Page 57 of Rogue Starfighter

I groaned.

“That does not appear to hurt you,” I said.

“It hurts that you’re still wearing clothes.”

“A problem I can solve.”

I opened the seal at the front of her flight suit. Cold air touched her skin. She shivered. I pushed my hands inside and covered her waist, her ribs, the warm weight of her breasts. Her nipples tightened against my palms.

“Vesh.”

I drew one into my mouth. She cried out and arched against me, both hands gripping my hair. I sucked harder, then used my teeth until the cry turned into a moan. The sound went straight to my cock.

“I thought about this all night,” I said against her breast. “In the sim bay. In the corridor. Every time you looked at me.”

“Less talking.”

“You usually demand more talking.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

She took my hand from her breast and guided it down her stomach, beneath the open flight suit.

“Me,” she said. “I want you touching me.”

My fingers reached the edge of her undergarment. I hooked the fabric aside. She was hot beneath it. Wet.

“Priya.”

“Yes.”

I slid one finger inside her. Her forehead dropped to mine. Her hips moved into my hand, demanding more. I gave it to her. A second finger. My thumb over the sensitive peak above them.

“Oh, God.”

“Still not a god.”

“Vesh, I swear⁠—”

I kissed the threat out of her mouth and stroked her again. The bond carried every wave of her pleasure back through me. Her muscles tightened around my fingers. She struggled to keep her breathing steady. The pressure alarm sounded. Priya went completely still.

Priya's breath fluttered against my lips. Her body became a language I had been trying to learn since the first moment she appeared on my training screen, and now every small movement told me more. The hitch in her breathing. The way her fingers tightened in my hair. The helpless roll of her hips when I found the pressure she needed. I wanted to memorize all of it, then spend the rest of my life proving I had learned it well.

The bond fed me the bright edge of her need, but it also carried something far more dangerous. Trust. She was offering herself to me without hesitation, despite every reason I had given her not to. The knowledge made my chest tighten. I wanted to take my time, to make her forget the cold, the damaged ship, and the enemy moon beneath us. Instead, alarms and war waited on the other side of every breath.

The alarm sounded again. Louder this time, as if it knew exactly how tempted I was to ignore the fucking thing

“No way.” she whimpered with her lips pressed to my skin. "Horrible timing."

“I will destroy this ship,” I said.

“Get in line.”

I removed my hand slowly. Her eyes closed as if the movement physically hurt.

“When we are safe,” I said, “I will finish this.” I pressed my mouth to the mark on her neck. The bond surged. “When I have you, I want hours. Warmth. Food. A bed. No pressure alarms.”