and what he thought. That part confused her a
little. She’d thought it was physical. She wanted it that way. No promises of a
future that wouldn’t happen.
“Has Captain Thomas been the captain for all that time?” He
drew her hand to his chest.
“Yes, the Setona was his ship. I really liked working
there.” She let her fingers splay across his chest. She didn’t know where the Setona was or if they’d destroyed it. Even if it was in one piece, a salvage vessel
would find it. Getting it back from them might be more costly than getting
another ship.
“Liked. Did they destroy it?” Jagger frowned down at her.
“I don’t know, but it was damaged badly. I don’t know if
they took it or destroyed it or simply left it somewhere.” Ada sighed.
Everything about the future of the Setona and her
crew seemed uncertain. She couldn’t predict what the trade company would do
about the ship. Even if the vessel was replaced, that would take time and then
the assignment of a trade route wouldn’t be immediate. Other ships would take
over the Setona’s routes in the interim. When the replacement ship was
put into service, that schedule would have to be shuffled again. She didn’t
know if the ship’s crew would be released or reassigned.
Her fingers trailed around the collar of his shirt. She
wanted to run her fingers down the seal of his shirt and push it wide. The feel
of the hard muscles beneath the fabric made her want to see and feel it without
that covering. Warm, slick juices gathered between her thighs as she thought
about feeling his body moving against hers.
“Are you still feeling good? No pain?” His hand cupped her
cheek so that she had to meet his eyes.
“No pain.” She bit her lip. She really wasn’t in any shape
to follow through, but she needed to feel his skin. “Jagger, I want to touch
you and maybe kiss you, but I’m pretty sure we won’t be able to do more.”
“We have time for more. If you want to kiss me, I’m more
than willing. When you want to stop, I’ll stop.” He drew his finger across her
lips. “Let me come to you.”
Tingles spread over her lips from that simple touch. She
relaxed against his arm. She didn’t want to move and aggravate the ache in her
ribs. She had a feeling that he’d stop the moment she showed the first sign of
pain.
His arm tightened against her back. He leaned down. His
fingers threaded through her hair, tilting her head up. Her mouth opened as his
lips brushed slowly over hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, wanting to
discover his taste. A spicy tang burst over her tongue.
She lifted her hand and worked at the seal to his shirt. It
parted down to his waist. Her hands spread over his broad chest. The heat of
his skin almost seared her palms. His tongue stroked against hers. His fingers
combed through her hair and brushed over her shoulder. She sank into the kiss,
savoring the feel of his tongue and lips. She didn’t want it to end. A low
groan tore from her as he pulled back to nibble on her lips.
“You taste so good.” He licked at her lips before once again
lowering his head to kiss her.
His fingers trailed over the curve of her breast. She
shivered and her nipple tightened. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin.
The fabric felt abrasive to her suddenly sensitized skin. She eased back from
the kiss to look at what she’d exposed.
A tattoo spread across his chest but under it, two stripes
swept out of sight over his ribs and around to his back. She didn’t know if
those were tattoos as well, but they were different from the elegant design on
his chest. She drew her fingers over his chest and found the hardened, flat
nubs of his nipples before she eased in for another kiss. She pulled at them.
He groaned. The sound flowing into her mouth was almost as
sweet as his kiss. She wanted to provoke him into slipping his hands inside her
clothes. His thumb swept across her nipple. Her back arched.
Pain slashed through her side. She
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