Free Under His Command by Annabel Wolfe Page B

chief officer.
    Writing it off as a purely physical reaction had been easy at first, but
    she had the sinking feeling after the next three weeks were over and
    her time served, she was going to be left with a dilemma like she’d
    never faced in her life.
    There was chemistry between them that wasn’t just male to
    female sexual interest. She was becoming involved.
    Peyton lifted her head and smiled lazily. “You were right. I think I
    like being on top.” A languid sweep of her hand indicated their
    position with her still sprawled across his hard chest. “It feels
    different.”
    Kel brushed a curl off her shoulder in a feather caress. A faint
    smug masculine smile curved his lips. “Let me get this straight. You
    just said I was right about something, didn’t you, Lieutenant
    Valmont? I’ll have to note it in the ship’s log.”

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    “You aren’t always wrong, sir,” she said in a superior tone,
    fighting a laugh.
    “I’m glad to hear it.” He tugged her back down, his hand cradling
    her nape, bringing her mouth to his. The kiss was long and leisurely in
    the wake of vigorous lovemaking, his tongue making a lazy
    exploration of her mouth while he cupped one cheek of her bare ass
    with his other hand, gently squeezing. Her nipples were still tight and
    pressed against his damp chest and her breasts felt full and taut.
    Kel rolled to his side, not breaking their intimate position with his
    still semi-rigid shaft still inside her, one brawny leg settling over her
    thighs, effectively holding her immobile.
    Not that she minded, Peyton thought hazily as his mouth lifted
    away. Being trapped under a naked and still partially aroused Kel
    Gallico? Sign her up.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, touching her cheek with the
    backs of his long fingers.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, the compliment moving her. Before
    this moment, he’d commented he found her attractive, but the
    sincerity in both his voice and the look in his silver eyes were
    touching.
    “I noticed you.” The words were said with a quiet reluctance that
    was obvious, coming out slowly. “I’m not supposed to even think
    about any of the female members of my crew in anything but a
    professional way, but I broke that rule long before you defied me and
    made that ill-advised mission to Epsilon.”
    The admission was huge for someone who prided themselves on
    rigid conformation to regulations at all times. For a moment she had
    no idea what to say.
    “If you thought I didn’t also notice you, you aren’t very observant,
    Commander.” Peyton rubbed his shoulders, the hard feel of him
    against her inducing a languorous desire despite her recent explosive
    orgasm.

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    “Why is it you manage to sneak criticism of my judgment into
    most comments, Peyton?” He kissed her throat, his mouth lingering
    on the spot where her pulse raced. “It’s damned irritating.”
    “You don’t feel irritated.” She deliberately clenched her inner
    muscles. “You still feel…hard.”
    In response, he went still and briefly closed his eyes. “I do
    suppose one condition outweighs the other at the moment.”
    “Hmm, show me.”
    The challenge might have been a mistake because he flipped her
    on her back so fast she gave a small gasp of surprise and then sucked
    in a breath as he began to thrust and withdraw. In and out, fast,
    uncontrolled, wild. Peyton clung to his biceps, feeling the tension in
    his muscles, the raw need in every movement. She matched him,
    lifting her hips into the piston motion of is lower body, accepting but
    also taking for herself.
    Her climax crashed in fast, her already sensitized body arching,
    shuddering in ecstasy as wave over wave of sensation swept her
    away. When it ebbed, a second followed and she cried out in protest
    of the excess, rapture taking the breath from her lungs in a prolonged
    exhale as she shuddered.
    It wasn’t until the third time that Kel joined her, his low groan