“I’ve been thinking about this since you left.” He rolled over her, settling between her legs. “Thinking about you. What you sound like when you come. What you feel like around me.”
“Show me.”
He slid into her slowly this time. This time, there was no rush. No urgency or desperation. Just the long, sweet glide of him filling her up while his eyes stayed locked on hers. She sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper.
“I love you,” he said, and started to move.
It was different. Tender. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath mingling with hers, every thrust deep and deliberate.
“I love you,” she said back. “I love you, I love you?—”
He kissed her, swallowing the words, and they moved together in the quiet darkness of the ship. The pleasure built slowly this time, winding tighter with every stroke until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
They came at the same moment, her cry muffled against his shoulder and his groan vibrating through her chest.
He stayed inside her after, both of them too wrung out to move.
She rested her head on his chest. His hand moved through her hair, slow and rhythmic.
“Fred’s going to have opinions about this,” she murmured.
“Fred can keep them to himself.”
She smiled against his skin. Her split lip stung, but she didn’t care.
This was the place she’d been trying to get to. It had never been about the family company, or her father’s approval, or proving Kian wrong.
It had always been about here. This man.
Home.
18
Chapter 17
Denaris station had that same old smell of recycled coffee and stale air that most stations had. Cait adjusted the collar of her jacket—the deep blue and silver, the registered colors of CR Transport, the new company she’d registered three days ago—and checked the time on her dataflex. She had to admit, she was getting used to the thing. And, no matter how much Fred grumbled about it, the Latharian tech they’d been integrating was pretty slick. She’d been able to get more done in the last few days than she ever would have before. Which was a good thing because until she could recruit more people, she was essentially flying solo.
Well, apart from Fred, of course.
“Ready for this?” A deep voice asked, and she turned to smile up at Raaze. He’d wanted to wear his new uniform, or something menacing and intimidating, but she’d talked him out of it. Instead, he wore a dark suit that still strained across his shoulders and somehow made him look even more intimidating. She couldn’t figure out how the hell he did it.
She rolled her shoulder and nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Raaze pushed off the wall as they headed for the wide, double doors of the tribunal chamber. They were the first case to be heard today, which suited her just fine. She wanted this over and done with, then she could move on with her life with her new…
She glanced down at the diamond-encrusted band on her finger, then cast a glance at Raaze. What did she call him? Her husband? Her mate? She didn’t know and right now she didn’t care. He was hers, and that was all that mattered. Their footsteps echoed off the floor of the corridor as they walked, and she leaned in toward Raaze.
“Remember,” she murmured as they reached the door. “Mouth shut.”
“You’ve mentioned that.”
“I’m mentioning it again.”
He’s sulking, Fred commented over the ship link. His jaw is doing that thing.
“I am not sulking,” Raaze growled, turning to look at his reflection in one of the polished steel panels on the door. “And what do you mean, my jaw is doing that thing? What thing? My jaw does not do any ‘thing’?”
“His jaw is definitely doing the thing,” she agreed. “It’s a look. It’s cute.”