Chapter 8

Drake spent hours standing around outside of Jamie's apartment, his fists clenched into tight balls for most of that time. He'd seen Cargraves head up the walk and knock. Then the door had opened and his cock had grown so hard in an instant, he thought he might pass out from loss of blood to his brain.

Jamie had stood there like some kind of beautiful sea spirit, garbed in flowing white that showed off her pale skin and luscious curves. His mouth had watered, wanting to lick every inch of that skin.

Instead, Cargraves had gone inside and the door had shut behind him. And for the past four hours Drake had stood here, his anger so bright he was surprised he wasn't lighting up the neighborhood.

He knew exactly what method Jamie had chosen to steal the security badge. Seduction. And with a body like hers, it would be such an easy task. Cargraves was inside, enjoying the delights of Jamie's flesh, and he stood out here, wishing like hell for a chance to trade places with the lucky son of a bitch.

When Cargraves had finally left, Drake had to restrain himself with every ounce of his will not to go after the bastard and beat him to a bloody pulp. He forced himself to remain still, to focus on his breathing, to calm the fuck down.

He only lasted for about a minute after Cargraves was out of sight. Then he was jogging up the walk and knocking on Jamie's door before he realized it.

The door opened and Jamie stood there, a look of innocence on her face. "Oh," she said after a second, "it's you."

Drake took in the sight of her in white silk and his erection throbbed. He was close enough to smell her and had to control himself before he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom where he would bury himself deep inside her until he was sated.

"Well, come in I guess," she said, making room for him to walk inside.

He moved down the hallway, taking a moment to get control of his emotions. "Mission accomplished?" he asked when they'd reached the living room.

"Yes," she said, pulling her transparent robe tight around her. It did nothing to disguise her charms.

Drake stared down at her, barely able to keep from reaching out to touch her. "I'd say so. There's no way you could have failed in that outfit."

Jamie's eyes widened, but then a sad smile crossed her features. "You'd be surprised."

What’s this? Could she mean...?

"I doubt it. I don't know any man that would be able to keep his hands off of you, dressed like that."

Jamie shook her head and bent down to retrieve something from the low table in front of the sofa. Her positioning gave him the opportunity to peer beneath the silk to see the swells of her perfect breasts. His heartbeat increased until he was sure she'd be able to hear it.

He had to concentrate hard when she straightened, holding up the security badge. "Got it."

He held out his hand and she placed the badge in it. He inspected the badge, noting Lance Cargrave’s handsome mug on the front. Seeing a physical reminder of the man who had just let her moment ago, who had likely had his hands all over that delectable body, made his anger and frustration flare.

Drake was pleased that the first part of his plan had gone so well, but he couldn't banish the thoughts of her with her fiancé. He tucked the card into his pocket, trying to get rid of the scowl he feared was on his face. He wasn’t sure if he accomplished that goal.

"I knew it," he said, hearing the slightly cruel tone in his voice but being powerless to change it. "I bet seduction comes easily to you."

Her smile was frosty. "Ordinarily I'd agree with you."
"But not now?" He wondered what she meant. "I'm sure he took one look at you and melted." Drake was surprised he wasn't a puddle himself at the moment.

"Look," she said, swallowing nervously, "let's forget the tawdry details. I've got the card. And Lance said the team would be off sight tomorrow, so we can make our move then."

Drake could barely pay attention to her words, could barely hear them over the sound of his blood pulsing in his ears. "But the tawdry details are the best part."

Jamie frowned, her eyes turning cold, but he couldn't stop the words from coming as jealousy rode him hard. "What's wrong? Disappointed that Lance succumbed so easily to your charms?"

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, turning her back on him. "I told you I have the card and that we can use it tomorrow. Now, if you're done being a pig, you can see yourself out."

Instead of doing as she suggested, Drake drew closer. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he bent to whisper in her ear. "What's the matter? Did your spaceman not satisfy you?"

He knew he shouldn't be saying these things, knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't help himself.

Jamie whirled around, dislodging his grip on her. "What do you want? Why are you harping on me? I did what you wanted!"

"But what if I wanted something else? Something you had no problem doing to get that card."

Jamie recoiled, and Drake instantly regretted his words.

"I'm sorry, that was out of line." He took a step back, hanging his head. "Just the sight of you, dressed like that, it drives me a little crazy."

He was startled to hear her laugh. "Actually, it's good to know I still have that effect on at least one man."

Drake caught her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Jamie shrugged. "You said you wanted something else. Whatever. You'll have to go kill a fake spider in my bathroom now."

"What? I don't follow you." His expression tightened with confusion.

Jamie burst into a fit of giggles, and the prettiness of it set his brain buzzing. "I tried real hard to get Lance to succumb to my 'charms,' as you said, but he seems to be immune. So I finally had to resort to lying about a spider so I could swipe the card."

Drake couldn't believe his ears. "So your fiancé wouldn't sleep with you? Is that what you're saying?"

"Well, it sounds unflattering when you say it like that."

"He's got to be out of his fucking mind," he breathed, sincerely confused. "But, you guys are engaged. Haven't you...?"

Jamie shook her head. "He's never pushed it, so neither have I. Until tonight, which was, I'm ashamed to admit, a spectacular failure."

"Great Noruma's ghost," Drake breathed. She had to be lying.

"Great who’s what?"

"Never mind," he said, drawing close again. "You're telling me that you set out to seduce your fiancé and failed?"

