The Wildcat and the Doctor Page 2

  The wand’s healing beam knit his flesh together on one of the worst gashes, but the tingle from that was nothing compared to the heat he felt where her hand rested on him. Her skin touching his. Seven hells he was having a hard time lying there, not able to touch her as he wanted to. Needed to.

  “Hmm, that is a cause for concern, isn’t it? It sounds like you’ll need someone in there with you. Except, if I get in the shower with you...” She paused, but came closer as he tugged on her hair. “It might end up that we’ll both end up feeling faint. And if I get in the shower with you, then I’ll be wet too.”

  She couldn’t use the wand anymore, forced to stretch over him as he pulled the curl gently tighter, his free hand cupping the back of her head. Her hand braced against his chest, fingertips brushing his nipple and sending a cascade of heat and need through him. He stopped pulling, looked into her eyes.

  “A plan with no visible drawbacks.”

  Then he kissed her.

  A soft sound escaped her, and he captured it, drawing it into himself. She was a delight, an unexpected revelation, and the way she responded brought out the need to claim her. Instincts buried for a year came rushing to the fore. Biting back a groan, he brushed his lips against hers before running his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss.

  She opened for him on a sexy little whimper, one he wanted to imprint on his memory forever. The women of his species were just as much warriors as the men, so there was no love lost during sex. It was more a battlefield for dominance, power games and shows of strength he’d reveled in before. But now, in their absence, he pulled her tighter into his embrace and savored the sweetness of her surrender.

  With little effort, he lifted her slight weight and shifted her on top of him. His hands on her hips, he pulled her down to grind his cock against her through their clothes. A low growl rumbled up from the centre of his chest as he plundered her soft lips. That she let him, even tilting her head to allow him greater access and rocking her hips against him, sent greater waves of passion and heat through him. His body tight with anticipation, he tried to school his warrior’s natural instinct to dominate and plunder.

  Everything about her called to him to take what he wanted, but Day wasn’t completely selfish that way. Oh he’d take alright, but he’d give her more in return than she’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t without reason that his species were known as the lovers of the galaxy. The urge to possess her—to claim her completely—filled his mind. He wanted her for himself and would be damned if he’d let another warrior have her. He’d rather kill a thousand men than risk letting another man put his hands on her. The thought caught him off guard, and right on the heels of it an intense possessiveness. The idea of her with another man brought forth another rumbling growl...Anger and jealousy surged through him.

  Tess was his.

  Surging into motion, he sat up, holding her to him without breaking off the kiss. She was so slender, so delicate in the circle of his arms, that he warred with the two most urgent desires coursing through him. One to strip the clothes from her body, bury his cock to the hilt in her heat and claim her. The other to be gentle with her, to take his time and savor everything about her. He dragged his lips from her mouth and ran them down the delicate column of her throat. Why couldn’t he have both and take everything?

  Indeed, it seemed Tess was more than willing to give him all that he wanted as she shifted on his lap, putting enough room between them for him to unbutton her blouse. Each tiny pearlized button he released revealed more and more satiny skin to his hungry gaze.

  “I’m still overdressed,” she complained, her mouth set in a sexy little pout. She wouldn’t be pouting for long if he had anything to say about it.

  Instead of replying, he half-sat, sliding his hands up her arms to cup her face. Palms against her jaw and his fingertips in her hair, he pulled her into him for a long slow kiss. His abs burned like a bitch, but he ignored them in favor of the slow slide of skin over skin and the gentle, erotic tangle of his tongue with hers. Her taste was sheer heaven, and he gorged himself for long moments. By the time he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily and his cock was threatening to disown him if it didn’t get some action soon.

  “Take that off,” he warned. “And there won’t be any going back.”

  A slow smile curved her lips as she made of show of opening her shirt the rest of the way then slid it off. He followed every tantalizing move she made as she arched a delicate brow at him and tossed the blouse away. “Does it look like I’m interested in going back?”

