Hinekiri (16 page)

Of course she wanted him
.

That was the problem. She wanted him too much.

“Sorry.” Self-pity surged from deep in her heart, curling through her body and the far reaches of her mind. Every time she found a male she liked it all went wrong—dreadfully, horribly wrong. The horoscope her family had commissioned was accurate and she was destined to live alone. Sadly, it had taken her time to believe this truth. “I can’t seem to do anything right.” To her mortification, tears formed in her eyes again. She was turning into a water fountain. Fodo crap, she wasn’t going to cry.
She was not
.

Richard rubbed his nose in a rueful manner but his eyes gleamed with hot intent. “I don’t intend to let a little accident stop us from making love. It would take much more than that.”

Hinekiri wanted to ask what would stop him but fear paralyzed her vocal cords so she nodded instead and concentrated on holding her emotions together. Something she’d eaten had caused her lapse. Perhaps she should dress again and go outside to chat with Killer and Harry.

“Come here.” Richard unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off her.

Hinekiri took half a step before the unveiling of his chest distracted her attention—a broad, muscular chest that would be the envy of many a younger male. He shrugged and the shirt slipped off his shoulders and slid to the tiled floor. “That’s not close enough.”

Her heart thumped in expectation. Hinekiri liked him in this dominant mood, when he took over and let her take the feminine role. Yet, earlier in the spaceship, he’d let her have control with only a few initial protests. She took a small step forward and then another until her breasts nudged his chest. Her nipples hardened to taut points and little ripples of sensation, much like an electrical current surged through her veins. Her eyelids lowered, closing out the light so she could immerse herself in the pleasure of his touch. She inhaled and exhaled with a whoosh, the friction of the silky cloth against her nipples sending another series of fizzing sensations around her body.

“I think we’ll take this off.” Richard reached behind her back and twisted his wrist in an expert move that unfastened the hooks with minimum fuss. He smoothed the silky black cups away from her breasts and tugged the straps down her arms, baring her markings to his eyes.

Hinekiri kept her eyes firmly closed the entire time, wanting lots of memory snapshots to store for later when she was working alone charting a far-flung planet. His fingers traced across the base of her breast and kneaded the plump fullness with slow attention to detail. He followed the swirls of her Dalconian tattoos and she felt the moist touch of his tongue skirt along the spirals at the base of her right breast.
Guaranteed to send her over the edge into pleading.
She forced her eyes open so she could see his expression. Intent. Hungry. It sent another surge of excitement winding through her veins, licking nerves and pleasure points along the way.

“Please touch me,” she whispered.

“Oh I intend to,” he promised in a husky voice.

The blood thrummed through her body and she could feel the excitement building between her legs, the slow pulse of arousal, the swelling of her feminine parts.

He flicked one turquoise nipple with a forefinger, making her gasp. The touch reverberated, producing a surge of liquid arousal between her legs. She stepped from foot to foot, the change of weight distribution dragged the crotch of her panties across her clit. Her groan at the spasm of pleasure, echoed through their room.

“Did I hurt you?” Surprise tinged his voice and he jerked his hand from her breast.

Hinekiri missed the heat from his hands and fingers straightaway. “You didn’t hurt me. I felt your touch down here.” She let her hand drop to her panties and cupped herself lightly.

“Yeah? Wanna show me?”

“In detail?”

“Yeah. I want to watch. Just a sec.” He squatted in front of her and drew the black panties down her legs then helped her balance when she stepped out of them. “Part your legs a fraction. Yeah, that’s better. Now show me where.”

“You’re a voyeur.” A snap of embarrassment followed her words. Weird since she was usually the one who teased.

“I want to share everything with you,” he whispered. “Anything that gives us both pleasure can’t be wrong. Watching you touch yourself will give me pleasure.”

This man constantly changed the rules. She’d thought she was in control as she always managed a relationship, but Richard didn’t play by the rules. The Kiwi cop made them up as he went along.

“I dare you.”

The male was baiting her now. She sucked in a much-needed breath to attempt to focus on wresting back the situation. Her hands cupped her breasts and she pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Richard touched her but then she glanced down and caught his gaze. By the goddess! The next time she repeated the move, something volcanic erupted in her pussy. Arousal frisked every one of her nerve endings.

