Hanna and the Hitman - Honey Phillips Page 0,31

a turn for the worse. Every sound from the bedroom caused her to go and check on him.

“We could, perhaps, share,” he said slowly.

“You said not to get too close to you.” She stared at him.

He muttered something under his breath. Did he say it was too late? Before she could question him, he shrugged.

“I seem to be feeling better. I can control myself now.”

“Maybe,” she said noncommittally. He might be able to control himself, but she wasn’t sure that she could. Even now, she found herself battling the desire to climb into his lap, throw her arms around him, and explore his strange, tempting mouth.

He hesitated as if he was about to say something else, but in the end, he just shook his head and entered the bedroom.

When she checked on him a short time later, his face was to the wall, his body tense. She could tell that he wasn’t asleep, but even though she waited to see if he would roll over and talk to her, he didn’t acknowledge her presence. Her heart sinking, she returned to the main cabin and tried to bury herself in learning a new language. It was slow going, and trying to make the connection between the words in her head and the words on the page made her head ache, but she made enough progress to be confident that she would eventually be able to read.

She put down the tablet and rubbed her aching head, debating taking a shower, when a strangled groan came from the bedroom. She rushed to the door to find Aidon flinging himself from one side of the bed to the other. It was still too early to give him a dose of sothiti. She couldn’t stand to see him like this. Remembering their earlier encounter, she took a deep breath, then slipped his shirt over her head and climbed in next to him. He reached for her immediately, but all he did was bury his head in her neck, clinging to her with his big arms. His body softened into a more natural sleep just as the ship’s lights dimmed. It looked as though she would be spending the night in his bed after all.

The night passed surprisingly peacefully. Aidon grew restless several times, but each time she was able to calm him again. She relaxed enough that she too got some much-needed sleep. She was so sound asleep that she didn’t immediately realize that she wasn’t dreaming the mouth between her thighs. She startled awake from a deliciously erotic dream to find that it wasn’t a dream at all. Aidon was once again lapping eagerly at her damp folds, but she still felt as if she was taking advantage of him.

“You don’t need to do that,” she said gently. “Just let me hold you.”

At first, he resisted her urging, but then he let her pull him up her body, dragging all that warm velvety skin over her sensitive flesh. Despite her protests, her excitement started to build again. He kissed his way up her stomach, lingering for a long time on her breasts before he found her mouth. A distant part of her mind tried to insist that they should stop, but she was too lost in his kiss. Her passion seemed to spur him on, and she could feel the heated length of his cock rubbing against her clit.

“Need,” he groaned and flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was kneeling in front of him. Confused by the sudden change, she looked back over her shoulder. He knelt behind her, his black eyes focused between her legs, his gaze so hungry that her breath caught. He fisted his massive cock in one big hand, and she could see golden drops shining on the swollen head.

“Need mate,” he grunted, his voice so guttural she could barely understand him.

He needed to have sex with her? Remembering how much it seemed to ease him to come, she didn’t want to deny him. And—she wanted him just as much.

“Yes—” The word barely left her mouth before he plunged into her in one long, hard stroke.

Oh my God. Tears sprang to her eyes as her body tried to cope with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched to the limit. He filled her so completely that she could feel every one of those ridged, twisting veins against her tender flesh. Her breath came in rapid pants as she tried to adjust—and then he moved, and