  He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Instead, he just looked at the vision kneeling over him. Soft curves covered in satiny skin were revealed to his gaze, curves that made him want to fall to his knees to thank the Lady he’d been born male.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sitting up fully. A hard arm wrapped around her waist as he hooked a finger under the strap of her bra. Purple, not the white of convention. The satin slid aside, tugged further down her arm as he kissed a new path across her shoulder and into the curve of her neck, pausing just long enough to rub his stubbled cheek against her soft skin. “An angel too good for a rough soldier.”

  ***

  Shivering at the rasp of stubble against her skin, Tess slid her fingers through Day’s short hair, holding him close. The contrast in sensation between his soft lips and his cheek against her neck made her squirm in his lap.

  “I’m not an angel, Day.” Turning her face, she nuzzled him, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. “And don’t say I’m too good for you. I’m not. I’m just a woman. One that wants you whether you’re a soldier or not.” Couldn’t he see he was so much more than that?

  His only answer was another rumble from deep within his broad chest, and she gasped as he found the spot beneath her ear. Her pussy ached with need as heat shimmered through her veins. The thick length of his cock pressed hard against her, so close to where she yearned for him, drawing another soft moan from her lips. “Ohhh...”

  His tongue drew a delicate swirl along her ear before he pulled the lobe between his lips, sucking the flesh as his hands fanned out over her back. Moved downward until the tips of his fingers played along the soft skin under her waistband.

  “Then you’re a hell of a woman.” His voice was low, with a rough note in it that she recognized as need.

  Pulling back, she caught the hard look on his face. Hard and tight, the battle for control raging in his unusual eyes. Surprise and wonder filled her that she could cause such a feral reaction in this powerful man.

  “Are you going to take these off, or do I rip them off?” he asked, watching her.

  She bit her lip and moaned softly as her body reacted instantly. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, dampening her panties with liquid heat at his words. What would it be like if she let go of all of her inhibitions and told him not to hold back?

  Screw it, inhibitions were over-rated anyway. And when was she likely to be in the arms of a Sargosian warrior, held to be the best lovers in the galaxy, again? Holding his intense stare, she reached back and tugged her boots and socks off, letting them fall to the floor carelessly.

  The tension in her kicked up a notch as she reached between them and placed her hand against the huge bulge in his pants. Good God, he was big. Rubbing her palm over him, she watched as he sucked in a ragged breath.

  “If you want to rip them off, then go for it. Don’t hold back.”

  “Lady...” His soft curse fed her ego as he surged into movement. Strong hands gripped her pants, fingers like steel curling in the fabric. He yanked, and the sound of tearing cloth filled the small cubicle as the seams gave. Cool air washed over her suddenly exposed skin, a delicious contrast to the heat of his body beneath her.

  His eyes glittered with hunger as he swept a glance down her body, a small smile curving his lips. “I think purple just became my new favorite color. And sweetheart,” he grabbed her hand, stopping her
exploration of his cock through his combat pants, “Carry on like that, and this’ll be far quicker than either of us want.”

  “Hmm...” Tess smiled back at him and tilted her head to the side. “You’re right. I don’t want quick right now.” Gently, she attempted to free her hand from his. “Maybe later, but right now?” She leaned in close, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and kissed him. “Just do what feels right. There’s no need to rush. We have all night...”

  Regret shone in his eyes as he stopped her. “All night, after that shower. I’ve been dirtside a week, babe. I stink.”

  Frustration rolled through her, even though she understood where he was coming from. After all, she was the one that had suggested the shower, but that had been before he had kissed her and things had heated up. His skin was marked with old bruises and dirt, his clothes ingrained with it. He’d obviously been on duty for days, was probably self conscious and uncomfortable, and here she was just interested in jumping him.

  “Oh, we can sort that out.”

