Seven Days - A Space Romance by Jill Myles Page A

she said, leaning in to kiss his mouth all over again, pressing light, nibbling caresses at the edges of his mouth, where he bristled with stubble. She liked that stubble, he realized. “I didn’t realize my helmet was out until I was heading back.”
    His heart gave a painful clench at the too-recent memory, his hand locking at her waist. “S’okay.”
    “It’s not okay,” she whispered, her tongue darting against his lips to flick against his mouth. And again, she gave just the slightest rock of her hips, enough to drive him wild. “I’ve been pushing you so hard these last few days—”
    “Because you had to,” he said, and captured her nipple between his fingers, pinching it and then rolling the tight nub between thumb and forefinger.
    She gave a delicious quiver all through her body, and her breath gasped against his mouth in response. “I know, but I should have been more considerate—”
    He tweaked her nipple harder. “Are you apologizing to me?”
    Him? After he’d just crammed his cock inside her when she wasn’t ready? He was lucky she hadn’t slapped him across the face and demanded he never touch her again. And his other big hand went to her other breast, to echo the motion on the other peak.
    Zoey shuddered—fucking shuddered—in his lap. God, that was the most amazing, erotic thing he’d ever seen. She whimpered, thrusting her breasts up against him, and her hands dug into his shoulders, then twined in his shaggy hair, tugging fiercely. And she rocked on him again, this time hard.
    “You like that?” he whispered in a low voice. “Tell me.”
    “Your hands... amazing,” she breathed and was rewarded with another dual-tweak of her nipples. She rocked her hips again, her breath coming in another gasping burst.
    “You wet?”
    He loved the sight of the blush that spread over her cheeks. “You check and tell me.”
    Ah, his Zoey. So bossy. He slid a hand from her small breast and moved to the silky mound of her pussy. He slid two fingers into her cleft and stroked, testing for wetness.
    She was soaked. And she gave an erotic little total-body quiver at his touch. He dragged his fingers up her cleft, slowly, making sure to circle around her clitoris before moving his fingers to his mouth.
    And then he licked them clean as she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes.
    When he let his hand fall from his mouth, her gaze went to his lips and she leaned forward suddenly. Her mouth crashed into his as she kissed him fiercely, her teeth grinding against his own. And then she was raising her hips and slamming down on his full length, squeezing him into her tight warmth, and holy fucking shit, it was the best thing he’d ever felt. His hands went to her hips—she was so small against him—and when she raised her hips for another grinding thrust, he lifted her, helping her raise up and then slamming her back down again even as her little wicked tongue thrust into his mouth.
    She was so wet now. So incredibly wet. Tight as a little fist around his cock, she began to quickly roll her hips on top of him, needing the rough, hard fucking that he’d been so ready to give her earlier.
    And she was moaning.
    Hell yes. Kaden thrust hard, rocking her entire body. Then again, and again, his rough, jerky motions met by her equally needy ones. It was no more than a handful of thrusts—each one soul-deep and incredibly rough—before she gave a harsh cry against his mouth, and he felt her pussy spasm around him, tightening like a vise as she came.
    And he exploded as well, coming into her with an intensity that made everything in his body nearly dissolve.
    And in that moment, he fucking loved her.
    It was stupid, he told himself as he rocked his hips gently once or twice in response to her slowing movements, her soft cries against his mouth as she continued to kiss him, her body boneless against his. They’d barely been in this for a few days. If things hadn’t gone wrong, she’d have not thought about him