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“Is the cockpit door locked?”
“Yes.” Free had done that when he’d entered, not expecting any interruptions after he’d had his talk with the M Clones, but he didn’t know them well enough to be certain.
Her smile widened. “No one is going to interrupt us. I’m going to kiss you.”
“Wait!” He wanted that badly, but he needed to do one thing first. He reached around Marisol’s body and sent a low signal hail to Blade. The male answered immediately.
“Is something wrong?”
“Can I link auto-control to you?”
The male chuckled. “Of course. Nothing has shown up on long-range sensors. I don’t foresee any problems. Just listen for communications in case that changes.”
“Thank you.” Free had the shuttle’s computer establish a link with Blade’s Varlius model. It took over piloting his shuttle.
“I’ve got you,” Blade informed him.
“I’m out.” Free cut communications, knowing they were in good hands and Blade would let them know if any danger arose. He reached up and cupped Marisol’s face gently. “Now I am all yours.”
She leaned in close and closed her eyes. He remembered that she said humans did that during kissing. Free’s heart raced from excitement as her soft lips lightly brushed against his. His entire body went haywire when she deepened the kiss, her tongue tasting his.
His body began to respond, too. He felt his dick stiffen and sweat break out over his skin. She made him feel hot in the best way. Marisol’s fingers dove into his short hair, tugging a little on it while she massaged his scalp. It all felt amazing. She even pressed against him tighter until he could feel the mounds of her breasts pushing against his chest. She was the one who finally broke away.
“Did you have sex with someone?”
“No.”
Marisol smiled. “Good. I’ve always wanted to be your first.” She slid off his lap and started removing her clothing.
It stunned him. “We should go to my cabin.”
“You need to keep an ear out for Blade in case you have to fly this shuttle again. We don’t need a bed. Trust me. I’ve thought for a long time about all the things I want to do with you. Get naked with me.”
Free didn’t need to be told twice. He bent forward, yanking off his boots. He wore a spacesuit that opened in the front. That was what he wore any time he expected trouble in case there was a battle. It still amazed him that Marisol had been waiting and seeking him.
He almost ripped the protective suit off in his haste to be rid of anything that impeded him and Marisol from touching skin-to-skin. It was a dream come true for him. He couldn’t stop staring as she revealed her beautiful body. Marisol appeared soft all over, and he itched to touch every inch of her.
A question rose, but he refused to speak it. Free didn’t want to know if she’d met someone else while they’d been apart. It would break his heart. He removed the suit all the way and stood bare in front of her, hoping she liked the sight of him.
Her gaze roamed from his feet up to his stiff dick. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” she murmured. She studied his upper body. “You’re also super muscular for an accountant, Free.”
“I do a lot more than sit at a desk now.”
“Let’s pretend we’re back in the office. Take a seat.”
Free normally wouldn’t place his bare ass on the pilot seat, but he instantly sat. He’d do anything Marisol wanted. She stepped closer. He was very distracted with her pink nipples right there in front of him. She took his breath away.
“I want to touch you.”
“I’m yours,” he responded, finding that it was difficult to speak. Her beauty tongue-tied him.
Marisol placed her hands on his chest, lightly exploring him. Free reached down, blindly found the button to convert the pilot seat into a bed, and slid off it. He wrapped an arm around her waist, amused at her surprised expression, right as he lifted her off her feet. He moved them both out of the way as the chair flattened next to them.
“Free?”
“I did research. I memorized everything I wanted to try on you if ever given the chance. Do I have your permission?”
Marisol clung to him. “Yes.”
