The Ruins of Karzelek (The Mandrake Company series Book 4) (45 page)

“
That’s good to know. Are you babbling like a teenage virgin because you’re nervous? Or are you always this chatty when there’s a nearly naked woman on your bed?” She smiled to take any edge from her teasing; in truth, she was relieved he seemed nervous. It made her feel more comfortable in her own skin—and with him. This was a friend, nervous and a little shy, not the kind of handsome cad who would sniff disdainfully at her in a bar and turn his back. He might have the looks, but his allergies and a miserable childhood had probably saved him from turning into a cad. She decided he wouldn’t appreciate it if she praised the parasite that had infected his mother during his gestation.

“
I don’t have naked women on my bed that often,” Sedge said after he had contemplated the question for a while. “Security frowns upon the crew bringing outsiders aboard. Which reminds me. How did you get in here? Not that I mind. I don’t. At all. Even remotely.” He laid his hand on her bare thigh, smiling down at her.

“
I asked Val to bring me up.” She watched his hand sliding along the outside of her thigh, the light touch sending a shiver of pleasure through her. “The less you know about her new Number Seven commitment, the happier you’ll probably be.”

He tilted his head, a perplexed wrinkle to his brow, but he didn’t ask for clarification.

Kalish laid her hand on
his
thigh, letting him know she would be happy if they stopped talking and started touching in earnest now. It seemed as if she had been waiting ages for this, that the night she had admired his lean torso in the tent had been months ago, not days ago.

Sedge lay down on the bed in front of her, turning on his side to face her, letting his hand slide from her thigh to her waist, then brushing the curve of her breast as he brought it higher. Her body was alive to his touch, and everywhere his fingers roamed, they left trails of fire that sent a mixture of heat and chills through her. She reached out to him, assured this time that nobody would see them pawing at each other in the back of the shuttle. She took her time tracing the hard curve of his shoulder, running her fingernails down the swell of his pectoral muscle and the ridges of his abdomen, tempted to trace the same route with her tongue. Would it be too soon? They hadn’t even kissed yet.

His swollen shaft appeared quite ready for more, but there was nothing frenzied or rushed about his touch. He gazed into her eyes while stroking her body, strong fingers grazing her sensitive skin, rousing her from head to toe and all points in between.

“
Are you taken care of, for, uhm, contraceptive purposes?” Sedge asked. “Or do you need me to—”

Kalish touched a finger to his lips. “Taken care of, yes. I’m not ready to tote a baby along while spelunking in caverns.”

“
Good. Me either.”

Finally, he eased closer, leaning his face toward hers. Kalish opened her mouth, longing for a return to the kiss they had shared on the bridge, one that would not be interrupted this time. Their lips touched, warm and enthusiastic. None of his earlier nervousness showed in his sure kisses, and she found herself pressing herself closer to him as his tongue stroked hers. His erection nudged her thigh, reminding her that she still had her panties on. Maybe she should make those go away. But she was enjoying touching him and was reluctant to take her hands from his warm skin.

“
One soul inhabiting two bodies,” he whispered, breaking their kiss for long enough to look into her eyes. Measuring her reaction? Her only thought was that she didn’t want him to stop, but she managed to fish the origins of the quote from memory.

“
Aristotle. But I think he was talking about friendship.”

“
I hope we’re friends.” Sedge smiled, kissing her again.

“
That spear jabbing me in the thigh wants to be more than friends.”

“
I hope it’s not bothering you.”

She let her hand travel southward, daring to take him in her hand, rubbing her thumb along its engorged length and smiling with satisfaction when he gasped. “Not at all. I’ve been looking forward to wielding it again.”

She rolled her eyes at the cheesy line, but he was busy rolling his eyes for different reasons. For the first time, some of his control seemed to slip, and the touch of his hands grew hungrier, more demanding. He kissed her again, his lips devouring hers. His eagerness heated her to a greater degree, and her kisses were just as hungry.

His lips drifted away from hers, which she might have protested, but his mouth lowered to her neck, and he nuzzled her with his nose and face, even as he nipped softly at her tender flesh. She groaned, pushing toward him, her nipples brushing his chest. She breathed in his essence, nothing of artificial fragrances, only the pure, manly scent of him, and it incensed her. Or maybe his light nips were doing that as he followed her throat to her collarbone. She let her head loll back, enjoying the sensations but stroking him even as he kissed her. He slipped her bra straps down, and she wriggled on the bed, quick to help him remove the garment. She wanted her panties off too, wanted his hard body between her legs.

As if reading her mind, one of his hands stroked in that direction, tugging down the waistband even as he found her nipple for the first time with his lips. This time she groaned, arching toward him, torn between wanting more attention to her breasts and wanting to help him buck those panties off. He managed to slide them off as easily as if he were stealing passwords from enemy computer banks—or her own computer banks for that matter. She smiled, pushing her fingers through his hair and relishing the attention of his lips, no longer pained by the memory of his intrusion. Now she simply found his quick mind arousing. Or maybe that was his mouth that was arousing her. The underside of his tongue slid over her sensitive peaks, and she gasped at the exquisite sensation. When his hand found the moist heat between her legs, her gasp turned into a plea, or it would have been if she could manage anything articulate.

