Royal Recruit - Susan Grant Page 0,58
tightly, inside and out. Clawing at his biceps, hard with the tension of his holding her in place, she dragged him down for a kiss. He couldn’t believe she wasn’t sore. God bless nanomeds.
He felt her orgasm begin before he had a chance to touch her and bring her there. Hard and fast, he plunged into her until she arched her back and cried out, a husky, soft sound.
“Jared,” he said harshly in her ear as she shivered in his arms. “Say my name.” He wanted her to know who made her feel this way. He wanted her to know whom she belonged to. Somehow it was important, deeply important, and it was becoming even more so as time passed.
He didn’t want her to see him as an interchangeable part. She could have married any one of a number of men, including Cavin, but Jared wanted her to believe that not one of them would have made her feel this good.
He exploded inside her, pleasure ripping through him, and she turned her head to pant against his jaw. “Jared,” she gasped for the first time. “Ah, Jared…”
Her hands clenched in his wet hair as she clung to him. Until now, she’d moaned, gasped and sighed as they’d made love. She’d uttered every sound but his name, stubbornly holding back from doing it, even when he’d asked nicely. Something had changed. He wasn’t sure what but he’d sure as hell try not to screw it up.
He remained inside her, kissing her, holding her, until they’d both settled down.
They sank into the warm pool, half floating, arms wrapped around each other. He sensed she needed this part as much as she’d needed the sex. He’d learned something else about his goddess. She chose physical contact over talking. In that respect, she was more of a guy than any woman he’d ever met. The craziest mix of helpless femininity and kick-ass brutality. Predictability wasn’t in the equation.
“I liked our good-morning,” he said, nuzzling her.
“I liked it too. And now I’m hungry.” She took his hand and led him out of the pool.
They slipped into robes. A buffet was set up with a variety of food and fruit. Her longing gaze went to the door, where the eunuchs had exited. She picked up a plate, pouting. “Will I ever be able to be served when dining with you?”
“Of course. That wasn’t my issue this morning.” He whispered in her ear, “Privacy was.”
She smiled and shrugged. “As you wish.”
“Though I see you had no problem being naked in front of them.”
“They are eunuchs. Besides, I’m not ashamed of my body.”
“And you have no reason to be…but would you have been as comfortable with the eunuchs watching as we made love?”
“They wouldn’t have watched.”
“Keira.” He sighed. She was so very sheltered, he realized. How many here were taking advantage of that naïveté?
He needed her strong because he needed the Coalition strong, because it was how he’d keep Earth safe. Mind-blowing sex aside, that was the reason he was here. He couldn’t lose sight of that. “I doubt they would let you know they watched, but they would have. Everyone in this palace sees and hears more than you think they do, because their queen has her head stuck in the sand.”
She put down a serving spoon with a bang. “I told Tibor what you said about the security threat to the palace. He said there is nothing wrong!”
“Does he know what happened the day I arrived? Why I crash-landed?” He followed her to the table.
She sat and stabbed at her breakfast. He watched as she mangled a piece of bright yellow fruit. Shoving a piece in her mouth, she chewed angrily. “There was a malfunction on the transport that brought you here. Your men were killed, as was the crew. It was a terrible, tragic accident.”
“That’s what they’d like you to believe. The crew said we were under attack. We were attacked because I was onboard. Keira, someone feels very strongly about keeping the goddess-queen of Sakka unmarried. My near death on the transport proves it.”
Keira went pale. “How dare you make such an irresponsible accusation? First you insult the security of this palace. Now you say one of our transports was attacked while carrying a very important passenger? You insult me, Terran.” She threw down her napkin.
He covered her hand with his, holding tight.
Her brow lifted. “Is that to soothe me or to keep me from escaping?”
“Both,” he admitted. He used a low and private