Taliff loosened his grip around her waist. One hand slid down her taut stomach to the swell of her hips. The gentle message sent currents of desire through her. Her thighs clenched. She could feel her clit swell. How could a simple touch inflame her body so easily?
Blood pounded in her veins, her knees trembled. Her entire body felt electrified. She began to shake as his hands drifted lower, over her mound. His fingers lightly brushed her clit and she arched against him. "Oh, God," she moaned.
"That's it. Just lay back and let me pleasure you."
The brush of his fingers against her pussy sent another jolt of pleasure through her. His other hand began an exploration of its own, lightly touching her hardened nipples, before it moved on. He picked up a lock of her hair and caressed it gently, used it to turn her head toward his.
He bent his head, looked into her eyes and paused as though asking permission to taste her. When she nodded her approval, his mouth covered hers. His kiss was surprisingly gentle.
Parting her lips, she raised herself to meet his kiss. Their tongues met, twined together in passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, twisted her fingers into his hair and held on for dear life. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the feelings this man inspired in her. Her response to his touch shocked her. It was a kiss for her tired soul to sink into.
She couldn't take anymore. If he didn't make love to her soon she'd die. "Make love to me, Taliff. Please."
"As you wish."
With incredible ease, Taliff stood, wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her over to the pallet. Gently he eased her down on to the makeshift bed. His hands lightly traced a path across her skin. He bent his head, took a nipple in his mouth. She arched under his touch. Her body sang from the attention.
She wanted to touch him, to explore his body as he was exploring hers.
Just as she was reaching for him, an alarm blared through the cabin. The lights flickered.
Oh, God. This could not be happening.