With her hand extended, the ambience was becoming awkward until he slipped it off her fingers.
“What is it?”
“Here.”She unlatched the clasp then wrapped it around his wrist.Against his bronze skin, the gold shimmered.“It’s a bracelet.I don’t know if you can wear it with your uniform, but I made it for you anyway.”
He stroked it, his touch reverent.“It is magnificent.Your skill is breathtaking.”
She swallowed a scoff and let his compliment bathe her with joy.To him, she was a jeweler.“I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
He studied her, his gaze caressing her face.Again, ‘beautiful’ reached her across the narrow space between them.He offered her a flute of champagne then shook his wrist, the bracelet catching the light.
She sipped and smacked her lips at what tasted like expensive champagne.“How did you know what food to pack?”
“O.D.I.”He grinned.“This does smell intriguing.”He waved a sandwich before handing it to her.“I trust I have chosen well?”
“You have.”She didn’t have the heart to tell him that he could’ve picked anything as a meal.There wasn’t just one way to prepare a picnic.
He bit into the sandwich and hummed.“This is good.”
She gathered two strawberries, one in her palm, the other between her fingers.The rehydrator was amazing, capturing the texture, the tiny seeds, the tart aroma.She held it to her nose then took a bite.A groan slipped free.The last time she’d had a real, honest-to-goodness, Ganymede-grown strawberry was the night of her debutante party.So long ago when she was a different and naive Wren.
“Better than a fulfillment?”he asked, his focus on her mouth, his breathing harsh.
“Fulfillment?Do you mean orgasm?”She held the other strawberry for him to taste.
His lips brushed her fingers when he obeyed her.While he chewed, his attention remained fixed on her.
“Well?”She arched a brow.
“It is not better than your mouth on my malehood.”
Heat exploded across her cheeks at his unexpected words.“Yes…I suppose you’re right.”
He took her flute, sipped from it, then set it aside.Then he crawled to her, forcing her to sprawl beneath him.“Maker, Wren, I do adore your mouth.”His gaze flicked to her eyes.“I adore everything about you.”
She swallowed hard.“Same,” she managed as he swooped in for a kiss.
He plucked at her lips with his, then conquered her with his tongue.Despite the residual orgasmic tremors still thrumming her sex, she ached for him.She wrapped her arms around his neck and met him in battle.If he could feel a bit of what he invoked in her, she’d be happy.
Justkisses.Andtouches.Cylo willed his thoughts to focus on the now and not on what he dreamed of doing.It would take no effort on his part to peel off these pants, to tear off her garment, and thrust into her—the scent of her fulfillment snagged his attention over and over until he couldn’t recall the taste of the tickling beverage or the pink fruit.
He pinned her to the blankets, intent on kissing her until he could no more or until sleep swept them away.Tomorrow, she would no longer be his alone.Her lips were as soft as hahyt petals, the tiny creases around her mouth mesmerizing.He traced one with his fingertip.Maker, what was this he was experiencing, this overwhelming warmth, need to protect her, and to cherish everything about her?
She smiled, and his heart skipped its beat.He tried not to frown at his irrational reaction to her.
“What’s the matter?”she asked.
“I do not want to lose you,” he said, the inevitable hitting him like a battle-bond’s punch to the gut.
“Well, we’re friends, right?”Her cheeks brightened.“More than that.”
“Indeed.”He shifted to ease his painful arousal.
“When we get to Issneen, you’re not leaving me there, are you?”Her eyes widened.
“No,” he said, conviction tightening his throat.“I shall remain at your side until your Eth claims you.”
“Or you find your Dar Eth,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.
