The Wildcat and the Doctor (3 page)

“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 cubicle, 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.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips blazing a trail along her throat. “Just let go. Give it up. I want to feel you, see you as you come all over my cock...”

His words triggered something in her. Her responses became unrestrained, those of a woman on the verge of throwing herself off a cliff. One he was driving her towards with a single-mindedness that left her panting between sharp cries and moans.

Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of his hair, the silky strands almost slipping through her fingers, and tugged until he looked at her. He seemed to sense what she wanted. Even if he didn’t, he would have found out as she pulled him down for a scorching hot kiss. Caught up in the fire that blazed out of control between them, she fused her mouth to his, kissing him deeply as the tension within her coiled tighter and tighter.

Tearing her mouth away from his, she panted, breathing hard as she arched and thrust up to meet him as he drove into her. She stared deep into his amazing golden-green eyes, her gaze locked with his as he took her, possessed her completely.

Then, between one stroke and the next, it was too much. The tension within reached its breaking point, holding for one long glorious moment of anticipation. He moved, surged into her, all primal male and heat, and she was lost. The coil broke, and she shattered into a million pieces like starlight scattered across the night sky.

Tossing her head back she let go even as she clung to him. A feminine cry of release echoed off the walls of the small room as she came. Deep inside, the tremors took hold as her pussy tightened and rippled with pleasure and clenched around his cock. Still he didn’t let up, plunging into her hard and fast until she screamed his name, almost incoherent.

As though the sound had been what he was waiting for, his movements lost their smooth rhythm and became more visceral, more... raw. With a deep groan he thrust into her one last time and stiffened as he came. Hard and fast, like the man himself. His cock pulsed deep within her, and she gasped as his white-hot seed coated her inner walls, setting off more waves of pleasure within.

Long moments passed with them still locked together intimately, skin to skin, matching breath for breath. He pulled back to look down at her, and in that instant, she felt a connection almost soul deep in its intensity.

It stole her breath, left her speechless, as did the strong orgasmic aftershock shuddering through her. Coherent thought seemed beyond her. In fact, the only thoughts swirling around in her passion-clouded mind revolved around him taking her again. Over and over. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile as that particular idea took hold.

Retakes.

“That was...” He seemed lost for words, his voice trailing off as he leaned down to rub his nose against hers gently. A soft move she hadn’t expected from her tough warrior. “You’re amazin--”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. A sound from the main medbay froze them both in their tracks.

A male voice, singing off-key, had Tess’ eyes widening in alarm. “It’s Hoku, one of the medics,” she whispered quickly, recognizing the voice. If he got any louder, anyone within hearing range would find their ears bleeding.

Day’s expression set in determination just as the singing swelled in noise level.. Crap, if Hoku came any closer, he was going to realize there was something going on. The cubicles never had the curtains pulled unless someone was in them and, helpful as he was, of course Hoku would check it out to see if he could be of assistance.

And get more of an eyeful than he expected, and way more than Tess wanted.

“Fuck, hold on,” Day muttered.

He moved quicker than she expected anyone his size to. He pulled from her to yank the curtains around and kill the lights, while she scrambled to get her clothes. Then she remembered Day had trashed them. Her pants were less garment and more cleaning rags now.

“Shit...” she breathed, holding them up as Day vaulted back over the bed. Before she could say a word, he dropped a heavy hand on her shoulder and shoved her down into a crouch. Behind them, perilously close to the door, Hoku was warbling about lost loves and broken hearts.

“I’ll distract him. My place after. I’ll be waiting,” her warrior whispered, his voice low and delicious as he pressed a keycard into her hand then leaned forward for a brief, hard kiss.

“Alright. I’ll see you there,” she told him, her gaze sweeping over him from head to toe and back up again. Already she had managed to pull her bra and lace thong back on. She was a bit wobbly on her feet, as her legs were still weak, but it didn’t hamper her too much. Yanking on the shirt, she made quick work of the buttons, then bent down to pilfer a pair of scrub pants from a draw in the base of the bed.