  A sly grin curved her lips as she reached out and hit a button on the control panel for the bed. The sonic-clean cycle on the bed activated, sweeping over them and scrubbing their skin down to the microscopic level. She flinched, giggling as he gasped. Normally, she didn’t like to use the sonic-settings, on her shower or in med-bay to scrub up. It was too much sensation, like a thousand tiny tongues over every inch of her body. But in the arms of the hottest guy she’d ever met, who for some unknown reason was into her as well, it went from too much to wickedly hot.

  “There we go...all clean. Now, I’m all yours.” She smiled triumphantly, as if she’d found a solution to a great dilemma.

  He shuddered, his bigger body taut with tension. Then he moved. She squeaked in surprise as she found herself airborne and clung to his shoulders, closing her eyes and expecting at any moment to land on the floor. But they didn’t. Instead she found herself on her back on the med-bed, looking up into the hard face of the warrior who dominated her world.

  “All mine, I like that.”

  He claimed her lips again. A long, slow kiss of pure sensation. He held himself over her, forearms braced either side of her head. His large, muscled body nestled in the cradle of her hips and spread thighs. His tongue thrust and withdrew, wrapping around and sliding along hers as he made love to her with his mouth. His hips rocked against hers, the thick bar of his cock pressed against her sensitive pussy lips in a foreshadowing of what was to come.

  Moaning into Day’s mouth, she kissed him back, revelling in the wet friction of his tongue against hers. Her hands drifted along the carved muscles running down his back, slowly mapping each dip, ridge and contour with her fingertips. She marvelled at the strength contained within his body. He felt incredible rubbing against her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Wanted nothing in between them, so as great as those combat pants made his ass look, they had to go. Now.

  Lifting her hips up in blatant invitation, she half moaned, half whimpered in need.

  He chuckled in response, breaking from her lips to kiss down her neck as he tugged her panties down her hips and down her legs. The deep sound and the heat of his mouth on her neck, the soft brush of his stubble was enough to elicit another moan. Wriggling under him, she went for his belt buckle, fingers tangling with his as the belt came loose. The soft rasp of a zipper sounded, the low noise somehow loud over their ragged breathing. A feminine growl of triumph in the back of her throat, she reached into his pants to free his cock. The hot steely length pressed hard into her hand.

  His groan joined her whimper as she stroked the shaft, smoothing the damp heat from the broad head downward. God...she’d thought he was big before. Now, in her hands, he felt positively huge. She didn’t get chance to think about it. He shifted on his forearm and passed a big hand over her breasts. She felt rather than heard the small catch on her bra give, and the next second her breasts spilled out into his hand.

  He rumbled, a deep sound of male approval as he cupped one mound, then the other. His hands were large, warm and rough with calluses that delightfully scraped and abraded her soft skin.

  Even as she arched her back, pressing up into his hands offering herself to him, her hands were busy. Stroking up and down his hard length, she tantalized him with soft, eager touches. Slipping a hand lower she cupped his balls, smiling in satisfaction as he shuddered and groaned.

  Then it was her turn to groan as he bent his head, a brief whisper of a smile on his lips as he caught one nipple between them. If she’d thought the heat that arched through her body earlier was intense, it was nothing compared to the lightening that zipped through her now as he drew the tight peak into his warm mouth and suckled. A white-hot bolt coursed through her blood, invigorating each cell all the way down to her pussy.

  “Oohhh...”

  Letting go of him with one hand, she reached up and ran her fingers through his short hair, which was slightly longer at the top. She grabbed a handful of the dark strands and held him to her, getting lost in the moment. Again she lifted her hips, more insistent this time as she guided the head of his cock along the slick seam of her cunt. She ached for him. Empty, she longed to feel him buried deep inside her.

  He took the hint, using his hand to slide the thick shaft against her, nudging and rubbing over her clit with the broad head. The ride was hot and wet as their breath came in hard pants. The heat of his body, the slide of skin on skin and the fact he was just so close to what they both wanted drove her arousal into high orbit. With just a roll of his hips he could be buried deep inside her, that thick cock stretching her, filling her...

