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tighten, she clutched at him, digging her nails into his broad shoulders. Finally it burst, and she screamed with delight.
    He stiffened in her arms and threw back his head, shuddering mightily.
    Nelah collapsed against him, head on his shoulder. She was dazed by the force of the sensations that had swept through her—she felt as if she’d been at the epicenter of a cataclysm, contained within her body and caused by the man who held her in his powerful arms, his hands stroking her bare back, still moving inside her in slow, shallow strokes, prolonging his pleasure. The caress made her purr. She moved her head just enough to kiss the long angle of his throat. He tasted a little salty, his masculine scent intoxicating.
    He leaned forward, holding her carefully, and laid her back in the bed. Then he slid slowly out of her, a gush of heat following his withdrawal. She grimaced at the wetness, but then yawned mightily. Sudden, overwhelming exhaustion pulled at her, weighing her into the soft bed beneath her.
    “Wet,” she thought fretfully.
    “It is natural. Rest, now.” He produced a soft cloth and wiped most of the wetness from her inner thighs.
    She curled onto her side and let her heavy eyes fall shut. She would open them in just a moment and then…

Chapter Five
    Navos looked down at her as he used the cloth on himself and then fastened his flight suit again. She’d already relaxed into the boneless sleep of utter exhaustion. Her thick, dark lashes fluttered slightly as he reached to pull the comforter over her slender, bare body, but she didn’t stir. She probably wouldn’t wake for hours. She’d had a harrowing experience with the madman and then his mind meld with her to destroy the fellow. Not to mention losing her virginity.
    His refusal to take her on as an intern had been difficult for her too. She was an emotional little thing. Ah, well, that would pass with maturity. It must—for she was also a powerful empath/intuit. If she was habitually prone to emotion, her ability to read other beings’ drama might well break her. He could help her with that—there was no harm in a bit of tutoring during the voyage. Especially when it could be combined with the intense pleasure of sex.
    He sat for another moment, watching her sleep. His body still thrummed with the deep satisfaction that came only with a fine orgasm, his mind with having been allowed to enter hers and having pleased his lover to the extent that she screamed with ecstasy.
    Paid sex companions carefully controlled their own responses and his only mistress had been quiet, as befitted an Indigon lady. This one was so open to him, so incredibly responsive. He well knew she’d been a little frightened, shocked and then finally astonished by their intercourse and her own orgasm.
    Part of him had wanted to shout his own triumph tonight. This realization jarred, a discordant note in the symphony of satiation. He had the uneasy suspicion it stemmed from the deep empathic connection they seemed to share. And, he forced himself to admit, from learning he was the stuff of her sexual fantasies. When she’d lain back, open to him in lovely submission, inviting him to be the first to have her, he’d had the insane urge to broadcast his triumph to the stars.
    He surged to his feet. Great God beyond, that was so retro it was practically Earth I mentality. He was no primitive bridegroom, he was a male in his prime, embarking on a sensual liaison with a female. One that wouldn’t be allowed to overflow into his work, he’d see to that. Teaching Nelah the delights of sex would be a sweet diversion on a voyage that now promised to be otherwise fraught with as much danger and difficulty as the first three.
    He strode into his small but luxurious bathroom to wash his face and hands. He could use a shower-dry, but he had no more time. It was as the warm water splashed over his face that he was struck by an additional realization—he, who had always been so scrupulous