Shy Talent (StarLords Book 3) (6 page)

Too much clothing. She wanted it gone. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. Made bold by passion, she began to tug at his robes, slipping them over his broad shoulders. He seemed to pick up on her desire and shrugged his outer robe down, letting it slide to the floor, pooling at his feet. Then his hands returned to her, tugging at the top she’d worn, lifting it up and over her head in a quick whoosh that left her gasping.

He met her gaze as he reached around to unfasten her bra, licking his lips in a way that made her insides clench as he unsealed the fasteners. She imagined his lips on her nipples and wanted it so badly in that moment, a little moan came, unbidden, from her throat. Agnor smiled.

“I like those little sounds you make. They’re like a challenge, did you know?” He grinned as her eyes widened, and she shook her head, unable to speak. “Hearing them makes me want to try for more. Like, I wonder what it would take to make you scream my name in ecstasy?” he asked rhetorically as he lowered the bra straps and lifted the fabric away from her body.

She felt the gentle flow of air over her nipples and knew they were tightening as his eyes followed each and every movement. Then his fingers traced over her skin, soft at first, simply brushing over the most sensitive bits of skin before his touch turned a little more demanding. A little more real. Those fairy-light touches became solid caresses and gentle squeezes that made her moan again.

He smiled again as he lifted her in his strong arms, lowering her to the plushly carpeted floor. She went willingly, happy that her daring to kiss him had inspired this display of his passion. He wasn’t rejecting her. Far from it. He seemed as invested as she was, which sent another little thrill through her body, even as he lowered his mouth to lick at her nipples.

She arched into his mouth, wanting more. So much more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, cradling his head as he nibbled and kissed his way over her breasts. She liked the way he handled her, rubbing her gently with his hands while his lips teased. She was fast reaching the point where she wanted to rip his clothes off and take charge.

The very thought made her gasp. Never had she wanted that before. Never with any other man. Only Agnor made her feel secure enough—hot enough—to want to truly ravish him. And maybe, he just might let her. The devil of an idea came to her, and she couldn’t resist.

Pushing at his shoulders, she turned the tables on him. Oh, he was a large enough man that if he hadn’t wanted to let her take charge, he could easily have stopped her from rolling him over and straddling his body. But Agnor’s grin told her all she needed to know. He was happy to let her do as she willed, and that was something special in her experience.

She reached for his shirt, ripping it in her impatience as his arms tangled with hers. He seemed to want to keep his hands on her breasts, but she had an even more urgent need to get his shirt off. He laughed at the sound of tearing fabric, even as she gasped.

“I’m sorry!” she whispered, aghast that she’d torn his shirt.

“Don’t be,” he reassured her. “I’m not. In fact, I like this side of you, Bet. Rip my clothes off any time. Any time at all.” He lifted up enough to pull the ruined shirt over his head and toss it away. “Now, unless you want me to return the favor and rip those nice pants of yours, you should probably get rid of them while I can still think clearly enough to ask.”

“Really?”

Wonder filled her that Agnor would even think he’d get that close to losing control with her. She was the novice at this, not him. In all her imaginings of how this might go—if it ever happened—she’d never dared dream he’d could get as caught up in the moment as she.

He placed his hands on her ample hips, sliding his fingers under the waistband of her pants.

“Really,” he replied, holding her gaze with only a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Off, Bet. Now. Before we go any further, and I can’t think straight anymore.”

Those words. That tone. Unaccountably, they made her grin. She felt more at ease with him, and with this new situation, than she had ever expected.

Lifting up a bit, she wrestled her pants and panties off, with his help. Though it felt as if his hands were more hindrance than help at key points. Still, the pants were flung away with wild abandon, and she loved the feel of Agnor’s long-fingered hands caressing her skin.

She straddled his legs as he lay beneath her on the floor, her center open to his questing fingers. Sure enough, he placed one hand between her thighs, searching lightly through her folds until he found the little nub that cried out for his attention.

