Free Zealot by Cyndi Friberg Page A

lush pink nipples. Gods, she was glorious.
    His lips caught one puckered tip as he cupped her other breast in his hand. He licked and sucked on her tender flesh until she shivered and the scent of her arousal started making his head swim. But he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, had to spread his scent over every inch of her body. Well, every inch he could access. He kissed and licked then licked some more. She gasped and quivered, lost in the pleasure.
    When he’d stroked every millimeter of her bared skin and trailed his tongue over almost as much, he collapsed back into the seat and pulled her forward. “Your turn, doll. I need to breathe.” He guided her mouth to his chest and buried both hands in her hair.
    She licked her way from one of his flat nipples to the other, pausing to tease him with her teeth. She was every bit as eager as he’d been and almost as thorough. But her breathing slowed and her touch became much more tentative as the sexual frenzy gradually subsided. Finally, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “You must think I’m such a floozy.” She averted her gaze. “One kiss and I’m ripping off your clothes like a dog in heat.”
    He stroked the side of her face. “Look at me.” It took her another moment, but she finally obeyed. “Your reaction is natural and there is no shame in what we’re feeling. I don’t think you’re a floozy. I think you’re a passionate woman who just encountered a possible mate. Many compatible couples spontaneously orgasm the first time they kiss.”
    “I came damn close,” she admitted with a shy smile and then crawled off his lap.
    Every molecule in his aching body objected, but he fisted his hands and let her go. He didn’t dare take this any farther or he’d lose control. Their reaction to each other was combustible.
    “Will I react like this to all those men?”
    She sounded horrified by the idea, so he didn’t take offense to the fact that she was thinking about other men with his scent emanating from her like incense. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before she moved too far away. He’d thought her scent was heaven. It didn’t compare with their scent.
    He opened his eyes and found her staring at him expectantly. She’d asked a question, but all he could think about was how badly he wanted to finish what they’d begun.
    She shook her head and walked past him so she could pick up her discarded shirt. After pulling it back into place, she tried again. “Will I go all ally cat each time I encounter one of the men on that list?”
    “Not now,” he said with a secretive smile.
    “What does that mean?”
    He stood as well and picked up his uniform top, but waited to put it on. It might work to his advantage if she was still a little distracted. “This is supposed to be the part where I explain that it’s not safe for you to be on board our ship unless one of the men on that list marks you with his scent.”
    “Oh my God. That better not mean what I think it means.”
    He laughed. She was too damn adorable for her own good and much too adorable for his. “I’m not going to pee on you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “Glad to hear it.” She shuddered at the thought. “What do you have to do? Obviously, I need to be on the ship if I’m going to help Chandar.”
    “It’s already done.”
    Her eyes widened as understanding spread across her features. “You marked me with your mouth?”
    Unable to ignore such an opening, he pulled her back into his arms and tugged down the front of her shirt, baring one delightfully flushed breast. Then he bent and sucked on the delicate flesh near her nipple hard enough to bruise her skin.
    She gasped then cried out. “Did you just give me a hickey?” She twisted out of his arms and turned her back. “Oh my God! It’s already there. I’m going to kill you!” After righting her shirt she turned back around and smacked him hard on the chest.
    “I don’t think that left a mark.