Page 52 of Through Uncharted Space

His gaze burned into her. “I don’t want a submissive. They’re fun for a few days.”

“What do you want?”

Something flashed in his eyes. “Right now, I want you.” He released her hands.

She started tearing at his pants, trying to unfasten them. He did the same, pulling her shirt off with one hard tug and leaving her breasts bare. Her nipples puckered, and then his warm palms were covering them.

“I’m going to make you scream,” he said in a low growl.

“I’m going to make you lose control.” She ran her thumb over his lips, and he sucked it into his mouth.

She dropped her other hand to the front of his pants, palming the hard bulge there.

“I don’t lose control.” His voice was a deep rasp.

She flicked his pants open. “Nor do I.”

“Then this is going to get interesting.”

His hand circled her wrist and stopped her from reaching inside his pants. She made a sound of frustration, but then he spun her, making her gasp. He made her press her palms against the glass.

“I’m going to give you pleasure now, Dakota.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You’ll get the chance. But first, I want to hear you come, feel your body clench on my fingers, see your pleasure.”

Dakota sucked in a breath. She felt him tugging at her skirt and underwear. Then he unfastened the knife sheath strapped to her thigh. A second later, her clothes were in a pool at her feet and she was naked. The cool air of the cabin kissed her bare ass.

“You have a Namah implant?”

She nodded. It was the first thing she’d ever saved for. No way she wanted to catch a disease or get pregnant by some scumbag back on her homeworld.

Dare caressed her curves before he spread her legs wider. She felt him going to his knees and she stared blindly ahead at the beautiful sea of black with pinpricks of light. She could just make out a nebula off in the distance.

Then his hands clamped around her upper thighs and he pressed his mouth to her.

She jerked. He wasn’t slow and he certainly wasn’t easy. He tasted her with long, hard licks that made her gasp. Her sexual encounters were usually quick with little foreplay. She could count on one hand how many times a man had gone down on her.

He licked around her clit, then his tongue was stabbing inside her. She heard her own husky cries echoing in the cabin.

“It’s too much,” she panted.

“Not enough. You taste so sweet. Let go, Dakota.”

But the feeling growing inside her was too scary, too overwhelming. “I…can’t.”

“Go over. I’ll catch you.” He licked, nipped, then his mouth closed over her clit.

Her orgasm tore through her, a ferocious tidal wave that sent her shattering apart. She screamed his name, her fingers pressing against the glass.

As her legs gave out, Dare caught her in his arms.

CHAPTER TWELVE

As much as Dare loved hearing the sound of Dakota’s pleasure, he needed to see her face. He wanted to see the emotion in her eyes, see the shocked pleasure skitter across her features.

The bed was too far away. He turned and laid her on the floor. She was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Her lips were swollen from where she’d bitten them, her cheeks were filled with color, and so much emotion was shifting through her eyes.