Ignite by Tana Stone

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zoey

I sank into his kiss, my hands automatically circling his neck to keep my balance. His lips moved firmly against mine, but there was none of the hungry urgency there had been the night before. His hands didn’t rake over my body, tugging at my clothes. Instead, he kissed me like we weren’t in his strategy room and there wasn’t a bridge filled with Drexian officers right outside the door, taking his time and holding me to him.

Liquid heat pooled in my core as he threaded his fingers through my short hair, bending me back so he could kiss me deeper. When he finally pulled his mouth from mine, he locked eyes with me as he breathed heavily.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked, scraping my hand along the back of his head and trying to pull him back to me.

Instead, he bent his neck so he could drop kisses up my neck. “I’m not stopping. I’m going slow.”

I slapped my hand against his chest. “I don’t want it slow.”

Adrenaline still coursed through my veins from the blackout and the news that it might have been the beginning of an alien attack. I needed to burn it off, and his featherlight kisses were making my skin tingle but not helping me offload my stress.

He leaned back, his brow furrowed. “I thought we already determined that you’re not in charge.”

I tried to jerk away from him. “We did no such thing.”

He held me tight, not letting me twist from his grasp, and gave me a wicked grin. “If we didn’t before, then we will now.”

I opened my mouth to tell him how wrong he was, but he stopped my words with a kiss, parting my lips with a dominant sweep of his tongue and possessing my mouth over my smothered squeals of protest. He grabbed my hands and bent them around my own back, holding them together and immobilized with one of his much larger hands. My struggles were pointless, and as his tongue tangled with mine, heat pulsed traitorously between my legs.

There was something seriously wrong with me. The more the Drexian pissed me off, the more I wanted him. I stopped writhing in his arms and let him walk me backwards to his desk, the back of my thighs bumping up against it.

Without breaking our kiss, he hoisted me onto the surface of the desk and parted my legs, settling himself between them and leaning me back until I was lying flat on my back. He’d released my hands, and I buried them both in his hair as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

I ripped my lips from his, gasping. “I don’t care who’s in charge as long as you fuck me.”

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at me. “You want me inside you?”

“If you make me beg for it, I’ll push you off a walkway when you least expect it.”

His lips quivered. “For a human, you have a worrying violent streak.”

“Says the Inferno Force warrior.”

He stroked a finger down my cheek. “For me, it’s expected. For a beautiful female like you, it isn’t.”

“It’s obvious you haven’t spent much time around human females.”

He lowered his head and nuzzled my neck. “A mistake I’m currently rectifying.”

I rolled my head to one side as he nipped my skin, the sensations making me bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. “Not fast enough.”

He let out a raspy laugh, reaching behind his own head and taking my hands in his. When he pinned them over my head, my pulse raced, and my nipples tightened into peaks that strained against the lace of my bra. I arched up, desperate for contact.

Kalex grinned at me, using his one free hand that wasn’t holding my wrists in place to slowly unbutton my shirt. When he finally pulled the fabric apart, I was practically panting. Instead of devouring me like he’d done the night before, the maddening Drexian brushed his lips over my bra, his warm breath tickling the hard points of my nipples.

“There are other ways to kill you aside from pushing you off a walkway,” I said.

He used his tongue to push the lace aside, murmuring as he kissed my flesh. “I’d like to see you try.”

Before I could issue more threats, he started to suck my nipple, swirling his tongue in a wide circle. I closed my eyes as a shiver of pleasure skated down my spine, pressing my lips together so I wouldn’t make any noise.

I was so lost in the feeling of his tongue on first one breast and then the other that I barely noticed him unfastening my pants and tugging them down. Releasing my hands, he sat back and gave my pants a hard jerk to get them over my ass and down my calves, pulling off my shoes before finally slipping my pants all the way off.

I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me, his eyes moving over my body.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. Then he looked up and saw me watching him. Sliding one finger under the corner of my panties, he moaned. “And so wet for me.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and pressed one hand against the front of his uniform pants. “So hard for me.”

He cocked an eyebrow even as a muscle in his jaw trembled from restraint. In a single fast movement, Kalex tugged his own pants down and released his cock, which sprang up long and rigid. He reached behind me, jerking my ass to the edge of the desk, and forcing my legs to fall open.

I clutched one of his shoulders for balance and leaned back on my other hand, arching my back as he shoved my panties to one side and notched his thick crown at my opening. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck me hard, but he drove into me before I could. I dug my fingernails into his muscular shoulder, wanting to scream out as he held himself inside me and my body stretched around his girth.

He looked down at where his cock split me, emitting a throaty rumble that slid into my bones.

“More,” I whispered, rocking my hips into him. “Faster.”

He shook his head as he dragged himself out and then stroked his cock into me again with exquisite slowness. His gaze held mine in thrall. “Not this time, Zoey.”

I let out a small noise of protest, wanting him to go fast and hard and wanting an excuse for our skin to slap mercilessly and for me to claw at him. But Kalex wouldn’t allow it. Every time I tried to urge him on, he buried himself deeper than I thought possible. Finally, I gave up, surrendering to his long, hard thrusts.

“This is just sex,” I said, as his hot eyes seared into me.

He nodded, pulling my mouth to his for a deep, soulful kiss that wracked my body with white-hot desire. “Just sex.”

Kalex continued to stroke into me, moving his hips so that he hit all the right spots and slipping one hand down to gently tease my clit. I let my head fall back, a low simmer building within me.

“Eyes on me, Zoey,” he ordered.

I forced myself to lift my head and meet his gaze, even though I wanted to let the sensations crash over me. His jaw was tight and sweat beaded his temples as he drove into me, his pace quickening as my body spasmed around his cock.

I opened my mouth as he sent me over the edge, but Kalex swallowed my cries with a kiss, moaning in my mouth as he hammered into me a final time. Then his body jerked, and he pulsed hot, clutching me to him as he came.

“Zoey,” he murmured as he lay me back on the desk, kissing my neck and rebuttoning my shirt.

I was dazed and sore, but somehow the adrenaline I’d been sure had to be fucked out of me hard and fast was gone, and I was left with the sense that my body was glowing. After a few minutes of heavy breathing by both of us, I sat up and scanned the floor for my pants.

“I’m starting to run out of pants that aren’t badly rumpled.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear them.”

I shot him a look as I slid off the desk and scooped my pants from the floor. “If you think I’m going to dress like a galactic cheerleader in one of those Star Trek mini-dresses, you’ve been drinking too much Noovian whiskey.”

He furrowed his brow as I tugged my pants back on, standing and fastening his own pants. “Galactic cheerleader?”

I didn’t have time to explain before the door to his strategy room swished open and Serge rushed in.