  And the bastard was teasing her now.

  Giving a groan of frustration, she slid her hands down his back to his ass, scraping his skin as she went. Curling her fingers, she took a firm hold, digging her nails into his flesh. Two could play the teasing game. Writhing beneath him, she pressed up against him. “Please... now.”

  He braced himself over her, face buried into the curve of her neck, and swore. Tension rolled through him, the muscles in his shoulders and arms shaking and... was he counting? The little devil on her shoulder prodded her again and she rolled her hips.

  That did it. The dam, or rather his control, broke. With a soft curse he shifted on the bed. Spreading his knees for balance, he shoved hers further apart and grabbed one of her legs at the back of the thigh to pull it higher. A dip of his hips and his cock was right there, hard and heavy, exactly where she needed it most.

  He paused, drawing back to look into her eyes, searching for the answer to a question he hadn’t asked. At least, she didn’t think he’d asked anything. The way she was at the moment, a herd of elephants in space suits could have stampeded through the medbay and she wouldn’t have paid them any mind. All that mattered to her was the two of them, the here, the now and...

  God, please, he has to move soon!

  He nodded, as though finding the answer he sought.

  “Shouldn’t play with a wildcat, sweetheart,” he whispered. Thrusting deep, he filled her with one quick, hard movement.

  Crying out, Tess arched beneath him. It wasn’t pain, but a pleasure so intense it left her gasping and clinging to him. It seemed he was everywhere at once, surrounding her, inside her and taking over completely. Staring up at him, she smiled and whispered back, moving under him. “Oh I’ll do more than just play.”

  Apparently her desire to chuck her inhibitions out the nearest airlock had given her the kind of confidence she had only dreamt of before. Normally, until she got to know someone she was a bit on the shy side. With Day? Her inner siren was unleashed. He made her feel beautiful. Desirable. As if he had to have her.

  And she loved it.

  His expression tightened at her movement. His jaw clenched and his eyes fluttered closed as though he fought for control. When he opened them again, the color blazed with heat, and he grinned. A very male, feral expression that had her breath catching in her throat. The world outside the cubic
le, all the soft sounds and noises of the night-time medical bay, ceased to exist. Now, she was just a woman in the arms of the warrior who’d claimed her.

  He moved, pulling back his hips on a hot slide of tight friction to surge into her again. And again. He set up a hard and fast rhythm that rocked the bed against the wall behind. A primal claiming to match the wildness in his expression and written into every line of his muscled, tattooed body.

  In all her studies, no race had fascinated her as much as the Sargosians. Warriors born and bred, they were a glimpse into a different culture and perhaps into the past. They saw what they wanted and took it. She’d watched them on station, and back in their colonies, where the men flirted with and fought over the women. She had secretly wondered, even though she’d never admit it, what it would be like...

  Now she knew. She dropped her head back, baring the line of her throat in submission as she gave herself up to it. Gave herself up to him.

  Her world narrowed down to the two of them moving together. Sights and sounds. Delicious sensations and an all-consuming heat. The power contained in his body was barely restrained as he drove his hard cock deep into her wet, welcoming heat again and again. She ran her hands up his sides. All that strength was there under her fingertips as his muscles contracted and released with his motion.

  Rising up to meet him, she rolled her hips again, tilting them to take as much of him as possible. He grunted in response, driving deeper and harder into her until her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she moaned loudly.

  The sound seemed to spur him on. A grunt escaped his lips as he shifted his position, sliding a hand under her shoulders to clasp the nape of her neck. He held her still, pinned under him, between the soft surface of the bed and the hard satin-over-steel of his body. All gentleness was scoured from him as he drove her higher and higher, each roll of his hips hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside her. A spot she hadn’t realized existed but that made her weak at the knees as wave after wave of heat assaulted her. Her entire body tightened, tendrils of pleasure wrapping around her like silken ribbons in a delicate cage of tension.