Raptor's Desire (A Planet Desire novelette) Read Online Free Page A

between her legs, nudging her swollen slit. With the memory of her recent orgasms humming in her mind and body, she had to fight hard not to tilt her hips. Oh, how she wanted for him to slide right in…
    Being pulled between a wet “dream” and reality was too damn confusing. She took a deep breath and pushed away from the wall.
    Khalim kissed the top of her shoulder but stepped away.
    With his body calling all her sensually deprived hormones, she knew she needed space. And time to sort out her jumbled thoughts, free from the distraction of his aroused body.
    The man needed clothes.
    She pressed the button to stop the water, and the door to the stall slid open. “I’d like for us both to get dressed. I need to check my navigation system to see where we are. Then I’ll fix us something to eat.”
    She didn’t wait for his response and stepped out. The silent vacuum tucked around the doorway of the stall sucked the excess water from her body. Stepping farther into her cabin, she opened the cabinet above her bed and pulled out a reclamation suit.
    “We don’t need clothing.” Khalim’s breath stirred the hair resting on her shoulder.
    She hadn’t realized he stood so close and shivered. “I’m cold,” she lied.
    “Then we’ll tell life support to increase the temperature. There will be no lies between us.”
    Her hands clenched around the black fabric of her R-suit. “How does clothing constitute a lie?”
    He gripped her waist and turned her. She let the suit fall to her bunk. Her breasts brushed his chest and pebbled instantly.
    His gaze dropped to where their flesh met for a moment, and then rose again. “Your body doesn’t lie about what pleases you.”
    She lifted her chin. “And how do you know I’m not simply chilled?”
    His hand stroked between her legs, and then he lifted his fingers and glided them across her lips. Without a word, he proved his point. She inhaled the fragrance of her arousal.
    How she wished she could reach for her weapons in the cabinet behind her feet. A tap from her electro-stun would wipe the smirk from his lips.
    “Besides,” he said, his voice a low purr that only heightened her awareness of the bunk pressed behind her knees, “you wouldn’t have anything large enough for me to wear.”
    “I have clothing for you.” Desperate to erect barriers between them, she continued, “There’s a suit my last…partner left aboard the ship.”
    “Partner?” His expression grew alert. “Did he share this bed with you?”
    “No, it’s too small.” Too late she noticed the narrowing of his gaze. He’d noted her choice of words.
    “Then you shared the bed at the end of the corridor?”
    She ignored his question. “You’ve been snooping around my ship?”
    “Of course. I also found the weapons in the drawer behind you.”
    She jerked.
    “They aren’t there anymore.”
    No clothes. No weapons. How the hell was she going to get out of this fix? “I need to head back to the bridge.” She shoved at his chest and slid past him.
    “What happened to your partner?”
    “None of your damn business.” Had she not been acutely aware of her nakedness, she would have stomped all the way back to the bridge. For now, she’d do nothing to incite his anger or lust. If he expected her to be as easy a conquest as she had been in her dreams, he’d be disappointed.
    He stayed one step behind her. “But it is my business—if he expects you to contact him.”
    “He won’t.”
    Khalim’s hand closed around her arm, bringing her to a halt.
    She pulled from his grasp and he let her go. “He won’t contact me.”
    “Tell me why.” His expression was implacable, but his narrowed eyes hinted at deeper emotion.
    Sighing, she hid her hurt and blurted, “We parted company six months ago.”
    “Was this by mutual agreement?”
    Her cheeks burned. “No.”
    “He has no reason to return?”
    “He took our entire client list with him. There’s nothing of value left here.”
    Khalim