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I still was. “You are very distracting.”

“Good. Now, how do you get out of a move like this?” He came at me low again, trying to leverage our body weights, butthis move was known to me. I brought my arm under where he wanted it until we were fighting for the dominant grip. He was almost as strong as me, and I had to work to force his arm away, trapping it, and letting my weight take him to the mat, our faces inches apart.

Something hard dug into my thigh, and Garrison groaned, his whole body tensing. “Sorry. I can’t control it around you.” His breath came in short bursts of heat, caressing my mouth.

Sharp pulses of need sparked through my cunt. “No?”

“No. But I think you know that.” His voice was nothing but grit. “Ihopeyou know that.”

A growl built in my chest, ready to surge out with the feverish need straining inside me. “Are you hard for me, Garrison?”

“Fuck. Yes.” His dark eyes flicked to my mouth and lingered. “I really want to kiss you, Shohari. Is that a thing kri’ith do?”

My stomach swooped. “Yes. But our mouths are different.”

Kissing wasn’t something I often indulged in during casual liaisons. Skyk, I hadn’t thought this through, but thinking wasn’t what I wanted, kissing was.Hewas.

Don’t think. Don’t think.

“We’ll make it work,” he murmured, and pressed his lips to mine.

Garrison was soft and hot and tasted so good, and it had been too long since I’d kissed anyone.

I groaned into his mouth as we took testing, nipping kisses, finding the right way to slant our mouths together, to mesh our lips together, until his tongue sought the seam of my lips, asking for entry. Desire surged through me, and I tangled my tongue with his, shifting on top of him, the large ridge of his cock beneath me.

We sparred with hungry kisses. His hands roved up my back and through my headspines; mine stroked his soft, soft mane,cupped his face, the scratch of stubble teasing the softness of my palm.

His hands went to my hips, and he moaned into my mouth, grinding his cock against me. A burst of pleasure, an answering groan from deep in my chest. A burst of shock.

I wanted to fuck him.

I could easily fuck him, and damn the consequences.

I’m not in control.

I can’t not be in control.

I wrenched my lips from his with a gasp. It was almost physically painful to get up and put distance between us, but I had to. My body screamed at me to go back, but there were good reasons why I needed to get out of there, and I couldn’t remember what they were with him so close, so hot, so tempting.

I drank in the sight of him one more time, his beautiful, muscular body, the lines of tattoos I’d not yet traced. The blush of his lips that begged for more kisses. The straining cock barely contained in my shorts.

The confusion and hurt in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Garrison. I—”

I didn’t know what else to say, so I left.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

We're going to need more chrya

Shohari

WATER WAS Aprecious commodity on a ship, especially a smaller one like theDorimisa. That was why only the captain’s quarters had a running water shower, and that was why I usually used one of the sonic or steam showers instead.

I’d been under the cold water for ten minutes. It bit into my skin like icy pinpricks, around and through my flattened headspines, freezing me so much all I could do was sway on unsteady feet.

I hated that I was shivering but my clit still throbbed.