Break Out - By Nina Croft Page 0,20
to deal with a vampire who’s just given you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life and now wants to drink your blood.
A hysterical giggle rose up as she imagined the colonel’s response. But at the thought of the colonel, a possible way out managed to dredge itself free from the primordial sludge her brain had been reduced to. It wasn’t a perfect plan and might break her cover, but it was a risk she had to take. Opening her internal comm link, she sent out a quick message and prayed they’d respond before she started that begging.
Rico raised his head. His gaze met hers, his eyes glowing as he drew back like a coiled snake preparing to strike.
Holy Meridian. She’d run out of time. Do something.
Gathering her strength, she pushed against him. He was inhumanly strong but she managed to wriggle a hand between them and shoved him hard. He rolled off her onto his back, and she twisted quickly so she lay on top of him.
He growled low in his throat. “What—?”
“Just returning the favor. “She ran her hand over his lean belly, flicked open the button on his pants and lowered the zip. Moving quickly, she pushed her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around the length of him. He was huge and hard, velvet and steel, and despite the imminent danger, a familiar pulse started between her thighs.
He wasn’t fighting now. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing shallow. She slid off him to kneel at his side, still grasping him in her tight fist. He lifted his hips, and she pushed down his pants. Bending over him, she blew gently on the swollen tip of his shaft just as the whole ship leapt sideways.
The force flung Skylar from the bed. Rico landed on top of her in a tangle of limbs. For a moment, they lay there, then Rico twisted free and pressed the comm link on his wrist.
“Daisy, what the fuck is going on?”
Tannis answered. “Put your dick back in your pants and get up here. Now.”
He frowned. “Are you watching us?”
“Not through choice—believe me—but we need you up here. We’ve got company.”
He sighed and got to his feet. Skylar still lay sprawled on the floor, and he reached down, picked her up, and dropped her on the center of the bed.
“I’ll be back.” And with that prophetic declaration, he jerked his pants up and left.
Skylar stared at the closed door. What the hell had just nearly happened?
She got to her feet and swayed, reaching out to balance herself.
Her body felt strange. It had been a long time. A very long time. Even so, how had she let things go so far, so fast? She shook her head and reached for her jumpsuit. Yanking it on, she jerked the fastener up to her neck then pulled on her boots. She picked up the weapons belt—she couldn’t believe she had let him strip her of her weapons. Her clothes perhaps, but her gun?
She strapped it back on and felt immediately better.
Her eyes settled on the glass on the table. She picked it up and sniffed, wishing she could blame the drink, knowing she couldn’t. The whiskey was well and truly gone from her system now, and all she could think was she’d been an idiot, like some sex-starved vampire groupie. She slammed the glass back down.
No more cozy little drinking sessions with the vampire. She needed to make sure she kept her distance from now on. She wasn’t sure what he would pick up from tasting her blood, but she couldn’t risk letting her guard down again. However good it had felt. Her future depended on it.
She pressed her palm to the lock, and to her surprise, the door slid open. Al was leaning against the wall outside, obviously waiting for her.
“The captain said I was to take you to the bridge once you’d got some clothes on.”
Skylar’s eyes narrowed on the small figure. “How did you know I didn’t have any clothes on?”
She remembered Rico’s comment on the comm unit about watching him. She’d sort of blanked it out at the time. Holy fucking Meridian.
“Tell me you didn’t all—” She trailed off as Al nodded his head solemnly.
“It wasn’t the captain’s fault. She needed to get hold of Rico fast and….” He shrugged one narrow shoulder.
“Tell me you didn’t see.”
“It came up on the monitors,” Al replied. “But I closed my eyes. Tight.”
“Shit.” For a moment, her lashes fluttered closed, but things weren’t going to