The Lasaran (Aldebarian Alliance #1) - Dianne Duvall Page 0,121

to a whisper. “I know what you’re thinking and no. No way. We can’t do this.”

“Oh, but we can.” Dipping his head, he captured her lips in a deep, devouring kiss that expressed all of the pent-up desire that left him hard and aching. He slid his arms around her, lifted her onto her toes, and drew her up against him. Despite the wealth of unoccupied time on their hands, he had not made love to her since the battle. With four big warriors living on the transport with them, the only private space they had was the bedroom. And until now, Abby either slept between them, napped on the bed alone, or needed his or Lisa’s supervision, forestalling amorous activity.

Lisa kissed him back, tunneling her fingers through his hair and rubbing her breasts against his chest for one precious minute before she drew back. “Abby needs us.”

“You said yourself that Ari’k is good with her,” he countered, slipping his hands down to grip her lovely ass and crush her against him. Drek, he wanted her. “He and the others can handle caring for one small infant for a while.”

She moaned, rising onto her toes again and arching into the hardened length his clothing constrained. “They’ll hear us.”

Probably. “Sodu and Kuxa are making noise with their repairs.”

“Not enough to drown us out!”

He kissed a path down her neck, slipped one hand up to palm her breast. “We can be quiet.”

She trembled. “Not that quiet,” she whispered as he drew his thumb across one sensitive peak. She lifted a shapely leg and locked it around him.

Taelon thrust his hips forward, driving his hard cock against her center. “They’re Yona,” he reminded her as pleasure shot through him with every rock of his hips. “They don’t feel emotion.” She clutched him tighter. “They don’t feel desire.” He nipped her neck. “Won’t feel embarrassed even if they do hear us.”

She nodded, breath coming faster. “Okay. Just don’t be loud and hurry before Abby needs to be fed.”

Triumphant, Taelon flew into action, yanking off her clothes and doffing his own. They tumbled onto the bed, bare flesh against bare flesh. He moaned. “I’ve missed this so much.”

“Shh,” she hissed on a laugh. “It’s only been a week.”

“Far too long,” he insisted. He kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbone, and between her breasts. He wanted desperately to palm those large mounds and take a taut pink peak into his mouth, tease it with his tongue, nip it, suck it. But he had learned early on that such tended to bring forth her milk, something that embarrassed her when they were intimate.

So he bypassed the beauties and continued down until he could drag his tongue over her clit. She started to moan but quickly cut it off, biting her lip instead while she buried her fingers in his hair and pressed him closer. He loved watching her as he stoked her desire, teasing her with licks and flicks and undulations. Taunting her with his teeth. Sucking and stroking. Loved the way she tossed her head against the pillow. Loved the way she arched up against him. Even loved the way she fought to contain her moans and gasps of pleasure.

He inserted a long finger into her warm, wet sheath, then added another, curling them up and stroking her the way he knew she liked.

Her muscles tensed as her movements grew more intense. Then she threw her head back and cried out as she climaxed, the tight walls of her core flexing around his fingers and nearly undoing him.

Before Lisa could recover and realize she’d cried out loud enough for the others to hear, he rose above her, positioned his cock at her entrance, and plunged inside.

She sucked in a breath, then lowered her hands to his ass. “You feel so good,” she said, half whisper, half moan.

“So do you, dashura.” He claimed her lips once more, driving his tongue inside and stroking hers with the same rhythm he drove his cock inside her. Drek, he’d missed this. She was so beautiful. Made his body burn. Made him crave more and more until he knew he would never get enough of her.

She arched into him, matching him thrust for thrust. Her small hands tightened on his ass, squeezing and urging him on as she broke the kiss. “Harder,” she gasped. “Faster.”

He happily obliged, pounding into her.

“Yes,” she hissed. “More. I need you so much.”

Every word, every stifled moan, every stroke of her hand fired