Page 56 of In a Dangerous Orbit
“Go lower.”
Her pulse jumped. She let her hands drift over her flat belly. It was lightly ridged with muscle, and she wondered if he’d find her body attractive when he finally saw her fully naked. She was strong, toned, and carried a lot of muscle. She wasn’t delicate or curvy like any of the society women she’d seen him with before.
“By the Creator, you’re a picture.” He took a step closer but was still just a silhouette in the steam. “Go lower, Xenia.”
She’d touched herself before, but never in front of someone. Now she didn’t even hesitate. She let her hand drift through the dark-red curls between her thighs.
He groaned. “Touch your clit.”
She did, rolling the tiny, engorged nub between her fingers. Electric heat spiraled through her, making her legs weak. This felt so…naughty.
“Slide a finger inside.” A hoarse whisper.
She obeyed, touching herself for him.
“I bet you’re so damp and hot. Keep working your clit, baby.” He was close enough now she could just make out his features.
Blood rushed through her, desire coiling between her legs.
“Soon, I’m going to put my mouth there. Suck on your clit and make you come. Then I’ll stroke my throbbing cock through your slick folds?—”
Xenia came with a cry. She leaned against the tiles, her chest heaving, and her legs like water.
“So fucking beautiful.” He pressed a palm to the shrouded glass. “Come find me when you’re done.” Then he disappeared into the mist.
She stood there, the water pounding over her. Warning bells were ringing somewhere in her head.
This was Axton, the Prime. She was a CenSec. This could only end one way.
But damn, she wanted him. And she had rarely taken anything for herself.
She was going to have him. Now.
CHAPTER FIVE
His hands were shaking.
Axton stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. All he could think of was the image of Xenia coming in the shower and the painful throb of his cock. It rose to full attention, rising up to his stomach.
He’d wanted to step into that shower stall with her, but she deserved more than a hard fuck against the wall. And if he’d touched her slick skin then, still warm from her climax, that’s all he would have given her.
He rubbed at his wet skin and caught one of his burns. “Shit.” He was dry enough. He hitched the towel around his hips and picked up the medscope.
After turning on the slim metal wand, he ran it over his arms, legs, face, and chest. The blue light bathed his skin, and he watched the burns heal over until there was just smooth skin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach the burns on his back.
“Let me help.”
His head shot up, and in the mirror, he saw Xenia’s reflection. She leaned against the door frame clad only in oneof his button-down, white shirts, her hair spilling over her shoulders.
His shirt hit her mid-thigh, leaving a long expanse of toned legs bare. She hadn’t done the buttons all the way to the top and he could see a triangle of bronze skin and the hint of cleavage.
Behind his towel, his cock jumped. If he didn’t have her soon, he was going to combust.
She sauntered forward and took the medscope from his hand. As she studied his back, her face softened. One finger stroked the skin between his shoulder blades. “You got this protecting me. Idiot.”
There was no fire in her words. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m the CenSec, it’s my job to do the protecting.”
