Page 82 of Rogue Starfighter

“Need help taking off the rest?” I asked.

Vesh pulled me between his knees and opened my uniform with his good hand. His mouth followed, kissing the skin he uncovered. He took his time. When my breasts were bare, he closed his lips over one nipple and cupped the other with his hand. I gripped his shoulders.

“Careful,” he said against me.

“You’re the injured one.”

“Your ribs are still bruised.”

“Not enough to stop.”

“You said that before.”

“It was true then, too.”

He bit my nipple gently. My knees weakened as Vesh dragged me onto his lap. I straddled his hips and moaned as the hard length of him pressed between my legs. I rocked against him once. Twice. His good hand closed around my hip and locked me in place.

I kissed him. His mouth took mine while his hand pushed beneath my uniform and between my thighs. One thick finger slid inside me. I moaned into the kiss.

“Already wet,” he said.

“I’ve been watching you argue with doctors for two days.”

“That aroused you?”

“No. The medical gown did. Open in the back. Very flattering.”

He chuckled as he added a second finger and curled them. I forgot all about his very nice ass. Vesh knew my body now. The bond fed him every response, but he didn’t rely on it. He watched my face. Listened to my breathing. Learned what made my hips move and repeated it until I was clutching his shoulders and begging.

He slowed just enough to make me feel every deliberate motion, then changed the pressure again when my breath caught. The man was infuriatingly good at this. Better still, he looked wrecked by the effect he had on me. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth tight with concentration, and the warmth coming through the bond told me he was holding himself back only because he wanted this to last.

“Please,” I whispered, no longer sure what I was asking for. More. Harder. Closer. All of it. I cupped his jaw and kissed him until his breath mixed with mine. The bond turned the kiss into something bigger than skin and heat. It carried my gratitude that he was alive, my anger that he had scared me, and the fragile relief I had been trying not to name. He felt every piece of it and answered by pulling me tighter against him.

“Come for me,” he said.

I did. The orgasm moved through the bond and came back to me amplified by his need. I shuddered on his lap, forehead against his, while his fingers stayed inside me through every pulse.

I stood and stripped the rest of my clothes away. Then I opened his uniform. Vesh’s cock sprang free, thick and hard against his stomach.

“Still just mostly?” he asked.

“I may revise the rating.” I wrapped my hand around him and stroked. His jaw tightened.

“Priya.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up and get on. Now.” The blunt command went straight through me. I straddled his lap and positioned him at my opening.

“What about your arm?” I asked.

“It's fine.”

“We banned that word, remember?”

“Functional.”

“Better.”