hands through my wet hair, I think of the way Grantian ripped a piece of his shirt off just so I could use the fabric as a tissue. I caught a glimpse of his perfectly carved abs as he did it, and they were a maddening sight. Just a hint of his naked skin is enough for me to go ballistic, apparently. Can anyone blame me, though? He’s kind, handsome, and seems willing to fight the entire galaxy just to keep me safe. What’s not to like?
Besides, Varia has already confirmed that the Kilgari are dual-wielding sword fighters under the belt. That’s a terrible metaphor to use, I’m aware, but I don’t think I need to elaborate on it. I wonder how it would feel to be with someone like that. Judging by Varia’s blissful expression whenever I come across her in the morning, I’d say it must feel pretty damn great.
Before I even know what the hell I’m doing, my right hand wanders down my stomach toward the scorching heat between my legs. I bite on the corner of my bottom lip as I hesitantly reach for my clit and then lean back against the wall as I press down on it, a column of fire rising up my spine.
With Grantian’s image burning in my mind’s eye, I start moving my fingers in smooth circles, stroking myself. I’ve never been the kind of girl who’s consumed by lustful thoughts every waking hour of the day but, after meeting Grantian, it’s as if every single nerve ending I have has become a slave to desire.
Breathing in deeply, I imagine how amazing it would be to peel his clothes off his heavily muscled body. The little glance I caught of him was enough to drive me crazy, and I wonder what other miracles of genetics he keeps hidden under all of his clothes. Every muscle in his body seems to have been designed with savage functionality as the goal, and it’s hard not to think about him applying all of that functionality to my own body. He could pick me up from the floor with those massive arms of his, and there’d be nothing I could do about it.
Sure, he’s always been caring and kind toward me, but I’m pretty sure if things got real between the two of us, I’d get to see a different side of him. A side that sees no boundaries or limitations, that pushes him to take whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
Right now, there’s nothing I’d like more than for Grantian to do just that. I want him to take me, to do whatever the hell he wants with me. I want to surrender to his embrace, to break through his shell and get to know that savage side of his.
This is crazy, I think, but my fingers never stop moving. If anything, they start going even faster than before, every fiber of my being relishing that sweet madness. It feels so damn liberating. Ever since I woke up in the Frontier’s dark cargo hold my mind has been assaulted by anxiety nonstop, and only now am I finding some relief.
Exhaling sharply, I push my inner thighs together as pleasure shoots up my spine. My eyes roll as my whole body tenses up, and pleasure washes over me like a tsunami. Breathing hard, I remain under the running water as my thoughts explode like firecrackers, leaving only a deep certainty inside my mind. I want Grantian, and I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.
“I must be losing it,” I mutter under my breath, but a smile remains etched on my lips all the same. I’ve finally found something aboard this ship capable of taking my mind off the shitstorm my life has become. It was about time too. I just have to be careful. No matter the rosy scenarios my mind has come up with, I have to remember I’m dealing with a real person here. The fact that he’s been kind to me doesn’t mean he feels the same attraction I do. Sighing, I promise myself I won’t get too carried away, but I immediately know that’s going to be a hard one to keep.
Feeling like a brand-new person, I try to steer my mind toward something other than Grantian’s chiseled pecs as I step out of the shower. Varia has a lot on her plate right now, and I figure I can help out by checking in with the other girls.