Lib Novel Page 32
His pants were undone, his cock free.
Oh.
He was stroking himself roughly.
She flushed and damp heat built between her thighs. He was touching himself. Stroking his cock. She knew she should walk away, but she couldn’t.
She was frozen.
But her body was far too hot to be frozen.
She hungrily drank him in and licked her lips. His cock was long, thick, and ruddy. He groaned, his hand moving faster.
She pressed her thighs together and her nipples beaded. His muscles were so tense, strained, and she saw a grimace cross his face.
He muttered a curse, his hips thrusting forward. “Yes. Carys.”
She saw fluid hit the ground as he jerked his cock. Her mind went blank.
He’d said her name.
He finished coming with a low groan, and she quickly turned. She moved silently back to their bed. With every step, her thighs rubbed together, and she felt close to coming, herself.
She dropped back onto the sacks, and pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks.
He’d said her name as he’d found his release.
He’d touched himself while thinking of her.
Sten wanted her.
Emotions crashed through her.
Thorsten Carahan, the man she loved, wanted her.
Nerves coiled in her belly. He was a man. He was older, more experienced. She felt a slash of jealousy. She’d never seen him with a woman, but she hated anyone he might have touched.
She heard him returning and quickly lay back down, pretending to be asleep.
He flicked off the lantern, plunging them into darkness. Then he dropped onto the sacks.
“Sten?” she murmured.
“Sorry for waking you.” He lay down. “We’ve only been asleep a few hours. Go back to sleep.”
“I’m cold.”
Instantly, he moved closer.
As she pressed into him, she bit her lip.
They were in a terrible situation. They had no idea what planet they were on, and they were being hunted by the Gek’Dragar.
Sten had vowed to get her home, but she was realistic enough to know that they might not make it.
Did she have the courage to ask for what she wanted from him?
For what she’d only dreamed about?