Saving Sara: Warriors Of Kelon Book 5 (6 page)

Thoughts of not being good
enough for him flickered through her brain,
then
she
squashed them like a pesky bug, knowing how he always chastised her when she thought
negatively about herself.

Maybe it wasn’t her, but him
holding back? This made more sense. He was a doctor, after all, and he put her
well-being above his own. Sara grinned with the thought. It was so like him. It
made sense.

Well, she would make sure the
good doctor would be properly rewarded. Her smile fell when she realized this
was all it could ever be. The urge to return home thrummed through her, yet an
ache developed when she thought of how she would also have to give up ever
seeing, touching, or hearing
Solron’s
voice again.

Live in the here and now. Worry not about the future,
for it could all end in an instant.
Her time with the
Xersons
taught her many hard
lessons. She pushed the ugly thoughts from her mind, instead bringing up
Solron’s
face, and focusing on how she was going to seduce
him.

Oh cripes, what if he already has a girlfriend?
He never mentioned one during any of their long talks
when she talked about memories of her home.

She would have to ask first.
She nodded to the ceiling before turning onto her side.
And if he has a girlfriend?
The
thought suddenly depressed her.

Because
he has someone other than you?
Shut up, stupid brain.

The door swished open and the
object of her desire walked though. His penetrating gaze swept over her lying
on the bed. She sat up when the door whispered shut behind him.

She tilted her head to study
him in his black uniform. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, the base is empty.”

Thank goodness for that.
“You look tense.” He always did after coming back
from searching a
starbase
. Sitting up further, she
dragged her legs over the edge and stood up, walking toward him.

He didn’t protest when she
took his hand. “Go shower, the hot water will ease some of your stress.” She
walked him through their quarters and into the bathroom.

“Are you alright? Any panic
attacks while I was gone?”

She smiled at him
confidently. “No, none, but I was having other thoughts.”

Curiosity and heat flared in
his eyes; just as quickly he masked it. “What kind of thoughts?”

Her smile broadened.
I
knew it! He does want me
. “Shower first,
then
I
will show you.”
Tell him, show him.
She crossed her fingers behind her back, praying he wouldn’t reject her.

She let his hand go.

He stood studying her for a
moment, as if trying to figure out what she was up to.

“Go on then, hurry.”

He turned. The door to the
bathroom opened, then softly whooshed closed behind him. She knew little about
men; all she had to draw on were memories from romance books she read and
movies she watched. Surely, it couldn’t be that hard. More than anything, she
wanted to do this. She wanted
Solron
—
for as long
as I can.

Chapter 5

Show
him?
What was his little star shine up to?
Damn the fire demons!
Even the icy blast of water sliding down his
body did nothing to ease the sexual tension raging through him, making him ache
painfully. How could he step outside the bathing room, knowing that if he
touched her, he would not stop until he did something stupid like kiss her,
then push her down on the bed and claim her? The secret smile she gave him only
made things worse.

She knew nothing about
Kelon
sexual practices. How sex was only for claiming and
procreation. She could not have younglings. Still, it did not quell his desire
for her.

He knew other
Kelons
who had broken with tradition and mated with humans,
such was their desire for their females.
Solron
now
understood why: his need for Sara overwhelmed his practical senses.

Stepping from the stall he
glanced about the small bathing chamber. Fool, he left his fresh clothing out in
the quarters; normally he would take them in with him and make sure he covered the
lower half of his body. He had been so blindsided by her, he struggled to think
rationally.

Wrapping the towel around his
waist, he knew he could not delay any longer or she would think something was
wrong. He never wanted to worry her. He would gather his clothes then retreat
to take care of his aching cock. Yes, a simple, easy plan.

He stepped out and she sat on
the end of the bed, her pale legs dangling over the side. He wanted to fall
onto his knees and skim his hands over them, touching her soft perfect skin, then
push up the oversized shirt to her rounded hips. Oh, he knew every part of her.
After all he had bathed her and treated her, but it was not enough, he wanted
to touch anew and taste.

His mouth watered at the
thought of what she would taste like. Her gaze raked over him. Shock rocketed
through him to see her eyes darkened with…desire?
Surely not?

“Did I ever tell you that I
think you are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen?” Her voice was a low purr.

“Fires of
Elron
,
Sara, do not say such things to me,” he choked out. He gripped the side of the
door to stop himself from advancing any further.

“Why not?
It’s true.”

Gracefully, she slipped off the
bed. Even through the baggy black material, the sway of her hips mesmerized
him. He glanced up, taking in the soft swell of her breasts.

“There is only so much a man,
even I can take, I…”

“You want me. I’ve noticed
that. I’m not blind.”

She met his gaze, standing
but a hair’s breadth from him, her scent invading his senses, her heat so
near…all he needed to do was reach out and—

“I am sorry, I never meant—”

“It’s okay, I want you, too.
Unless you have a girlfriend or someone waiting for you back on
Kelon
?”

“No, I do not.” It was far
more complicated than that, but she did not need to know.

“Good, it makes doing this so
much easier.”

The pillow softness of her
breasts pressed against his chest. She slid both hands up over his shoulders
and tugged the back of his neck.

