holding her hips aloft with effortless vampire strength. Openmouthed, he surrounded her clit and stroked it slowly with his tongue, back and forth in a wet glide, making sexy little groaning noises.
I missed this too, the taste of you.
She felt the smooth edges of his fangs against her labia and knew he was fully erect. The thought of his cock and the way it felt inside her made her whimper and drench his mouth. And still his tongue worked its magic, drifting back and forth across her exposed clit. Out and in. He was so skilled and he already knew her so well. Her short nails clawed futilely at the smooth metal beneath her.
“Derek…please…”
She screamed when she came, her voice echoing in the small confines of the maintenance shaft.
There was no time to catch her breath before Derek pulled back and then plunged his pulsing erection inside her, stretching her impossibly tight in her bent over position. He stroked his cock quickly, riding out her orgasm, making it last as long as possible.
I love being inside you.
“Yes…”
I love it when you scream and come for me. Do it again.
“Derek,” she gasped, her entire body quaking with the force of his thrusts. He lowered her knees to the floor and pumped deeper, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against her clit with every downward stroke. “You’re going to kill me.”