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  He nuzzled her cheek. When her head fell to the side exposing her creamy neck, he was satisfied she didn’t bear him a grudge. “Will you give me your password?” He tongued her earlobe, and then bit it.

  “Bastard.” Her words lacked true outrage. Her body was aroused by the memory from their previous dream-share; her trembling abdomen told him so.

  “Tell me what you want.” His fingers dipped between her legs to flutter the folds guarding her feminine portal. “I will give it to you.”

  “Come inside me,” she begged, her voice thin and needy.

  He sank a long, probing finger into the hot, quivering flesh of her pussy.

  She sighed and spread her legs farther apart. Then her head rolled on his shoulder. “No…not again.” She ground her buttocks against his cock. “I want this.”

  He plucked her nipple, and her knees rose, encouraging him to delve deeper. “Which is it to be?”

  Her body writhed against his, caressing his belly and lap. “Your cock…please.”

  He shifted her off his lap and rolled until her back rested against the rounded edge of the pool and her arms stretched along the rim. With his hands beneath her buttocks, he lifted her hips above the water and lowered his face between her legs. He lapped at her cunt, alternating between stabbing as deeply as he could reach and rubbing the flat of his tongue over the hard knot at the top of her opening. He tasted her warm, fragrant arousal and thought he’d explode from the pleasure. His own body answered her call—his balls drawing up in their sac, and his cock hardening further into steel.

  “No…” she moaned, but her hips rose, pressing her pussy closer to his face.

  His lips closed over her clitoris and sucked hard, and then he released it to flutter his tongue over the engorged pearl. Again, he sucked on her clit, and she keened loudly, her thighs trembling against his cheeks. When he moved away, he soothed her pussy with long, slow laps. More of her salty essence met his tongue, the hot musky scent filling his nostrils. A surge of raw need swept over him, and his body shook with anticipation. He groaned and lifted his head to watch her.

  Andromeda’s head lolled; her eyes squeezed shut. Her lush mouth was open, her breaths coming fast and with a ragged hitch. Ripening nipples, flushed red and pointing toward the ceiling, beckoned him, issuing a siren’s call he could no longer resist.

  He slid up her body, braced his arms on either side of her, and looked into her face. Her green eyes opened, blinking dreamily. He leaned down, and his mouth latched onto a nipple. He rolled it with his tongue while his hips aligned with hers.

  Her legs rose, clasping him low around his waist so that his cock nudged the swollen outer lips of her pussy.

  With a flex of his hips, he slipped inside. He groaned against her breast, and his teeth closed on the nipple, biting her gently.

  Her back arched, plunging her hips upward, forcing him deeper inside her slick pussy.

  So hot! So tight! He gritted his teeth against the need to pound away and seek his own quick release. Her inner muscles caressed him, rippling along his cock, urging him deeper.

  He rocked within the cradle of her thighs, delivering shallow thrusts, waiting for her to grow impatient and demand her satisfaction. This seduction was proving to be a battle of wills, although he was confident of the outcome. She hadn’t the experience to hold back her body or her emotions.

  Most importantly, she was a woman—her heart would follow her passion.

  Eventually, she would give herself completely and deliver her trust. Then he would have her password. He only hoped she’d surrender in time to avoid Dominion sentries detecting their change in course.

  Andromeda’s nails dug into his shoulders, and her legs constricted. “Please,” she cried, her voice raspy. “Faster…deeper…”

  Khalim resisted his body’s desire to comply with her command. Instead, he teased her with one deep thrust and followed with more shallow ones…then deep…shallow.

  Her nails raked his back as she tried to wrest control of his pace, slamming her hips up and down to force him to move faster.

  He tightened his grip on her buttocks and ground his pelvis into her as far as he could reach and held himself perfectly still.

  Her eyes fluttered open. He read stark, desperate need in her gaze and trembling mouth.

  “You must trust me,” he said, knowing his rising passion made his voice harsh.

