Seven Days - A Space Romance by Jill Myles Read Free Book Online

ears, and so she placed a hand on his ass and squeezed. “I thought we came in here for the bathtub?”
    “We did,” he agreed. “I didn’t realize you were in such a hurry to get wet and naked with me.”
    His easy grin made a blush rise to her cheeks, and she laid a hand on his pectoral, swiping at a bit of leftover powder. The ship showers were a necessity, but the grit was almost impossible to get completely rid of, most times. “You’re already naked.”
    Kaden’s hand moved to her ass, cupping it and digging his fingers into the flesh. “And you’re not.” His eyes grew hooded as he looked down at her, and he leaned in and nipped at her lower lip again. “Something we should fix.”
    Her fingers went to the fastening at the collar of her bodysuit and she pulled it free. She ran a finger down the seal that functioned as a zipper and it parted beneath her fingers, the fabric gaping and exposing her bra underneath. She did find herself wishing that she’d brought something sexy to wear, so the gaze of appreciation he was giving her would be worthwhile.
    Not that she minded the look he was giving her, of course. That hot, devouring look that told her he was imagining all the different ways to fuck her—she didn’t mind that in the slightest. Zoey shrugged out of the sleeves of the jumpsuit and let it fall to her waist, her torso covered by nothing but her bra. When his arms went around her and moved to the clasp in the back of the garment, she put her arms around his neck and leaned in, reaching for his mouth, feeling vulnerable.
    The look Kaden gave her was openly appreciative, his large hand quickly undoing the clasp of her bra and then smoothing along her back, stroking her skin. She inhaled sharply at the sensation, her forehead pressing to his, needing to be in his space, to be completely enveloped by him.
    He tilted his mouth forward, just enough to brush his tongue over her lips, and she gasped at the fleeting, slick caress, wanting more.
    “Take this off,” he murmured, and tugged at one of the straps over her shoulders. “I want to see your breasts.”
    Zoey did as he’d requested, shrugging off the garment and letting it slip to the ground. She shimmied out of her panties next, kicking the clothes aside. His mouth moved to hers in another light, caressing kiss. Kaden’s hand moved to her breast, brushing his knuckles over her nipple.
    “Shall we get in the water?” she asked, playfully biting at his lip.
    He grinned at her. “You sure do love that water.”
    “I do,” she said with a grin, her hand sliding between them to brush over his sac, and then moving to grasp the thick length of his cock. “I like the thought of this all wet and sliding against my skin.”
    His eyes became slits of desire. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, sliding out of her arms and moving quickly to the side of the tub. He slid one strong, tanned leg in—and she noticed a long scar bisecting his calf. Kaden hissed in pleasure at the sensation of the warm water and then sank in up to his chin, his eyes closing with bliss.
    She laughed at the sight. “You like?”
    His eyes still closed, Kaden grinned. “I haven’t been in one of these since Mars I when I nearly lost my leg. This kind of thing’s a luxury for us meatheads.”
    “Oh? Well, since I’m the ranking science officer on this ship, I suppose that I’m allowed to give you the order of a bath a day, soldier.”
    “Yes ma’am,” he said in a low, sensual voice. “But only if you join me.”
    “I think that can be managed.” Zoey slid in after him, on the opposite side of the narrow tub. It was no more than three feet square, deep enough that she could soak, up to her neck, if she chose. It was intended as more muscle therapy and immersion, and nothing like her small apartment back home, with her sunken marble tub overlooking her tiny garden.
    The thought of her apartment and the home she’d never see again made her breath catch