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against her again, it was against naked, feminine flesh, slick with the fat drops of lubricant that seeped from his dick.
    Not wasting any time, Waryd bit the nape of her neck. She jerked against him, inflaming him even more and her hot musky scent hit his nostrils with a crash, overriding his already shaky control.
    “I…can’t…” he ground out.
    He didn’t even know what exactly he was trying to say. Can’t resist? Can’t wait? He moved a finger between the creases of her buttocks, then used his hand to force her legs apart. Meyal tried to accede but her movements stopped well short of satisfaction.
    Those damned pants!
    With a curse, Waryd crouched, dragging Meyal’s inconvenient trousers with him. She stepped out of each leg obligingly and he flung the garment away without hesitation. His gaze settled on the dark triangle at her groin. If he nuzzled her there, breathed in her intimate scent….
    He knelt, cupping her buttocks in his hands, pushing her forward against his face. Her fingers tangled in his hair in an effort to find balance, and his tongue darted forward.
    She was so wet! He curled his tongue and captured some of her cream, savouring its marine tang. Above him, Meyal’s voice became rough with lust.
    “Oh god,” she moaned. Her fingers tightened, pulling at his hair, but he didn’t mind. He used a hand to stroke her engorged clitoris, then his tongue returned to flick at the small nub of tender flesh while he inserted two fingers into her cunt. Her legs trembled as she spread them, spasming against the digits that explored her passage. He quickened his assault.
    Meyal came in sudden convulsions, jerking against him with powerful thrusts. He didn’t wait for them to subside. In one smooth movement, he rose, carrying her with him and impaling her upon his impatient cock while she still trembled. She was so slippery, so ready, that he drove himself into her with minimal resistance.
    Waryd threw back his head and closed his eyes. One thrust into the sweet heat that was Meyal Lit and he felt as if he was home. He even managed another thrust before the abstinence of the past seven months overcame him. With ragged shouts, he emptied himself into Meyal, clutching at the firm cheeks of her bottom with tense fingers, driving himself again and again into her luscious heat with guttural cries, while he dripped sweat on her overheated skin and thought he was in heaven.
    “Oh. My,” she murmured.
    At her words, Waryd came back to reality with a thump. He looked into her face, blinked, and managed a sheepish smile.
    “I’m really sorry about that,” he apologised, cringing inside. She probably thought he was the crassest kind of oaf, the kind who took another woman without the slightest bit of consideration for her. “It’s just…you know, seven months….”
    She giggled then, startling him. “That’s not what I meant,” she said.
    He lowered her gently to the floor and was inordinately proud of himself when she had to clutch at him to steady herself. Coming to a decision, he scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bathrooms.
    “What did you mean?” he asked.
    “I meant that that was some of the hottest quick sex I’d ever had.”
    Really? She
liked
it? The tension bled away from Waryd, as his mind filled with scene after scene of erotic fantasy. He hadn’t counted on anything like this happening when he was first assigned to Falcin V. His plans had been cold, clear-cut. But now….
    He put Meyal down in one of the shower cubicles and turned on the jets, coming up behind her and spooning himself against her back as the steam-filled water hit their sated bodies.
    The night was still young, he thought to himself. And he was full of ideas.

Chapter Four
    Meyal woke to the blare of an alarm. She blinked as her brain tried to comprehend the words blasting out through the room’s speakers.
    “Illegal entry, Hatch Two. Illegal entry, Hatch Two.”
    Shit! What was going on? She reached out a