His mind working at the speed of light, Drake had the realization that perhaps Dr. Lance Cargraves wasn't all that he seemed. There was no way an unattached heterosexual male would walk away from Jamie. So either Cargraves wasn't unattached, he wasn't heterosexual, or he wasn't male.

"You don't have to rub it in," Jamie said, her voice small.

Drake looked into her face and noticed that insecurity had taken up residence there. "No," he said softly, putting a hand to her face to bring her gaze to his. "I can tell you right now that your fiancé is fucking crazy if he took one look at you and didn't fall down on his knees and beg for one embrace."

"Thanks," she said, her voice now almost a whisper.

"I mean it," he said. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You don't know how hard it's been, following you around and having to keep my distance, when all I wanted to do was touch your skin to see if it is as soft as it looks."

Jamie gave him a tiny smile, and his chest filled with joy. It was a heady feeling, being this close to her, close enough to smell her enticing scent, to see the color change in her lovely eyes.

"Just because Cargraves can't see what he has in front of him doesn't mean the rest of us are blind."

She blinked up at him, her eyes large and sparkling like twin gems. Drake's gaze moved to her lips and he suddenly couldn't stop thinking about how they must taste. Before he could stop himself, he was bending close to rub his lips against hers.

For the millionth time, he cursed the Hareema suit around him. It limited him from feeling things as he should, like he was touching the world through a thin layer of membrane. But there was no way that layer was going to stop him from kissing her. Not now that he had the chance.

Jamie didn't pull away, so he deepened the kiss, pulling her into his arms. He increased the pressure on her lips until they opened, allowing his tongue entry. She gave a sigh and he realized she was enjoying it as much as he was. The thought brought a thrill to him more powerful than anything he'd felt before.

She pulled away at last to gulp at the air and Drake immediately missed the contact. He realized then that he couldn't leave her here thinking that she was in any way undesirable. Her fiancé had left her unsatisfied, but there was no way in hell he would do the same.

Placing both hands on her face, he bent in close to whisper against her mouth. "You're the loveliest thing I've ever seen, and I would give anything to taste you again."

"Anything?" she whispered back.

He nodded, his eyes drowning in hers.

"Then do it," she murmured against his lips.

He grabbed her head and once again, claimed her mouth. This time their tongues moved in a more passionate motion.

Without thinking, he picked her up and carried her to the couch. He pushed the coffee table back and set her down, getting on his knees between her legs. He looked at her for just a moment before he grabbed her face in both of his hands and brought her mouth back to his. He kissed her until she was breathless, and knowing she could not hold her breath for minutes at a time like Zantharians could, he would stop and allow her to catch her breath. But during that short time that she caught her breath, he found himself only wanting her more.

She moaned against his mouth, her legs wrapped around his back, her hands reflexively gripped his shoulders.

He lifted a strap of her silk nighty with one finger and slid it over her shoulder. He repeated this with the other side, exposing her breasts.

“Exquisite,” he said. He thought her breasts were perfect and her pink nipples were already hard. The sight made his cock twitch.

He grabbed both of her breasts and held them as he used his thumbs to play with her nipples.

She let out a breath she had been holding and then a small moan.

He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth. He gently bit it with his teeth and moved to the other and did the same.

Drake leaned back, slid her silk nighty up, exposing her thighs and then began to rub her clit through her panties. He watched her lean her head back and push her chest forward as she moved with him.

He rubbed her in a circular motionwith his thumb and slid a finger inside of her. She let out a moan. One that was needy and desperate for release. He pulled his finger out of her and slid it into his mouth, through the suit only the faintest taste got through, but it was enough for him to know that she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

“You taste amazing,” he said and she bit her lip. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

He leaned down and put his mouth on her panties. He licked at the fabric separating his mouth from her clit. He licked her a few more times before she started begging him.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please, what?” he asked her, teasing her once more with his mouth.

“Move them. My panties, move them over.” She was panting and he knew he was succeeding at teasing her.

Drawing the lace, to the side, he revealed her perfect pussy. He put his face to her clit and began licking it. She moved her body in the same motion as him, and arched her back as he slid a finger inside of her.

He moved his finger in and out, wiggling it against her sweet spot as he continued to lick her clit. He moved his tongue first in circles, and then in a circular motion.

He wanted nothing more than to make her orgasm. He had to see her in the throes of passion. It was the only thing that mattered in his life. He began to move at a faster pace. He moved his tongue along the length of her clit and moved his finger in and out of her.

He sucked on her for a moment and then began to feel her explode around him. Jamie cried out; her muscles tightened around his finger.

He lifted his head at last, after licking up every drop of her and noticed her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Drake stood, pulling her up into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom.

She blinked exhausted eyes at him and he smiled, kissing her gently. Settling her into her bed, he pulled up the covers around her and softly said goodnight. Then he turned off the lights and let himself out.

As he walked down the street, he realized that his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life. The experience of tasting Jamie made him realize that, if he ever had a chance to do the same without the Hareema suit, he'd never be able to let her go.

He supposed it was a good thing that he had to feel everything through the suit, because he could not afford to go into the mating frenzy here on Earth, in the middle of his most important mission. Even if he'd regret never tasting her fully for the rest of his days.

Drake headed to his hotel, knowing that he had a long, sleepless night ahead of him. He prayed his cock would stop aching before the sun came up, but knew it wasn't likely.