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fully against his pubic bone. And I really adored the ragged groans I could pull from them. Bastian didn’t disappoint. Hoarse sounds escaped his throat as I let go of his cock, held it tight in the suction of my mouth and ran both hands up that beautiful abdomen and chest. He pressed into my touch and I let go of him with my mouth long enough to look up and catch the most intense expression of pleasure I’d ever seen.
    “The boy likes to be touched,” I murmured against his skin as I was drawn once more to that intriguing V of muscle and masculine hip bones.
    He abruptly pulled me up to his face. “I am not a boy.” Big hands slid to my hips and he maneuvered my body, surprising me with the strength in his arms as he poised at my entrance before pushing inside me with one long, slow invasion.
    I let him take the lead, let him set a rhythm with his hands on my hips, and when I spread my palms on that beautiful chest, his mouth went slack again.
    So…I touched.
    I stroked fingers over muscles and bony ridges, brushed my palms over hard, male nipples, explored the tendons of his neck and bent to open my mouth over his collarbone. Moans escaped my lips no matter how hard I tried to be quiet because he stroked me inside with strong, sure thrusts that kept me riding that luscious edge between tension and release.
    Bastian groaned, his hips picking up speed, and I sat up and lifted his hands to my breasts. His eyes flew open and he gazed at my breasts in what could only be described as awe. My breasts were nice, but I’d never considered them awe-inspiring.
    He touched them like they were made of glass, explored the texture of nipple and skin, cupped his hands under them to feel the weight. “Perfect,” he said through gritted teeth as I picked up rhythm.
    Husky noises escaped his throat, and the sound of him losing control sent me over the edge. My entire body went rigid and I sat up and threw my head back to give myself over to one of the most intense orgasms of my life. “Suns, yes !”
    Bastian’s fingers tightened on my hips as he thrust into me faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm, and when it came he slammed into me one last time, so deep it hurt a little—but I didn’t mind. Watching pleasure spill over those gorgeous features took away the sting completely.
    I slumped over him and tried to pull air into my overworked lungs. He slid broad hands up my back and cradled me to him.
    “I knew it would be like this with you,” he whispered into my neck.
    “I can’t believe we’re having sex on a pirate ship.”
    He chuckled. “We don’t know for sure it’s a pirate ship.”
    I sat up, smiling when his gaze automatically dropped to my bare breasts. “It’s definitely a pirate ship, despite what that guy Anders said. And we’re breaking out of here.”
    “With what? Look around. They left nothing in here to work with and the doors are palm coded just like on Kithra.”
    “One of those men looks as dumb as a Toquerian pack mule. I have an idea.”
    A clicking noise made us both go still.
    “Are you two finally done, then?”
    The pirate captain’s voice crashed into the room from the com, making me wince. I scrambled off Bastian and grabbed my vest off the floor, pulling it on even though it covered little. I backed to a wall, scouring the room for something that looked like a camera. The thing could be anywhere, could be microscopic. Bastian got up and stood in front of me, shielding my body with his. When my gaze was drawn to the long, lean lines of his back, the taut globes of his ass, I rolled my eyes and reached around him to snatch my pants off the floor. While pulling them on, I growled, “You sick fuck, did you have fun watching us?”
    “Didn’t watch. I just hit the com and caught the end. Decided to let you finish before I interrupted because it sounded…decent.”
    “Was a hell of a lot more than decent,” muttered Bastian as he tugged on pants.
    “Much as I’d love to hear why