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“And how long will that take?”
Zarifa shrugged. “About three weeks, assuming we don’t encounter any ugly surprises.” Like the Fist, looking to drag her back to Throneworld.
“Good.” A wicked smile curved his lips. Armored hands closed over her shoulders and pulled her gently from her pilot’s chair. Drew her full against smooth, cool nanotium. “I know just the way to occupy our time.”
Surprise had her stiffening. Slave that he was, she hadn’t expected him to be so bold.
He hesitated for just a heartbeat, reading her eyes. Making sure I’m willing… She caught her breath and licked her dry lips.
His eyes followed her tongue. Flared like molten gold.
Despite his sudden aggression, there was nothing of the marauder in his kiss. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft, sweetly seductive, a gentle wooing of lip and tongue.
This bore no resemblance to the clumsy boy’s kisses she’d known from her lover or even the rape of the mouth Gerik had always practiced. Rance dazzled, enticed with every soft brush and lick, with every gentle breath.
He went on kissing her, slowly, patiently, as his armored hands came to rest on her waist. Not grinding her against him but holding her in a lover’s clasp. It was more like something she’d seen in an entertainment simmie than anything she’d ever known in real life.
Zarifa found herself relaxing into the kiss, opening for the soft petition of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. He tasted of mint mouth cleanser, but under that was something dark and wild, a hint of forest and rain.
Impossibly delicious. And just as dangerous.
She kissed like a virgin. Sweet, untutored, a little unsure, yet with a delicious, trembling need that made him rock hard inside his armor.
He was breathing hard by the time he lifted his head. “I think,” Rance said hoarsely, “we’re both overdressed.”
Her eyes went wide as he pulled off his gauntlets. They made a heavy, metallic sound when he dropped them on the deck.
He reached for the tie of her cravat, and she froze, watching him with those big, lovely eyes. Her lips parted, tempting him with the thought of kissing her again. He could easily learn to crave her taste.
Fighting his body’s clawing demand for haste, he slowly untied the length of white lace from around her slender throat. He tossed it across the copilot’s chair and reached for the gold buttons marching down the front of her scarlet jacket. As each button popped free, a bit of thin silk shirt appeared beneath it, warm and fragrant from her body.
He was dying to taste her. To bury his face against the elegant curve of her lovely breasts, take her nipples into his mouth. Savor each silken centimeter.
It had been months since he’d had a woman. Dehumanizing months of deprivation and torture, of grinding frustration and humiliation.
God, he needed this. He needed her.
The tiny pearl buttons of her blouse parted, revealing a thin lace chemise. Rance resisted the impulse to simply rip it in two. Instead, he drew it over her head and let it slide from his hands.
She looked up at him, biting her full lower lip, as if uncertain of his reaction. As if he could feel anything but desire at the si
ght of her perfection.
Her breasts were sweet and pale and curving, tipped by pretty pink nipples, furled tight with her hunger. They reminded him of candy.
“You’re beautiful,” Rance told those hesitant green eyes.
As shy pleasure filled her gaze, he reached for her. Her skin felt as soft and fine as the silk he’d just stripped away. Her breasts rode high on her narrow torso, not quite large enough to fill his hands. He stroked a thumb over one velvet nipple and watched it rise and peak even more, silently begging for his mouth.
He bent and licked it. Swirled his tongue over the fine-grained nubbin. Suckled.
Her moan was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
FIVE
Zarifa grabbed for Rance’s shoulders as he picked her up as easily as if the gravity had been cut. He laid her down on the pilot’s chair and seized one of her boots in those big, strong hands. Tugging it off, he dropped it with a thump and attacked the other boot with equal determination. It hit the deck an instant later, and he went after her skintight trousers.
She watched him, dizzy with rising excitement. He still wore full armor, and every time he moved, light rolled over the shining nanotium like water. There was something shockingly erotic about being naked when he was dressed like an invading conqueror.