Richard settled his butt on the floor and leaned back against the bed, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched. His gaze strummed across her face, her breasts and lower.

This man… He… Hinekiri swallowed and let her hand drift downward, across her ribs and belly until it rested on her pubic bone.

“Go on,” he encouraged.

Hinekiri noticed the bulge at his groin and the frozen appearance of that smile. Although he appeared calm, he was feeling the heat of their love play. Her fingers slipped a fraction lower until she hit the delicate turquoise blue of her pussy lips. They parted easily to reveal the swollen hood of her clitoris. Hinekiri skimmed a forefinger across the tiny nub and felt the corresponding buzz. A soft sigh slid through her parted lips. “Just like that,” she whispered.

“You’re so wet and turned on.” Richard bounded to his feet without warning. “Hold that feeling,” he gritted out before scooping Hinekiri off her feet and dropping her in the center of the king-size bed. He unbuckled his belt and ripped down the zipper on his trousers. His cock burst free as he peeled both trousers and underwear down in one swift move. “Damn. Forgot the boots.” He sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced the boots before toeing them off. His black socks followed seconds later. He stood and kicked away the last of his clothing before approaching the bed, serious intent showing in his expression.

Hinekiri waggled her fingers and grinned to hide sudden nervousness. “Bring it on, sailor.”

“Oh I intend to. This one is going to happen my way. We can do kinky, alien stuff later.”

His husky words brought an image of them making love on the spaceship and using the hologram machine. She stored that one away for later. Kinky, alien stuff she could do with her hands tied behind her back. A giggle erupted. Literally speaking regarding the tying up. “Sounds good to me.”

Richard moved across the bed, the expression in his eyes sending a tremble through her, one of expectation. He parted her legs and guided his penis to her pussy without further preliminaries. With one seamless thrust he impaled her then stilled, a weird look on his face. “Tell me again we don’t need to worry about contraception or anything.”

“I visit the medical experts on a regular basis.” Hinekiri reveled in the sense of fullness as he stretched her pussy. She lifted her pelvis and smiled at the way his cock flexed inside her womb. “I have to since I travel to unexplored worlds. As to the other, my shots are up to date but I am at the upper age limit for bearing undergrowns. There is little danger involved.”

“Good to hear.” Richard withdrew before plunging deep again. Hinekiri’s muscles clamped down on his cock as he set up a rapid drive and withdraw that made her head reel. The pleasure, the sensations layered one on top of the other. And then he kissed her. Slowly and tenderly before making it as fast and furious as their loving. The sleek thrust of his tongue mirrored the pounding of his cock. Each push hit her needy clit, dragged at internal muscles, pushing her higher and higher.

Hinekiri gulped between kisses, the need to remember every touch and sensation burning within her. The weight of his muscled body moving within hers was so much better than sex alone with a hologram.
So much better.
The pleasurable sensations and the way he filled her so completely. The friction between their sweat-sheened bodies. The salty tang of his skin. The hint of wine from his magical mouth. Even the smells of heated bodies and arousal were memorable.

Her channel tightened at the next surge of his cock and his mouth moved down to her breast. The bed creaked in protest but he never hesitated. He took a turquoise nipple inside his warm mouth and drew hard at the same time he powered into her body. A prickling sensation radiated outward from her clitoris. It bloomed, growing bigger. Better.

She gasped and gripped his powerful shoulders as he continued to draw on her breast. Then, when she thought she couldn’t bear the pleasure-pain a second longer, her body exploded with a series of rapid spasms. She groaned, which seemed to act as a signal to Richard. He released her nipple with an audible pop then pounded into her before freezing, fully impaled with a massive groan and shudder of his body.

Hinekiri savored the weight of him, pressing her into the mattress, the trickle of perspiration that seeped between her breasts. Magic. Pure magic. Her body tingled from head to foot, although on second thought maybe that was because her blood circulation needed help. She wriggled and the tingling eased.

