Page 57 of Tempting Cargo

“Come on, in you go.”

“We could shower together,mitsha.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea either.”

If someone had told me kri’ith could transform from stark scariness to innocent puppy, I’d have laughed, but somehow Shohari managed it, from the curve of her smile, to the tilt of her head and her wide-eyed gaze. “But I might fall down in the shower. Because I’m drunk. Remember?”Her bright amethyst crystals blinked out, as if she batted her non-existent eyelashes.

Give me strength.

I dragged a hand down my face. “You, Shohari, are a bit of a brat when you’re drunk. Fine, but we’re just showering.”

I wriggled out of my clothes until I was in my underwear.

Shohari had already stripped naked—nearly. She jumped around, trying to pull the last bit of her leggings over her foot, almost falling in the process.

I caught her. Her skin was hot under my hands, and I groaned. Such a bad idea.

“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck again, Garrison?” She stroked my stiffening dick through the thin fabric. “This tells me you do.”

Oh, I did. All I wanted was to hold her close, bury my aching length in her tight cunt, and stay locked together all night. “Not when we’re drunk, sweetheart, remember?”

“But we only have two more nights.”

I swallowed. “Then maybe we shouldn’t have drunk so much on one of them.”

She stepped back, shielding her body with her arms, tugging on her headspines. “Skyk.”

“No regrets. I’ve really enjoyed tonight.” Almost like we were a regular couple out on a date. “Anyway, would you have told me about your family otherwise?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m glad you told me. I mean it, you know. I want to help if I can.”

“You can’t.” Her eyes shuttered. “In the shower. Now.”

It was a strange blessing that we didn’t both fit into the small cubicle. Instead of the sonic shower I was expecting, the captain’s quarters had real running water. We could have stood still, not touching, as ultrasonic waves cleaned our bodies, but under the water? All that moving, touching, cleaning? The tension would have been too much; the slightest thing would have broken the dam.

I set her on the bed before I took a turn myself, making it quick. Showers made it too easy to think. Whatever we had between us was so potent yet fragile. I knew, logically, we only had two days, but I couldn’t believe it was all we’d get. Ithadto be more than this.

“Pleeeaaase can we have sex?” Shohari stood naked in the centre of the room, and my dick immediately tented the small towel wrapped round my hips.

It was killing me to keep saying no, but I didn’t want her to stop asking. I loved hearing how much she wanted me. “No.”

“Remind me why we can’t?”

I took a long, deep breath. “Because we’re drunk and horny, likely to get stuck again, and I don’t want you to accidentally pull my balls off.”

“I would never.” She crossed the distance and draped herself around me. “They feel so good in my curl.”

The memory flooded back in, my dick buried deep, her body consuming all of me. How was I supposed to resist her when she wasright here?

I twisted away, aching. “You can feel that?”

“Of course. And I can squeeze them nice and tight. I was gentle with you earlier.”

Damn.

“Okay, so we’re definitely not taking the risk. My balls are precious.” I moved away to put my boxers on and jerked my head at the clothes on her unmade bed, assuming they were nightwear.