much.”
“My neck was fine,” she said, but did indeed nestle into his hold and lay her head on his shoulder. The warmth of her felt wonderful and the scent of her filled him with a sense of rightness. His woman. His wife. No place he would rather be.
“Thank you,” he said, his fingers finding and stroking over the curve of her hip under her sturdy work pants.
There hadn’t been time to change after completing all the jobs she’d set for them in the garden. She’d restricted his activities to fetching and lifting heavy objects after he had inadvertently crushed the fifth baby-whatever seedling requiring a pot. Everyone down there adored his wife—some of the botanical boffins a bit too much. A menacing look or two had set them straight.
“What work did you do before?” Adam inched a finger beneath his wife’s baggy jumper. One of these days he would buy her some clothes that actually fit. His wife had a beautiful body. Hiding it was stupid.
“I worked in a dress shop,” she said. “I told you already.”
“Ah. That’s right.”
“What about you? What did you do in the army?”
“Just grunt stuff, then later the piloting. Nothing interesting.” Because he’d learned a long time ago not to go into the details of special operations—the less said the better. Some of the things they’d done in the name of intelligence-gathering should stay buried for all eternity. Yes, they’d saved lives, but they’d taken them too. For the greater good or whatever—didn’t matter. They had been dark deeds.
“Mmm.” Her eyes remained fixed on the heavens. No reaction from her to the finger creeping beneath her clothing. He let the rest of his hand follow, sliding up her rib cage, his touch light.
“Adam.” She squirmed suddenly, rubbing her rear against his groin in a pleasant fashion. “Your hand’s cold.”
“Sorry.” And he was. He should have thought to warm it up first. But she hadn’t asked him to remove it, so he didn’t. “What kind of dress shop?”
“A women’s one.” She smiled.
“Cute.” Fingertips found the swell of a breast and the soft cotton of her bra. “What did your parents do?”
“Look, the colors are changing again.” She pointed to the sky and he took the opportunity to tuck a finger into the top of the cup of her bra and drag it down. His knuckle drifted over the soft peak of her nipple and it immediately tightened. “You’re being very distracting, Adam.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Wow, look—now there’s some yellow coming into it. It’s spectacular. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Very nice.”
“You’re not even looking.”
“I’ve seen it before.” Adam plumped her delicate breast in his hand. Just the feel of her made him wild. A ravishing was not out of the question. “You were going to tell me about your parents.”
“Sure. Then we should talk about your mother’s communiqué.”
He ignored her comment and lightly drew the pad of his thumb back and forth across her nipple, coaxing it to life. It didn’t take much. Her breath hitched when he gave it a light pinch and her delightful rear wriggled in his lap again. “What did your parents do, princess?”
“My father was a programmer and my mother stayed home. Are there security cameras in this transport?”
“Yes, they’re on all the transports. But we’re not being monitored. I mean, most likely we’re not.”
She grabbed his arm, body stiffening. “Adam.”
“Relax—they can’t see a thing.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure, tugging lightly until she gave a breathy moan. The one noise that ensured there would be no blood left for his brain at all. “I promise you, they have no idea how sensitive your gorgeous tits are. Nor are they aware of how much you like having them played with.”
Louise’s back arched against his hold, her teeth pinching her lip. “Stop it. What if someone is listening?”
“Well,
“My neck was fine,” she said, but did indeed nestle into his hold and lay her head on his shoulder. The warmth of her felt wonderful and the scent of her filled him with a sense of rightness. His woman. His wife. No place he would rather be.
“Thank you,” he said, his fingers finding and stroking over the curve of her hip under her sturdy work pants.
There hadn’t been time to change after completing all the jobs she’d set for them in the garden. She’d restricted his activities to fetching and lifting heavy objects after he had inadvertently crushed the fifth baby-whatever seedling requiring a pot. Everyone down there adored his wife—some of the botanical boffins a bit too much. A menacing look or two had set them straight.
“What work did you do before?” Adam inched a finger beneath his wife’s baggy jumper. One of these days he would buy her some clothes that actually fit. His wife had a beautiful body. Hiding it was stupid.
“I worked in a dress shop,” she said. “I told you already.”
“Ah. That’s right.”
“What about you? What did you do in the army?”
“Just grunt stuff, then later the piloting. Nothing interesting.” Because he’d learned a long time ago not to go into the details of special operations—the less said the better. Some of the things they’d done in the name of intelligence-gathering should stay buried for all eternity. Yes, they’d saved lives, but they’d taken them too. For the greater good or whatever—didn’t matter. They had been dark deeds.
“Mmm.” Her eyes remained fixed on the heavens. No reaction from her to the finger creeping beneath her clothing. He let the rest of his hand follow, sliding up her rib cage, his touch light.
“Adam.” She squirmed suddenly, rubbing her rear against his groin in a pleasant fashion. “Your hand’s cold.”
“Sorry.” And he was. He should have thought to warm it up first. But she hadn’t asked him to remove it, so he didn’t. “What kind of dress shop?”
“A women’s one.” She smiled.
“Cute.” Fingertips found the swell of a breast and the soft cotton of her bra. “What did your parents do?”
“Look, the colors are changing again.” She pointed to the sky and he took the opportunity to tuck a finger into the top of the cup of her bra and drag it down. His knuckle drifted over the soft peak of her nipple and it immediately tightened. “You’re being very distracting, Adam.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Wow, look—now there’s some yellow coming into it. It’s spectacular. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Very nice.”
“You’re not even looking.”
“I’ve seen it before.” Adam plumped her delicate breast in his hand. Just the feel of her made him wild. A ravishing was not out of the question. “You were going to tell me about your parents.”
“Sure. Then we should talk about your mother’s communiqué.”
He ignored her comment and lightly drew the pad of his thumb back and forth across her nipple, coaxing it to life. It didn’t take much. Her breath hitched when he gave it a light pinch and her delightful rear wriggled in his lap again. “What did your parents do, princess?”
“My father was a programmer and my mother stayed home. Are there security cameras in this transport?”
“Yes, they’re on all the transports. But we’re not being monitored. I mean, most likely we’re not.”
She grabbed his arm, body stiffening. “Adam.”
“Relax—they can’t see a thing.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure, tugging lightly until she gave a breathy moan. The one noise that ensured there would be no blood left for his brain at all. “I promise you, they have no idea how sensitive your gorgeous tits are. Nor are they aware of how much you like having them played with.”
Louise’s back arched against his hold, her teeth pinching her lip. “Stop it. What if someone is listening?”
“Well,