  “Damn you! Trust can’t be commanded.” Her eyes filled with tears.

  He fought the need to soothe her, just as he resisted the urge to pump his hips at her hot sex. She had to surrender—for both their sakes. He brought one hand to her dark thatch and combed his fingers through the hairs that floated in the water, until he found the hard, distended button between her legs. He flicked it with his thumb once.

  Her breath hitched, and she shuddered deep inside.

  He rubbed it harder, and her vagina clutched his cock, squeezing exquisitely tighter.

  “How can you expect me to trust you…when you use my body against me?” A tear rolled from her eye.

  He followed the moisture as it trailed down her cheek. His chest expanded with a deep sigh, and he leaned forward to lick the tear from her face. “Andromeda, you were mine from the moment you first touched me. Soon, you will know this as truth.” Then he sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her, soothing her, caressing her mouth.

  She sobbed against him and brought her hands to his head, gripping his hair to deepen the kiss.

  Khalim slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained in her warm well. He swirled his hips, teasing her—torturing himself.

  She broke the kiss and stared at him. Khalim knew she didn’t believe his words—would she read the promise in his eyes?

  He let the rush of pleasure sweep over him and slammed inside her, all the way to her womb, before withdrawing and plunging inside her again. He’d give her this pleasure…then shape her desire all over again.

  Urgency built inside him as he thrust into her body. He concentrated on the feel of her warm, tight channel as it constricted tightly around his cock, pulling him inexorably deeper.

  Her hands glided down his back, squeezing and kneading, urging him to move faster.

  His hips pistoned, causing the water lapping at their bodies to froth. Friction heated his cock until the urge to release tightened his body, rising from his thighs and hardening his balls. Knowing he was ready to come, he sought to bring her with him and ground his hips into her pussy at the end of each long stroke, rubbing the hair of his groin against her clit.

  Andromeda mewed like a kitten, her nails biting into the flesh of his ass as she slammed her hips into his.

  Khalim, spurred by her frantic movements beneath him, let the first wave of his release wash over him, carrying him toward the peak. He pumped once, twice, and then groaned. Come jetted, lubricating his long, hard strokes. His arms trembled, but he continued to thrust until Andromeda gasped and tightened her cunt, arms, and legs around him.

  And still he pounded into her, drawing out her orgasm until she keened long and loudly. When finally she lay spent beneath him, he gathered her close, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. Her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders.

  “Forgive me. I pushed you too far.” He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, while his hands glided up and down her back. This aftermath was sweeter than any he had ever known. He had never wanted to linger inside a pleasure-giver’s body after reaching his satisfaction. But Andromeda’s sweet warmth and spicy scent bound him.

  “Khalim,” she said, her voice raspy, “I can’t give you what you ask.”

  The sound of his name on her lips filled his soul with warmth. “Why do you believe that?” he asked softly.

  She hugged him. “You’re wanted for high crimes against the Dominion. I’ve already promised to deliver you. And I’d be a fool to believe you are anything other than what the governor told me.”

  Khalim kissed the top of her head and rubbed
his chin there. “If I tell you that I committed no crimes and my only sin is my race, would you believe me?”

  “But why would the Dominion do that?” Her hands lazily kneaded the muscles along his spine. “They’re tolerant of many races and species.”

  “My planet and my people hold secrets deep within themselves. Some inside the Dominion would punish us for not sharing those secrets.”

  Her mouth skimmed his collarbone. “Are they so valuable?”

  With his heart pounding from her tender kisses, he whispered, “Priceless.”

  She leaned away from him and looked into his face. Her somber expression was softened by her kiss-swollen lips and rosy cheeks. “Is this dream-making part of your treasure?”

  “Do you now believe I brought you here?” he asked, squeezing her ass as he ground his reawakening cock into her.

  Her lips opened around a soundless gasp, but she nodded. “I should be furious. You manipulated me when I thought I was safe inside a dream.”

  With a small rueful smile, he replied, “I only meant to bring you to Qahir-Jadiid to speak with you.”

