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right—in his current state of weariness, compounded by shock, he was useless to his ship. He would rest and eat. Then he would divine what had caused an apparently normal young Indigon to go mad.
     
     
    Nelah woke slowly, luxuriating in the warmth and softness of the big bed in which she was cradled. So silky against her bare skin, so springy underneath her. It smelled heavenly, of clean male and the faint scent of some Pangaean herb, elusive and tantalizing.
    Slithering onto her back, she stretched from her toes clear to her outstretched fingertips and then relaxed, a smile curving up the corners of her mouth.
    She started violently as she opened her eyes and looked into those of the man leaning on his elbow beside her, shoulders and chest bared by the blanket he’d shoved down. His lean face was relaxed, those enigmatic eyes still heavy with sleep. His short dark hair was tousled as if he’d just run his fingers through it.
    Navos.
    Oh great God beyond, she’d slept with Commander Navos! Really slept with him. And before that—she flinched away from memories of their terrible task.
    His hooded gaze met hers.
    “You sleep soundly,” he murmured. “But I see memory returns.”
    She might have answered, but he stroked one long-fingered hand up her bare thigh and over the quivering plain of her abdomen, to her breast. He fondled it, watching her with those heavy-lidded eyes. An exquisite weakness flooded her. It was a good thing she was lying down, or she would have slid to the floor like an Aquarian jellyfish.
    He pinched her nipple slowly, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. She arched into his touch, her legs drawing up, parting. She bit her lip and then touched the corner with her tongue as he moved on to the other breast, the nipple already drawn up tight with eagerness for his touch.
    “Ah,” he murmured. “Now you are awake, are you not?”
    “Yes.” Heat flushed her cheeks as she heard the sensuous tone in the single word.
    And those knowing eyes saw her blush as he moved over her, his legs levering between hers, making a place for himself there as he came down on top of her.
    “Good,” he said. “Then you won’t miss anything.”
    He kissed her, taking his time about it and sampling every shaken breath, every quiver of her mouth as he pressed her into the bed with his lean masculine weight, rubbing himself slowly against her. Every cell in her body sang with delight.
    She wanted to hold him too. She lifted her arms from the pillow and slipped them up around his neck. His shoulders were like silk-covered marble—no, not that hard, but so very firm, the muscles shifting under his skin. Last night had been so hard and fast, she hadn’t had time to discover the texture of his skin, the way he felt under her hands. Now she wanted to revel in every nuance of touch and scent and taste.
    Nelah lifted her head to kiss him harder, taste him a little more. Her legs tightened on his lean hips as he rubbed his hard penis directly up the furrow of her labia, sleeked by her arousal. His hot flesh raked her clitoris and her teeth closed on his lip as sensation shot through her.
    “Ah!” He lifted his head, licking the place she’d bitten and rubbed against her again. “I had better satisfy you, hmm?”
    She blushed hotly. “Sorry.”
    “Do not apologize for your passion.” He continued to move against her, watching her as she bit her own lip this time, pleasure and need throbbing in her pussy. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Y-you,” she whispered. “Inside me again.”
    He gave her a swift kiss and reached over her head, into a compartment in the headboard. “There is nowhere I would rather be. May I offer you an analgesic? I believe a woman can be somewhat tender after her first coitus.”
    At her hesitant nod, he flipped open a small unguent jar and took a dollop of clear jelly on his fingers. Then he reached between them, parted her swollen labia with two fingers and stroked the jelly into