Her Consort by Maren Smith

Author:Maren Smith [Smith, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A Red Hot Romance
Published: 2019-03-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

“I don’t think you’re using that word right,” Piper said as they wended their way through the maze of corridors that was her salvage ship. “I mean, most people don’t use consummate that way.”

“I’m not most people,” Kogan replied. He was doing all the walking. Draped upside down over his shoulder, Piper had one job right now and that was to keep a coherent thought in her head, a task that was growing harder by the step. Not only was she at prime eyelevel with his ass—his fine, fine Hog-whatever-ian ass—but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wanted to ‘consummate’ her. Totally the wrong word usage, but as her mother used to say, ‘If you know what I mean, don’t correct what I say.’

And Piper knew exactly what he meant. She also knew she was screwed… or at least, she hoped she would be. Two more corners and three more corridors and they’d be in the housing wing. His room was first door on the right. Her excitement was growing by the footfall, and it shouldn’t be. She ought to be furious right now. She ought to be yelling her fool head off, not idling wondering if he’d concede to a time-out first so she could shave her legs. She should be beating her hands against his back, not ogling the sheer man-yumminess of his form-fitting britches. She should be shouting curses, not biting back coos; kicking and thrashing both legs, not envisioning how good it was going to feel to wrap them both around him; clawing the hell out of his broad back in the meanest way possible, instead of in the slow, back-arching, deep-moaning, hip-undulating way her imagination was currently haunting her with.

“Maybe conquer would be better than consummate?” she suggested, trying not to be even more aroused.

His hand on the back of her thigh gave her a reassuring pat. “I’ve read more than enough human manuals,” he assured her. “You’ll get your fill of both. Trust me.”

Trust him? It was all Piper could do not to squirm in the hopes she might get his fingers to brush high enough to graze the folds of her aching pussy. God, she wanted to be touched so badly, but she couldn’t even keep that thought straight in her head. Everything was a swim of sensations, flowing in and through her on waves so vibrantly felt that they might as well be physical, flowing colors. Never mind that colors weren’t physical; they were right now. The press of his shoulder was bright orange, digging into her belly in a way that only served to reinforce the fantasies building in her mind. Neanderthals were heavy. He was absolutely going to crush her later on, but her body still thrilled at the thought of all that delicious amber muscle crawling up to cover her, of his hard hips settling into the cradle of hers, the pink grip of his hands molding her breasts, gently tweaking and tugging at her nipples… gripping, squeezing, owning her ass with vibrant red swat after intensifying swat.

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