"Liaden Universe - 04 - Plan B" - читать интересную книгу автора (Miller Steve)

"Mmmm," she said and shivered delightedly as warm, knowing fingers stroked down the line of her throat.

"You find me too Liaden, Miri?" Val Con's voice was husky in her ear, his cheek soft against hers.

She breathed in the scent of him and let the breath go in a half-gasping laugh as desire broke over her. "The clothes threw me," she murmured. "Why don't you take 'em off?"

He laughed gently, took her wineglass and bent to put it aside, his weight pushing her into the cushions. Then his lips were back, demanding full attention, while his hands stroked and teased and finally found the fastenings of the dress and loosed them.

She tried to return the favor, reaching to open the fine white shirt, but he eluded her hands, keeping her pinned and all but helpless while he slipped the dress down over her shoulders and a bit further, nuzzling her throat, kissing her breasts, her bellyЕ

The dress was gone. She reached again to help him out of the shirt, aching to feel his skin against hersЧand was fended off with a breathless laugh: "Ah, not so greedy, cha'trezЕ"

Mouth and hands engaged her full attention once more, the soft fabrics of trousers and shirt stroking against her nakedness alternately frustrating and exhilarating.

At some point, he picked her up and lay her down again on that high, wide bed, and was gone for a moment, returning with his hand full of bed-flowers.

He covered her in them, laughing; crushed one in long fingers and stroked the fragrance across her breasts. She shivered and laughed and twisted, pulling him down and mock wrestling, desperate to have him, with an urgency the flower-scent fed.

He laughed, fingers and lips teasing; but allowed the shirtЧand at once allowed everything, abandoning the role of command as she bit and kissed and stroked and the flowers were crushed beneath them and gave up their seductive odor.

She lay across his chest, teasing, nearly lazy against the flower's urgency. Val Con's eyes were half-closed, his face blurred with desire, hands stroking, beginning to insist. But he wasn't in control now, she was. She rubbed against him, felt his hips move and laughed as she kissed his ear.

"So greedy, Val ConЕ"

A laughЧor a soft groan. "MiriЕ"

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of him, on the warmth, on how well their bodies fit, on the desire barely restrained, soon to be loosed.

She looked at the pattern of him inside her head.

AndЧreached out, very softly, to stroke it and breathe on it andЧkiss itЧand love it and desire it andЧ

Beneath her, Val Con went utterly still. Miri opened her eyes.

"Cha'trezЕ" He touched her face, his eyes wide and shocked-looking, as if he'd been suddenly wakened. "Miri, what are you doing?"

She looked at him through slitted eyes, still more than half cuddling the pattern of himЧthehim of himЧagainst her, feeling the love flow from her; feeling it return, enriched and expanded.

"Loving you," she managed. Then, as the distress in his eyes began to resonate in his pattern. "Should I stop?"

"No." His hands closed hard around her waist and he rolled, spilling her over into the crushed flowers and him hard and urgent atop her. "Never stop."

It was bodies, then, and lust and the flowers and finally two voices crying out as one in joy and wonder.

They were still tangled around each other when the timer shut the room lights down. Both were fast asleep.

DUTIFUL PASSAGE

IN ORBIT