Chapter 21
The excitement over Kyele and Joni’s news spread. Jaron escorted Sasha back for a change of clothes and waited while she dressed. He’d elected to take her to his living area, though she hadn’t seemed to notice. Jaron debated giving her another room and decided against it. They had the space available, except he wanted her with him. He wasn’t sure how long he had to convince Sasha they belonged together, which made him resistant to being parted from her for any length of time.
“Your Unit seems very nice.”
Jaron looked up from his seat at the bottom of his bed. Sasha exited the cleansing room, a drying cloth wrapped around her body. He stood as she walked toward the folded stack of clothes next to him. The white fabric clung to her, creating dips and revealing mouth watering curves.
As soon as she was within reach, he looped his arms about her waist. “They are good soldiers and better friends.”
Jaron knew everything about each of the members on the three teams that comprised their Unit.
“That must be nice.”
He frowned, unsure what he sensed in her tone yet not liking it. He sought to read her expression, but she kept her head ducked down. “It is.”
“I should get dressed.”
While she made the statement, she made no effort to move. Jaron slid his arms up her covered back then down again. The mood shifted, the sensual pulse of awareness flickering to life between them. No Dr. Kirkem, no drugs, no desperate race to escape.
Just them.
Together.
Jaron nudged her chin up with his knuckles. Green eyes peered back, her lips plump and alluring in their fullness. “What’s going on in your head, kitten?”
Her tongue peeked out and vanished in the next breath. Her thick lashes fluttered as she stared into his eyes. “After I speak with your Unit Leader, I’ll need to move on.”
Hiding his flinch was a trial. His thumb swept across her bottom lip pressing on the middle dip until her mouth parted on a gasp. “Or you could stay a little while.”
Surprise and pleasure flashed in her gaze. “Do you think that wise?”
Yes. Both of them were drawn into the web connecting them and more time would tighten the bond. Jaron wanted Sasha. Wanted to see what could be.
“Are you always so cautious?” He countered.
A spark lit in her beautiful eyes and her mouth curved up. Jaron slid his thumb forward and Sasha closed her lips and sucked. Shivers rolled down his spine, his gut clenched and the image morphed into how good she’d look sucking another part of him.
She released his thumb with a plop and dropped the drying cloth, baring her body. “Not always cautious.”
Passion ignited and Jaron lifted her, spinning to place her on his bed. The white linen contrasted with the rich brown of her skin, every inch smooth and lickable. He crawled on the bed, caging her body beneath his.
“Jaron.” She sighed his name and extended her arms to rest on his shoulders.
He was glad he’d removed his ruined shirt earlier. The only barrier between them his dirty uniform pants. Sasha’s hands glided down his chest, pausing at the thin trail of hair at his torso.
When she reached his belt, he widened his knees and brushed her hands aside to make quick work of it. Her hands delved into the open flap and Jaron groaned at the warmth of her grip. She stroked several times and his hips pumped into her tightly closed fist. The need for more had him pulling away on a rough snarl.
Sasha laughed, her smile and eyes shining up at him. Jaron rose from the bed and yanked off his pants and boots. She stretched out, arms above her head. “Hurry, Jaron. I can’t wait.”
His cock throbbed. Jaron took a deep breath then joined her. Instead of climbing over her, he knelt at the apex of her thighs. Her folds glistened with signs of her arousal.
He smelled her rich cream and fought the need to bury his face in her treasure and devour her one slow lick at a time. Legs splayed, thighs quivering, Sasha was a sight to behold. Jaron settled at the warm juncture, rubbing his cheek against the inside of her right knee. “Have I told you how much I want you?”
If he could have said love without scaring her, he would have. Nothing else could describe this all-encompassing emotion swelling in his chest
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There was no hiding the desire which blazed from Jaron’s blue eyes. Sasha ran her hands through his blond hair, the texture soft and sliding through her fingers. Fear should have compelled her to leave this bed. Leave this man who pulled at every part of her heart, mind and soul. But she couldn’t. Sasha was caught in a design of her own making.
She wanted this with Jaron. She wanted to hoard each kiss, each touch and each moment.
“Sasha?”
Attuned to her nuances, he now stared at her from between her legs. Pushing back thoughts of the future, Sasha smiled, rocking her hips up. “What are you waiting for, Jutak?”
His gaze smoldered. Sasha didn’t look away, her core clenching in anticipation. Jaron lowered his head slowly. She held his stare, flesh pebbling until his lids closed and the first touch of his mouth on her body.
Wet, hot passion exploded. Sasha cried out, arching to his lips. Her fingers locked on his hair as she moved and writhed about the sheets.
“Jaron, Jaron.”
His tongue darted from one side to the next, licking fast then slow and repeated the motions. Her butt cheeks flexed as she shifted her knees wider, wanting him deep. Jaron gripped her thighs, holding her still for his torment.
Sensations bubbled in her mid-section, colliding with the boiling need to come.
“More,” she panted. She just needed a little more to tip over the precipice.
Blunt fingers probed her entrance. One followed by another as Jaron caressing the channel milking his knuckles. Sasha growled and snarled, her head thrust back on the pillow. Screams built and rose at the back of her throat.
Jaron leaned up, temporarily pausing his assault. “The sounds you make drive me crazy.
Dazed and on the border of release, Sasha tipped her head down. Every muscle in her body trembled. “Why’d you stop?”
Was that her voice slurred and ragged?
“I want to be deep inside of you when you go off. I want to listen to you purr as you climax.”
Sasha’s legs twitched in response. Jaron grinned and eased his rugged form over her. He planted his hands by her head and aligned their hips. The thick crest of his shaft probed then pierced her outer folds. Bit by bit, he rocked and stretched. Sasha licked her lips concentrating on the full feeling once he seated himself groin to groin.
Strain visibly evident on his face, Jaron said, “Prepare yourself, kitten.”
But there was no preparation for this. Jaron tore through her defenses, his body a rippling tide of muscle and sweat as he thrust in and out. Pleasure wasn’t the only thing to seep through her pores. Low rumbles vibrated from her chest as Sasha purred.
“Yes, damn you. Give me all of it. Purr for me kitten, purr only for me.”
He emphasized each demand with a solid pump, their hips smacking together and it was exactly what she needed. Sasha detonated like a missile launched. She screamed his name, her claws dragging at the sheets and climaxed.
Jaron grunted above her, moving faster now that she’d found her release. He froze then exhaled harshly and crashed back on top of her. The wet of his climax trickling between their thighs.
The air around them grew still, panted breaths breaking the silence. She glanced down at the sheets now in shreds. Minutes ticked by as Sasha worked to gather the remains of her sanity. To no purpose. She was destroyed.