He stared at her lips. The
pink of her tongue swiped over them, leaving
a sheen
of moisture. He was weak and helpless against her, allowing her to pull him
down.

Her lips touched his. He
stood rod-still, not knowing what to do, how to react. Then the supernova went off
in his mind and rocketing through his body. He wrapped his arms around her soft
body,
then
pulled her tighter against him, inhaling
her scent deeply. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, spearing his tongue
past her lips.

The sweet, wet, hot flavor of
her made him moan— more addictive than any drug.

More
,
I need more.

His tongue met hers, rolled
and collided, danced and sparred, the heat spreading, intensifying. Moans
filled the room. He pressed her tighter against his body, wanting, needing to
be closer to her, melt into her soul.

Pleasure thrummed through him
making his scalp tingle as her soft fingers moved, tangling in his hair and
tugging. The hardened beads of her nipples pressed against his chest, scorching
him with welcome heat.

“More,” he groaned into her
mouth.

“Yes, oh yes,” she panted
back.

“I do not want to hurt you.
Do not let me hurt you.” The fear was there, but he could not bring himself to
stop, to pull away. They should not be doing this, for her sake and for his
sanity.

“You will never hurt me.
Stopping is the only thing that will hurt me.”

She grabbed his towel,
shoving it off his hip. It fell carelessly to the floor.

He lifted her, barely aware
of his feet moving until he lowered them both to the bed, needing to have her
under him. Her legs parted and he pressed his erection against her center.

Sucking in lungs full of
much-needed air,
Solron
knew he could not stop. It
would tear him to pieces to do so, but he would not hurt her.

A groan left her lips, the
pressure of her fingers in his hair mirroring the urgency and need thrumming
through him.

“Please,” she pleaded.

He could not deny her;
willingly, he gave her what she wanted. He needed to possess her. Own her.
Taking everything.
Giving
everything.

He never understood his desire
and still did not understand it, but he could not bring himself to care. The
moment their tongues intertwined, he did not resist. He simply gave in.

Sara writhed in his hold, the
decadent heat of her skin teasing his palms. She was undiluted pleasure in his
arms.

They should not be doing
this. “This is not right.” But he could not stop.

“Yes, so wrong, don’t stop.”

Her hands skimmed over his
chest, silvery-blue eyes burning bright with her desire. The scent of her
arousal wafted into the air—a heady, maddening aphrodisiac.

“How can you want me after—
”

“After so
much pain?
It’s why I need you.
Show me pleasure,
Solron
. Help me forget the pain.
Give me new wonderful memories to replace the bad ones.”

Show her pleasure. He
groaned, pressing his ridged forehead plates against her smooth brow. His hands
skimmed up the oh-so-soft skin of her arms, moving them lower, pushing apart
their bodies to grab the material of her shirt,
then
peeling
it up. She let go of him to raise her arms, and he rid her of the offending
garment.

Her skin was creamy and pale.
His hands began roaming, every new touch increasing their fervency. He cupped
her breasts, her nipples beading under his palm and he moaned.

“I wish they were bigger,”
she whispered breathlessly.

Her
breasts?
“Why?”

“Men like bigger.”

He lifted himself from her to
gaze down at them. Her nipples were the prettiest shade of pink he had ever
seen. They flowed into the palm of his hand and he gently squeezed them.
Everything about her was pure pleasure.

“They are perfect. You are
perfect.
So beautiful.”

“
Th
-thank you.”

He bent his head and sucked
one of the little buds harder than he intended. A gasp escaped her, but she
tangled her fingers in his hair and held him against her.

He switched his attention
from one to the other,
laving
them equally, until
goose bumps broke out over her skin, and breathy groans fell from her lips
interwoven with his name, and pleas for mercy—for more.

Solron
had never possessed or touched a female in an
intimate way, still he had a driving instinct to touch, taste,
possess
Sara. He would find a way to please her and pleasure
her. Because making her come was not simply a desire, her orgasm was a
necessity.

Her pleasure was his pleasure
and that was just the way it was.

Touch…taste…yes, taste. He
straightened, meshing their lips. He had to taste her again.

He wanted to go slowly, savor
every inch of her,
learn
what she liked and what she
did not. But with just a kiss and a few caresses, the passion between them went
supernova. Her roaming hands clutched and her nails scraped. He rubbed his
aching erection between her legs and she
arched
into
every slide.

Their kissing never slowed,
their tongues continually rolling, seeking, demanding. He cupped her ass and
slammed her against him, as the rubbing became a frantic seeking.

Solron
worked his way down her throat, nipping, licking,
sucking, until he reached her nipple, and then his other hand slid between the
junction of her legs finding her hot and wet. His groan echoed throughout the
room.

Tenderness abandoned, he
sucked her nipple into his mouth and thrust a finger deep into her sex.

A cry left her rending the
air. Every muscle in his body clenched, savoring the sensation. Holy Fires of
Elron
, she clasped him tight. Seed leaked from the duel
slits in his cock. He was hungry for her, for this, for more. He added a second
finger moving in and out, in and out. She writhed, begging for more.

Sara’s head thrashed left and
right. “So close… Just a little more…and I’ll… I have to… I need… Please!”