Page 66 of Rogue Starfighter

“Wroxxon.”

“That’s what I said.”

My mouth twitched. Priya squeezed my hand. “I love you, too.”

For one second, I could not breathe.

She studied my face. “You look surprised.”

“I am not.”

“Liar.”

“I hoped.”

“That’s not the same as knowing.”

“No.”

She moved closer to me, hip to hip. Her thigh pressed to mine. “I think I started falling for you when you were still the man in the game. Which is embarrassing, considering I chose your hair color and adjusted your ass.”

“You also adjusted my height.” A fact I would not soon forget. She'd made the simulated version of me several inches taller. "I am already much taller than you."

“I had options and it was fun to build my dream man from scratch.”

“Does the real version meet your requirements?”

Her gaze moved down my body slowly and she grinned. “Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“There’s one part I haven’t inspected yet.”

My cock hardened. “That can be corrected. We are stranded here for several hours.”

“Now you want to get me naked?” She sounded shocked.

"Do you wish to wait until we return to base?"

"Hell, no." She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. "Kiss me."

I caught the back of her neck and did as she asked. There was no urgency this time. No enemy weapons firing at us. No damaged core counting down. Only Priya opening beneath my mouth and pulling me closer. I kissed her until her hands were inside my flight suit and my control was gone. Then I lowered her on top of the blankets, careful of her injuries.

"Hurry up." She tugged at my flight suit.

“Your ribs,” I reminded her.

“Don't care if it hurts.” She lifted her hips off the floor in silent demand.

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Priya

He kept his word. We had heat. We had food, technically. And according to Vesh, we had hours of alone time. I planned to take advantage of every second of it. He lowered me onto the bedding beside the heat cell and knelt between my knees. The orange coils lit one side of his face and left the other in shadow.

Vesh opened my flight suit slowly. No hesitation. No rush. He pushed the material over my shoulders and down my arms, stopping to kiss every new patch of skin. My throat. Collarbone. The top of each breast. His mouth was warm. His teeth were not gentle. I approved of both.

“You said you wanted to learn every sound I make,” I reminded him.