  “Then why did you seduce me?” Her moss-colored eyes looked troubled.

  “You appeared lonely.” His smile stretched. “And you were naked. I didn’t envision that—you wanted us without clothing.”

  Her blush deepened. “I don’t have the power to shape the outcome of our shared dreams. You created the fantasy.”

  “You’re wrong. And this isn’t really a dream.” He flexed his hips and withdrew partway, before sliding back inside her.

  Her fingers clutched his back as tightly as her inner muscles gloved his cock. “While we’re here, our bodies are still aboard the ship, right?” she asked breathlessly.

  He wondered how she held the trail of their conversation. Her hot channel squeezed and caressed his rigid flesh, stealing his thoughts. He could only manage a nod and circled his hips.

  “Then it’s a dream—this isn’t real.” She sounded relieved, and her hips answered with a delicate thrust.

  Frustration over her stubborn denial of what they shared cleared his brain. “It’s more than a dream,” he ground out. “Has any dream of yours ever been this vivid?” He held her hips still and stared into her eyes. “What we experience here together is mutually remembered—and therefore real. If I were merely forming a vision for you to experience, you would have no choice.”

  Her eyes widened. “You could do that?”

  “Yes. But I prefer to meld our vision to form events we both want to pass.”

  “Therefore we’re naked?” Red suffused her cheeks. “It’s what my mind wants?”

  He nodded, satisfied she finally understood.

  Her teeth nibbled the bottom lip of her lush mouth for a moment, and then her gaze narrowed. “But you didn’t have to encourage me.”

  He arched one eyebrow.

  “Once you realized I thought you were part of a dream, you didn’t have to seduce me. You weren’t being gentlemanly when you took advantage of the fact that—”

  “That you were lonely? That your body ached for loving?” He pumped his hips to emphasize his point. “I couldn’t resist becoming your fantasy. What man could?”

  Her hands moved to the tops of his shoulders, and she lifted herself up then ground her body down on his cock. Her eyes closed for a moment, and her head fell back. “Don’t flatter me. I won’t believe you—I know what I am.”

  His hands assisted her movement, and they quickly established a rhythm. “Tell me.” His lips skimmed her jaw. “What are you?”

  “Only average looking.” She gasped as his teeth closed on her earlobe. Her back arched, pressing her pointed breasts into his chest. “Under other circumstances, you wouldn’t give me a second glance.”

  He tongued the tender lobe his teeth had worried. “It’s true. Of late, I haven’t had time to pursue my pleasure. I’ve only known the purchased favors of professional pleasure-givers. But you are beautiful.” He thrust faster, pushing her hips downward to increase the friction between their opposing fleshes. “Would you believe me if I said that your inexpertise is enchanting?”

  Her breaths panted. “Still, you should…have told me…before you took me the first time.”

  “Would you have refused me?” he asked, his voice roughening with passion.

  “Probably not…I wouldn’t have…believed you.” She moaned—a low sweet sound that amused him. Her body was already quickening.

  Although their conversation was killing him, he continued to drive his point as his cock drove them both to distraction. “When I brought you to my chambers—only intending to talk to you—I read the hunger in your eyes.”

  “So…you decided to use my need…to soften me up…and get the password?” The first shudder of her orgasm racked them both.

  Khalim slowed and sharpened his thrusts, angling his hips to glide his cock along the nerve-rich spot inside her vagina. He would deliver her maximum satisfaction. “No,” he said, even as he felt her body convulse. “I wasn’t thinking.” His hips slammed against hers. “When your hands…went straight for my cock…and you knelt on the floor to take me into your sweet mouth…any thoughts of negotiation flew.”

  She groaned. “Don’t remind me… This is…embarrassing enough.”

  “There should be no embarrassment…when we both are pleased with…where our imaginations lead us.” He shouted then, and his body exploded, his cock pummeling her sweet cunt as his ejaculate bathed her womb.