Richard groaned again before taking the hint, rolling over and pulling Hinekiri with him. She ended up sprawled across him while their lower limbs remained entwined, their bodies still joined. Her hair spread across his chest in a wild tangle. His arms came around her and he squeezed her tightly before smoothing his hand over her head and gently untangling her curls with his fingers. Hinekiri felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath her shoulder and knew—just knew—the experience had been magical for him too.

She lifted her head and smoothed his damp hair off his forehead. Richard grinned up at her.

“When I was younger I’d be ready to go again. The mind is willing but the flesh is a step or two behind.”

“A cuddle is fine with me, sailor.” More than fine. Hinekiri could count the number of times a male had cuddled her after bed sport on one hand.

Richard reached up to draw her head down. Their lips collided and he smiled against them before taking possession and kissing her tenderly. His cock jumped inside her pussy and Hinekiri sighed. By the goddess, this male was a keeper.

* * * * *

“Do ya have any food?”

The click of claws drew closer to the bed. Richard was sure he’d shut the door then remembered he’d gone out to grab a snack in the middle of the night. He cracked open his eyes and saw he was face-to-face with two furry muzzles and a gazillion sharp white teeth. He backed up to the middle of the bed in a hurry.

“Food. Do ya have any?” Killer demanded.

Hinekiri stirred on the other side of the bed. She sat up, the bedcovers falling to her waist. “I’ll order some from the restaurant.”

“No clothes,” Killer yipped, holding one paw over Harry’s eyes. “Harry and I young. Impressionable. You need set good example.”

Richard chuckled. “Go out and let us get dressed. Then we’ll think about food.”

“Okay.” Killer barked at Harry and they trotted from the room.

“Luke is never going to believe this.” Richard’s brows drew together when he replayed the events of the last few days through his mind in a slow-moving movie. Of course, some of it was private, but other parts he couldn’t wait to discuss. Talking dogs. Spaceships with zero-gravity rooms. Nah, maybe he’d censor that last bit. His mind took a slight detour to factor in Janaya, Hinekiri’s niece, and a slow grin bloomed. “Maybe he will since he already knows about Killer.” He reached across the bed and lunged at Hinekiri, caging her within his arms, trapping her flat on the mattress before she could move. Lowering his head, he stopped with their lips a whisper apart. An almost kiss and all the promise it entailed.

She grinned, a toothy grin that brought an answering smile. “Hold that thought, sailor. We need to get moving. I organized a game drive this morning.” She glanced at the bedside clock. “We have half an hour to make it to reception.”

“A kiss first.”

Hinekiri closed the gap and took possession of his lips, nibbling and licking until his cock went through a series of enthusiastic morning push-ups.

“Well hello, sailor!”

Of course, she’d notice. Richard coughed to clear his throat but that made his cock jump and push slyly against Hinekiri’s silky skin. “I thought we were going on a game drive.”

“We are. Like I said—hold the enthusiasm for later.” Hinekiri lightly bit his neck before bounding from the bed to smirk in his direction. “I’m going to have a five-second shower. She scampered into the en suite while Richard gathered up clothes and followed more leisurely. A sense of acute anticipation fizzled through him—excitement at the thought of seeing Africa at closer quarters and exhilaration at spending more time with Hinekiri.

Adventure.

Yep, summed it up in one word.

Fifteen frantic minutes later, they wandered down the footpath to reception. Small lamps lit the way, piercing the pitch-black of early morning. The distant roar of a big cat sent excitement skittering down Richard’s spine.

Outside reception, a man dressed in a khaki shirt and trousers leaned against the fender of a Land Rover. When he saw them, he straightened. “Morning, madam. Sir. My name is Samuel. I am your driver this morning. Are you ready to go?”

“I’ll just grab some snack packs from the restaurant.” Hinekiri trotted inside while Richard wondered how to approach the subject of taking a purple dog and her hyena friend along on the drive.

“One of you can sit in the front with me or you can both sit in the back,” Samuel said.

“I’ll take the front.” Richard pulled his jacket across his chest to cut the morning chill. Since it was still dark, maybe Hinekiri could let the two canines into the vehicle without the driver seeing. Of course, that wouldn’t work so well when daylight gave the driver a good view of his passengers. Hell, this plan didn’t look good. He opened his door and slid into the passenger seat while Samuel opened the rear door for Hinekiri.