She let out a little sigh of appreciation as one of his fingers slid inside while his thumb caressed circles around her clit. Oh, yeah. That felt so darn good.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispered, his eyes glowing with approval. “So wet.”

She squirmed on his hand, loving the feel of his possession, even in this small way. She wanted so much more, but for now, this was the most amazing foreplay she’d ever experienced. Agnor was a gifted lover, just as she’d suspected.

“Do you want to come for me, Bet? Take the edge off? Let some of the energy build-up dissipate before we move on to bigger things?”

She heard the innuendo in his tone, and wanted to laugh at the double entendre, but her focus was too caught up in what he was doing with his fingers in her pussy. He’d added another, sliding both digits in a rhythm, first deep, then shallow, then bending just the tips of his fingers to reach a spot inside that sent her into orbit on each thrust, until she finally exploded.

She cried out as the climax hit, riding his hand unashamedly as he coaxed a response from her body unlike any she had ever known. It was more intense. More fulfilling. More…everything. And all from what amounted to a hand job.

She couldn’t wait to find out what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. Taking her. Pushing her to even greater heights.

Just the thought of it had her body warming again.

“I want you now, Agnor,” she pleaded as he withdrew his fingers from her body, petting her as she came down from that first climax.

He met her gaze. “So soon?”

He didn’t look convinced that she was ready. She had to make him understand how urgent her need was.

She reached down and grabbed his shoulders, leaning forward, pressing her chest to his, capturing his lips with hers. She kissed him with all the desperation that had built up over the past days. Since the very moment she’d stepped aboard, if truth be told. She’d admired Agnor from afar for a long time, and to have him pick her for his crew had been a dream come true. To be with him like this…well…it was the stuff of pure fantasy.

Fantasy come to life.

And she was going to wring every drop of pleasure from this experience. For it may never come again.

She pounced on him, trying to convince him of her ardor. She felt the fire in his response. He was certainly eager. She could feel the thick line of his cock between them, separated only by the fabric of his trousers.

She wanted them gone. Now.

Tearing away from their kiss, she reached for the closure of his pants, fumbling in her haste. He moved his hands downward to help, but she’d already achieved her goal. He sprang free, and she only took enough time to push his pants out of the way before seating herself on her prize.

“Mmmm.” She couldn’t help the low tone that began in her throat and worked its way out into the open. She loved the feel of him inside her. Just as she’d known she would.

But dreams couldn’t really compare with the reality. He was so much…more. So warm and hard and…with her.

The sound seemed to galvanize him. He bucked his hips, lifting her up and rolling over so that she was beneath him. He was like a wild man after that, stroking deep and urging her to greater heights. He pumped rhythmically at first, slowly giving in to the frenzy that overtook them both as their bodies joined and their Talents meshed in the most mesmerizing way. They were one for that short space of time. A perfect union of spirit and flesh, straining toward ecstasy.

“Come with me, Bet.” Agnor’s voice was ragged with effort, low and sexy near her ear.

She could deny him nothing. Especially not the incredible climax that had built so swiftly and threatened to overtake her completely at any second.

She shouted his name as the passion exploded inside her, working its way through her skin, into her very soul. Agnor joined her in bliss, stiffening over her, his eyes closing as his head lifted, his neck extending as pleasure washed over and through them.

“Bet, Bet, my Bet,” he whispered as they both came down from the most delicious orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Her Talent zinged through her veins, fully recharged and, in fact, stronger than it had been before they’d joined. It had been so long since she’d had sex with someone that she’d almost forgotten the reason Talented folks were so easy with their pleasures.

In the aftermath of orgasm, she was able to discern a definite recharge of her power. The sensation of being at full strength for the first time in a very long time almost made her giddy. Being with Agnor had been a dream come true, but this unexpected benefit could easily make her an addict.

Would he want to be with her again? She sent up a prayer that it might be so. For the sake of these delicious sensations, but also for the sake of the tender feelings he made her feel. He was so careful of her, so car
ing
. Even now, when the passion was done, he kept his arms around her, making her feel special. Almost cherished.