  Dragging air into his starved lungs, he released a short bark of laughter. Never had a conversation been so torturous!

  Once again, Andromeda cuddled in his embrace. “If I surrender to you,” she whispered, “I’ll become hunted. I’ll lose everything I’ve worked for—my ship, my reputation. And for what?”

  “For us?”

  Her head shook in denial against his shoulder. “I’m not so big a fool to believe there’s any us beyond this dream.”

  He threaded his fingers through her wet hair and pulled her head back to watch the emotions her face betrayed. Sadness trembled at the corners of her mouth; wariness lurked in her wide-eyed stare. “Where do you think we go after this?”

  “You to prison, me to the next job.” Her expression grew closed. “We should go back.”

  Andromeda had much to learn. His wounded prey would resist his gentling every step of the way. His head descended toward hers, and she didn’t resist as he pressed a chaste kiss against her lips. Then with a nod, they were back inside the misty shower stall.

  Chapter Three

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  Andromeda found herself pressed to the metal wall, Khalim blanketing her back. The weight of his cock rested between her legs, nudging her swollen slit. With the memory of her recent orgasms humming in her mind and body, she had to fight hard not to tilt her hips. Oh, how she wanted for him to slide right in…

  Being pulled between a wet “dream” and reality was too damn confusing. She took a deep breath and pushed away from the wall.

  Khalim kissed the top of her shoulder but stepped away.

  With his body calling all her sensually deprived hormones, she knew she needed space. And time to sort out her jumbled thoughts, free from the distraction of his aroused body.

  The man needed clothes.

  She pressed the button to stop the water, and the door to the stall slid open. “I’d like for us both to get dressed. I need to check my navigation system to see where we are. Then I’ll fix us something to eat.”

  She didn’t wait for his response and stepped out. The silent vacuum tucked around the doorway of the stall sucked the excess water from her body. Stepping farther into her cabin, she opened the cabinet above her bed and pulled out a reclamation suit.

  “We don’t need clothing.” Khalim’s breath stirred the hair resting on her shoulder.

  She hadn’t realized he stood so close and shivered. “I’m cold,” she lied.

  “Then we’ll tell life support to inc
rease the temperature. There will be no lies between us.”

  Her hands clenched around the black fabric of her R-suit. “How does clothing constitute a lie?”

  He gripped her waist and turned her. She let the suit fall to her bunk. Her breasts brushed his chest and pebbled instantly.

  His gaze dropped to where their flesh met for a moment, and then rose again. “Your body doesn’t lie about what pleases you.”

  She lifted her chin. “And how do you know I’m not simply chilled?”

  His hand stroked between her legs, and then he lifted his fingers and glided them across her lips. Without a word, he proved his point. She inhaled the fragrance of her arousal.

  How she wished she could reach for her weapons in the cabinet behind her feet. A tap from her electro-stun would wipe the smirk from his lips.

  “Besides,” he said, his voice a low purr that only heightened her awareness of the bunk pressed behind her knees, “you wouldn’t have anything large enough for me to wear.”

  “I have clothing for you.” Desperate to erect barriers between them, she continued, “There’s a suit my last…partner left aboard the ship.”

  “Partner?” His expression grew alert. “Did he share this bed with you?”

  “No, it’s too small.” Too late she noticed the narrowing of his gaze. He’d noted her choice of words.

  “Then you shared the bed at the end of the corridor?”

  She ignored his question. “You’ve been snooping around my ship?”

  “Of course. I also found the weapons in the drawer behind you.”

  She jerked.

  “They aren’t there anymore.”

  No clothes. No weapons. How the hell was she going to get out of this fix? “I need to head back to the bridge.” She shoved at his chest and slid past him.

  “What happened to your partner?”

  “None of your damn business.” Had she not been acutely aware of her nakedness, she would have stomped all the way back to the bridge. For now, she’d do nothing to incite his anger or lust. If he expected her to be as easy a conquest as she had been in her dreams, he’d be disappointed.