His thumb slipped between her lower lips, and her fingers tightened in his hair. She pressed into his hand. With her body a hot tangle of electrified nerves, she could scarcely decide whether she wanted to thrust her breasts at him—or her groin. He pleasured both with his deft touch, until she was gasping for air, her belly slick with sweat and quivering, her muscles begging for release.

“
Sedge,” she moaned, a hitch in her breath. She could barely get his name out. “I want you in me.” She had released him earlier, letting her hands rub and stroke his entire body with abandon, but she found his erect shaft now, sliding her thumb over the head, guiding him toward her.

He came willingly, returning his lips to her mouth and kissing her ardently while he positioned himself atop her. His swollen thickness nudged her, and she spread herself, welcoming him into her. At first, he was slow, careful, but she dug her fingers into his back, needing more of him, faster and harder. He eagerly complied, and she rose toward him with each stroke, taking him into her fully, relishing the way he rubbed inside of her. Had she the breath for it, she might have voiced the joke that tickled her mind—that it wasn’t his
soul
that was inhabiting two bodies—but she was too busy panting, the building urgency within her matching his. He lowered his thumb to brush the engorged flesh between her lower lips, and her release washed over her like floodwater bursting from a dam. A moment later, it was his turn, and he gazed into her eyes, the intensity of his passion and his regard filling her with emotion even as he came, his liquid heat pumping into her.

Kalish reached up, cradling his face, and pulled him down for a tender kiss. Tears surprised her by welling in her eyes, though she recognized the feelings right away. She didn’t want this to be her only time with him. She couldn’t let it end after tonight.

“
Are you all right?” he whispered, brushing his thumb across the moisture at the corner of her eyes. “My spear wasn’t too spear-y, was it?”

The silly words surprised a giggle from her. She shook her head. “No, it was perfect. Come closer.” She brushed short damp hair away from his forehead, then wrapped her arms around him again.

He didn’t seem to want to lie on top of her, but compromised by pulling her over atop him and dragging the blanket over them. She snuggled against his chest and kissed him, relishing the moment, just in case he rejected the offer that she planned to share with him.

“
I want you to come with me, Sedge,” she said, feeling vulnerable as she spoke, afraid he wouldn’t care as much as she did, but somewhat bolstered by the way he had looked into her eyes as he came, by the passion there. Maybe even the love, or what could become love one day. “On my ship,” she added, when his brow wrinkled. “To help hunt for treasures.”

He gazed up at her, rubbing her back absently, but not saying a word. Did that mean he had rejection on his mind and didn’t want to hurt her feelings? Or was he maybe intrigued by the idea?

“
It would challenge you mentally, in the same way being an intelligence officer would,” she went on. “And you were so amazing this week, I would love to have you as a part of a crew all the time. And...” She kissed him again, then kissed his throat, enjoying the taste of his warm, damp skin and inhaling his scent, afraid she wouldn’t get to do so again. “I would love to share a bed with you every night as well.”

Sedge’s hand stilled on her back. “You want me to leave the company?”

“
You don’t have to answer now,” Kalish rushed to say, not wanting to hear it if the answer would be no. “I just wanted to let you know that if that’s something you’ve ever thought of... I’d have a place for you.” She thought about giving a saucy wink and adding, “And your spear,” but that had been cheesy the first time. She refrained, instead resting her chin on his chest and watching his face, trying to gauge whether he was at all intrigued. She shouldn’t push, but a thought came to her, and she couldn’t help but add, “I could get one of those fancy incinerating air purifiers for the ship.”

“
Oh, well now I
am
interested.”

She chuckled softly and was about to lay her cheek against his shoulder and think of sleep, but she caught him looking at her, the corners of his mouth turned upward.

“
Really?” she asked.

“
Really.”

* * *

Sedge stood against the wall in the
Albatross’s
briefing room with Kalish at his side, her hand wrapped in his. He kept telling himself that he should let her go, but he had not been able to manage it, neither at their late breakfast that morning, nor now, at this private meeting to which they had been summoned. The captain stood at the head of the large wooden table in the center of the room, the only warm and inviting furnishing on the ship. His arms were folded over his chest, while his most intimidating glare rode his face. Even though the glare was not directed at him, Sedge couldn’t help but worry about the moment when he explained that he would like to leave the company. He would get
more
than a glare then.

The earnest young soldier floating in a holodisplay above the table kept licking his lips nervously, uncomfortable under the captain’s stare.

“
Yes, sir. I’ll tell him,” the soldier said, clearly relieved to end his part of the conversation.

“
Blackwell,” Mandrake said, after the man disappeared from the comm pickup. She and Sedge were the only other ones who had been called to this meeting. “You willing to trade one of those engines? I need a bargaining chip.”

Kalish nodded. “I was expecting to have to give at least one up regardless. But I have to warn you that I already tried bargaining with Commodore Parsons.”

“
While he had you surrounded and at his mercy?”

“
Technically... yes.”

“
We’re in a better position now. I know the man. He has a passion for Old Earth. He has models of ancient sailing ships in his cabin, along with maps and star system charts from the area. He has to be intrigued by—”

The holodisplay stirred as someone new stepped into view. Commodore Parsons.

Kalish’s grip tightened on Sedge’s hand. They were off to the side, so the man should not see them, but he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“
Captain Mandrake,” Parsons said. His mouth twisted. “That’s always hard to stomach. When soldiers leave the Fleet and promote themselves to officer status.”

“
The civilian designation for the owner of a spaceship
is
captain,” Mandrake said dryly.