She hugged the feeling to her heart, wanting to remember it for all time. This moment was special. This man was special. By his actions, she had already fallen a little in love with him, even though she knew a long-term arrangement between them was impossible.

He was such an important man to their people. He was a StarLord. Captain of one of the newest and finest vessels in the fleet. He was so far above her lowly station, it would be laughable to anyone observing this from the outside.

No, she couldn’t really expect more than this moment. He’d been kind to her. He’d shown her things about pleasure that she hadn’t known, and he’d given of his time and skill to help her stabilize her Talant. He was a good man, and she would forever cherish this time with him.

She would take whatever he would give her and try to be content with that. She couldn’t keep him, no matter what foolish dreams his words and tender touches evoked in her inexperienced heart. She vowed to live in the moment and enjoy every second of being with the most remarkable man she’d ever known.

He’d held her throughout the climax and its aftermath, while her body quaked with aftershocks and her hips moved almost involuntarily to squeeze the last little bit of sensation out of their joining. She knew he was experiencing the same lovely bliss that filled her limbs, and the same recharge of his own immense power.

She was afraid to speak. Afraid to break the perfection of the moment with words. But it seemed Agnor had no such compunction.

“You are beautiful in every way, Bet, and that was the most amazing experience of my life.” His words sounded so serious. She looked up to meet his gaze, fearing she would see goodbye in his eyes now that he’d gotten a taste of her. But then he smiled. “How about we move this to the bedroom?”

He wanted more. This magical interlude was not at an end. Going by his words, it was only beginning. Bet hugged that knowledge to her heart as they disengaged and got to their feet. Agnor surprised her by swooping down and lifting her into his arms.

She giggled as he carried her to the inner door that led to his bedroom. He paused to kiss her as he carried her across the threshold, and the look in his eyes stole her breath. Somehow…this moment seemed important. More important than she had ever expected.

And then reasoning was beyond her as the cycle of passion started again as Agnor placed her on his big bed. He was a master, and she was his willing pupil, willing to learn whatever he wanted to show her.

CHAPTER SIX

Agnor was very pleased with himself, though he could have wished the first time Bet had come to him—on her own terms—had been in a softer setting. His knees bore the evidence of rug burn, and he very much feared her backside might, as well. But she wasn’t complaining, his stoic little Specitar. She was the most amazing woman he had ever known.

He still couldn’t quite believe he had taken her on the floor of his meditation chamber. There had been no time for finesse. No time to set the stage or act out some orderly, scripted scene of seduction.

No, it had been hot and hard. Fast and impatient. She had pushed at his shoulders and even ripped his clothes in her haste. He’d been a little gentler, never forgetting that she was more delicate.

Her aggression had surprised him in a completely satisfying way. She was hot for him, and the fact that she couldn’t seem to wait to get her hands on his body had only pushed his own passions higher. Hence the quick, but supremely enjoyable, interlude on the floor. He would never forget it, as long as he lived.

And she hadn’t seemed to mind the hard setting. In fact, she had stroked his cheek as he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He placed her on the bed with the utmost care, knowing they had just shared something incredibly special. He wanted to repeat the experience—slowly—under more controlled conditions, where he could enjoy every touch, every moment, and make the sensations last as long as possible.

He glanced at the chronometer. They had time. Hours yet, until both of them had to be on duty again.

Agnor stood to remove the last bits of his clothing that hadn’t already been torn from his body by her eager hands. He smiled, remembering the tiger she had turned into, if only for those few moments. He wanted to see that tigress again. Often.

“Don’t go,” Bet said in a sleepy voice as he stood. Something inside him felt a primitive thrill.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her. “And neither are you. Not ‘til morning at the earliest. Okay?” He still wanted her willing participation in anything they did together. He didn’t want to steamroll over her. She was so shy, he needed to be certain she was agreeing, not just accepting.