Collateral Damage by K.S. Augustin Read Free Book Online

contradicted. “Content to do nothing more than have chat-sex with a stranger.” His smile widened when he saw her blush again. “Playing it safe. Happy to sit in your office and rack up the credits while the object of your passion spends night after night in unbelievable frustration.”
    He lifted an eyebrow when he saw her look of incredulity. “Oh yes,” he breathed. “However much you’re willing to admit you want me, I want you more. But here’s the problem.
    “Do you know what I saw, back on my orbital?” he asked, rising to his feet, and walking to the counter. He turned and crossed his arms, leaning back against the prefab ledge. “I must have been mistaken, or hallucinating, because the woman who battered her way into my station doesn’t appear to be the same one I’m looking at now.”
    She frowned. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
    “I recall a very brave woman. Someone who would have told that sly arsehole of an ex-boyfriend exactly where to get off. She was attractive, you know, ready to
do
something.” He measured his next words. “I liked that about her.”
    Meyal’s eyes narrowed as she stared at him. “When you say she was ‘ready to do something’, ready to do what?”
    “Oh, I don’t know.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Grab what she wanted. Give in to her desires.”
    “I
have
given in to my desires,” she argued hotly. “We’ve both been doing that for the past month and a half. Or,” she added, “hadn’t you noticed?”
    “Sex via hologram is one thing, sweet Meyal. Sex via touch and smell is something else again.”
    “You’re making it appear as if I’m some kind of virgin.” Her voice was high with disbelief. “Well, I’m not. I can reach out and take whatever I damn well please, whenever I damn well want to.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
    She stared at him. “Really.”
    “Then prove it.” He crooked one finger and beckoned to her. “Come over here. And kiss me. For real.”
    “I…” she faltered, then swallowed. “Of course I could. If I wanted to.”
    He laughed softly. “You don’t want to?”
    “I, of course I do. I just….”
    He said nothing, but opened his arms, a gesture that was as much a challenge as an invitation.
    “Men,” she muttered, after a long pause, and stalked over to where he stood. Grabbing his face in her hands, she planted a feverish kiss on his lips.
    “Oh no,” he murmured, when she moved to step back, “we’ve only just started, I think.”
    He watched her face and saw the emotions dart across her expressive features – surprise, a touch of fear, then a kind of breathlessness. When she snaked her arms around his neck, Waryd couldn’t hold himself back for a moment longer. He tightened his embrace and felt her skin, smooth, cool and still a little damp, against his. How had he thought he could have gone twelve months without touching someone? Touching Meyal?
    Waryd bent his head and tasted her lips, plucking at each with gentle teeth. She moaned at his tease and pulled his head closer so their mouths and tongues met. Her taut breasts pressed against his body, soft and inviting, in contrast to the hard nubs at their centres. Not able to resist, Waryd stroked upwards, under the hem of Meyal’s short tunic. His hands rode the curve of her back, then he held her while one hand moved to the front, rubbing her erect nipple with his palm before pinching it hard. She gasped against his mouth and his cock kicked hard in response. With a groan, he rubbed against her, pushing his groin against the swell of her abdomen.
    He knew he should wait. Carry her to her quarters. Undress her slowly.
    He couldn’t.
    The only thought, only desire in his head, was to rip the clothes from the lithe body beneath his hands and plant his cock deep inside her.
    With a low growl, he skimmed both hands down, pushing against her pants until they bunched at her thighs, then doing the same to his own. When he rubbed his cock