Page 18 of The Interdimensional Lord's Earthly Delight

He frowned. He’d first encountered her here, but he’d also…

She turned a circle beneath the skylight, pulling him with her, out of his chaotic thoughts. “Not a single flower.” She soundeddisappointed.

He cast a wary eye upward. “Last night,” he said slowly, “in the sky above us, there was a…”

She diverted her gaze to him. “The black hole. Yeah. You can’t always see it because of the spin of the station.”

He swallowed, tasting the aftermath of the alcohol. He preferred the taste of her.

She must have seen his disquiet, if not understood the reason for it, because she steppedcloser to him, not letting go of his hand. “It’s weird at first, seeing it out there and knowing it could rip apart this whole station without a single weapon, just because of what it is. But the engines keep us in a high orbit, out of reach.”

He’d been out of reach…

He lifted their joined hands to his brow. “Lishelle.”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “It freaks me out too.” She leaned into him andbrushed her lips across his.

There were no flowers, but the memory of her perfumed scent as she’d opened her thighs to his touch was all he needed.

He gently twisted their linked hands to the small of her back and pulled her to him. Having her close calmed the strange mystification in him, filled a hollow he couldn’t quite explain. He slanted his mouth across hers, tracing his tongue over thethick, lush curve of her lower lip. She opened to him sweetly, as if she were one of the missing flowers, and he deepened the kiss.

Her moan reverberated through him, shattering any hold he had on his control. He crushed her to his chest, no space left between them. Since she was tall enough, even when he bent her back, the strong arc of her body didn’t significantly alter their perfect alignment.She twined her free arm behind his neck, holding him as fiercely as he held her.

She tilted back just a little farther, and their lips parted with a sibilant smack. The dazzle in her dark eyes gratified him more than seemed proper in a public hallway.

As if she’d read his mind, her fingers tightened in his hair. “You aren’t tossing up my skirts again here.”

“You’re wearing pants anyway,” hepointed out.

“That will make it harder.” But her impish smile was a challenge.

“Where then?”

“My bed.”

“Take me there.” The demand in his voice lacked all finesse when several key tenets of the God of Beloveds included wooing.

He would have to do that later.

She twisted away from him gracefully, but their hands at her back were still joined and she towed him down one of the corridors.

If he’d been asked to retrace his steps, he doubted he’d be able. All his attention was on her backside, the opulence not merely a curve but most of a glorious sphere.

Wooing and finesse would comemuchlater. He’d be lucky to make it to her bed.

When she palmed open her door and drew him inside, he crowded her back almost before the portal closed behind them. She shoved at his tunic, unsealingthe seam down his front, then rolled him, thumping his shoulders into the wall. He returned the favor by grabbing the thigh-length hem of her robe and peeling it upward. She raised her arms obligingly, and while she was briefly blinded as the robe went over her head, he backed her against the other wall and crashed his mouth down on hers as soon as her lips were visible.

She tossed aside therobe and stripped the tunic from him. When he let his arms go slack behind him to let the tunic fall, she tightened the arm holes around his wrists, binding him. A rough sound of appreciation jolted from his chest as she wrestled him backward down the short hall toward the living area, both of them kicking out of their footwear, a hasty dance of disrobing desire.

Low lights flicked on as theystrained against each other on the way to the bedroom, but he had eyes for nothing but her: the shining black curls of her hair wild from their tussling, her lips swollen from his kiss, and her stunning posterior revealed as she shed her pants and stood before him naked.

He stumbled to a halt, letting her gain a few steps on him before she turned to face him, her brows arched in question.

“Wait,”he said hoarsely.

Her brows shot higher. “For?”

“I want…” His fingers curled helplessly over the tab of his own pants.