Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,19
moaned his name.
Maxon had vague recollections of sex with Silva. She’d always been worried about how she looked, wanted it over fast, and had never made a noise.
Bellamy writhed beneath him, her husky cries leaving no doubt as to how she felt.
Maxon moved his mouth down her belly and traced the elegant tattoos with his tongue.
“You like my ink?” she panted.
He nodded against her skin. “You’re gorgeous.”
Her chest hitched.
Pausing, he looked up at her face. “No one’s told you that before?”
She shook her head. “Sexy, fuckable,” she swallowed. “Not gorgeous.”
“Earth men must be idiots,” he said.
She smiled. “Something tells me that you think most people are idiots.”
“I’m usually right.”
He stroked between her legs, over the seam of her trousers. Her hips lifted and she let out a husky groan.
“You want to touch me there?” she asked silkily.
“Yes.”
Together, they got her trousers open, and he yanked them down her legs. He felt a twinge in his cuts but he ignored it.
Then Bellamy was naked. His cock throbbed, heat like a blow torch inside him. So drakking pretty. He stroked her folds—so soft, so wet.
She moaned. “Just like that.”
He explored her, moving up to the swollen little nub that made her writhe.
“My clit,” she panted. “It’s a bundle of nerves—”
She broke off into a moan as he rolled it between his fingers. He wanted to stay there, but he moved his fingers lower.
“There,” she moaned. “Slide a finger inside me.”
Demanding little thing. Hearing her sexy words drove Maxon out of his mind. He carefully slid a finger inside her slick warmth.
“Another one,” she demanded.
He obeyed. Drak, she was tight. Her green eyes were luminous as she watched him.
“Do you want more?” she asked.
“I want to pleasure you,” he said.
“Then taste me.”
He frowned. He’d already kissed her—
She parted her legs wider, lifted her hips. Oh. Need hit him like a hammer. Drak, yes.
With a growl, he shifted and lowered his head and put his mouth on her.
Her husky cry hit him in the gut. Maxon dragged in the sweet, musky taste of her. With another growl, he lapped, then thrust his tongue inside her.
She went wild beneath him. She was like this because of him. Because of what he was doing to her.
He moved back to her clit. Her hands yanked on his hair.
“Yes. More, Maxon. Please.”
He worked that small nub, his hand stroking up her body, splayed over her taut belly to hold her still.
A second later, her body stiffened, then she shuddered. “Yes! Yes! Maxon.”
He watched pleasure flow through her, her cries the best thing he’d ever heard.
Chapter Eight
Bellamy couldn’t remember feeling this good in a really, really, really long time.
Maxon had magic hands and a magic tongue. Right now, he leaned over her—eyes like melted gold, face filled with intense hunger.
There was a noise in the corridor outside and Bellamy muttered a curse.
Quickly, he flicked a blanket over her naked body.
A worker appeared at the workshop door.
“Leave,” Maxon boomed.
At his voice, the woman’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
“Now!” he roared.
The woman scuttled away, and Bellamy slapped a hand over her eyes and burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” he grumbled.
She looked up at him. “If that poor woman had been a few minutes earlier, she would’ve gotten a real eyeful.”
His lips twitched.
“You smiled,” she said.
“Did not.” He rose.
Her gaze drifted down his impressive body before settling on his even more impressive erection, straining the front of his trousers.
“Since we’re here, we may as well work,” he said.
“I have a better idea,” she drawled.
He hesitated, his gaze on her face. “No.”
“What?” She sat up. Despite her orgasm, she wasn’t done with him. “Why? We both want it.”
“You’ve had a rough night. You were attacked, and someone tried to kill you.”
“I’ve had a rough few months.” Hell, a rough life. “You know what would go a long way to making me feel better? An orgasm.”
“I gave you one already.”
“Another orgasm,” she persisted.
Maxon pulled her up to stand and the blanket fell away. She was gratified to see him look at her body, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He grabbed her clothes and started slipping them back on.
“Man, I’m standing here naked, and you’re treating me like a kid.”
He fastened her shirt and pulled her up on her toes. He pressed a hard, demanding kiss to her mouth. She moaned against his delicious mouth, tasting herself on his lips. So damn sexy.
“I do not think of you as a child.”
Bellamy made a sound, trying to get her brain firing.
“Come on.” He