Burnout: the mystery of Space Shuttle STS-281 by Stephanie Osborn Read Free Book Online

in to Sydney, and that ran me late to begin with. Then I had to meet two blokes from the A.C.T. for dinner, there was this near fender bender in Chinatown--"
    "Fender bender?! Are you all right?" She took him by the arms, surveying him for more personal damage.
    "I'm fine, love," Anders soothed her, "and, well, it all just ran longer than I thought it would. Forgive me?"
    Cayleigh smiled then, her lovely brow smoothing. "Of course. Don't I always?"
    Anders grinned sheepishly. "You do."
    Cayleigh took his hand, leading him deeper into the apartment. "Come on. It's getting late, and you have to make your flight tomorrow."
    Anders followed her back to the bedroom.
    * * * *
    "You know," Cayleigh mused some little bit later, as they lay, snuggled close in the huge platform bed clad in red silk linens, "I think it's your turn."
    "My turn?" Anders looked at his longtime lover, puzzled.
    "Yeah. Lie back and close your eyes and relax. I'm taking over."
    Anders' eyebrows rose in characteristic curiosity, then he lay back against the satin clad pillows. "All right."
    Cayleigh leaned over him and kissed him. Anders sighed his pleasure. Then her lips left his mouth, trailing over his firm chin, down his throat, teasing the stubble there. He tilted his head back, letting her nuzzle his Adam's apple, and sighed again as her lips wended their way further down, traversing his collarbone. She deposited kisses across his chest, outlining his strong pectorals. Suddenly she seized one of his nipples between her teeth, nipping gently, and he almost shot upward into a sitting position at the exquisite, delicious pain. "Ahh!" he exclaimed. "That… Cayleigh…" With some reluctance, he allowed her to push him back into the feather pillows.
    He gazed up at her hungrily with dilated blue eyes, causing Cayleigh to wonder in delight at seeing him so willingly vulnerable. "Do it again… please, love."
    Cayleigh leaned over his torso, lovingly savaging his nipples as he groaned with pleasure. After awhile, she eased her way lower, watching his sensitive, smooth skin ripple at the butterfly touch of her lips against his firm, flat belly. He began to pant in anticipation.
    "Now, Cayleigh."
    "No. Not yet. You have to wait," she teased him with a smile. "I'll get there… eventually." She chuckled with mischief at his frustrated moan. But instead of giving him the instant gratification he desired, she stoked the fires of his passion, kissing all around his groin area without ever contacting his genitals, even spreading his legs to give herself room to deposit kisses all along the sensitive inner thighs.
    By the time her lips wrapped around his manhood he was in agony. Mike gasped, his body arching, his shaft filling her mouth. He felt her tongue on him, rasping delicately against the tender tissue, its tip following his contours, running around the rim of the head before she applied delicious suction. She released him, her breath warm against his saliva-wet skin, and his body instinctively thrust upward, seeking to be imprisoned again in the warm wetness of her mouth.
    "Cayleigh… take… me…" he whispered the plea.
    With that, she was astride him, and he was thrusting deep into her loins, arching again. She rocked her hips, and he gasped his ecstasy. He felt the heat beginning in his shaft, and he began to pant again. "Hur… ry…" A flurry of thrusts was his response. He heard her groan, a low, sweet sound, as her body contracted around him.
    Anders was lost.
    "Cayleigh!" The cry seemed to come from the depths of his being, wrenched from him and yet effortless, as his body reached a new level of sensation. His hands fastened on her hipbones, locking her against himself, nearly immovable, as he deliberately surrendered himself within her.
    "Ahh… ahh… oh, dear God…" he panted fervently, "Cayleigh… don't stop…"
    "Ca… can't stop," Cayleigh gasped, writhing on top of him. "Mike… oh, Mike…"
    She flung her arms around him, pressing as close as