Free Temporal Shift (Entangled Select Otherworld) by Nina Croft Page B

first… “How different?”
    “In my visions you’re sweet and kind.”
    He snorted. “I think you have the wrong guy.” Then her words filtered through his sex-addled brain. “What the hell do you mean you’ve never kissed before?” Did she mean not ever ? And if she’d never kissed, did that mean she’d never done anything else?
    She scowled. “I had a sheltered upbringing. And would you have tried to kiss me if you had to get past Thorne first?” His hand was still down her pants, and he made to pull away. She clamped her thighs together, holding him in place. “I know what I’m doing.”
    “Yeah, right. Because you’ve seen it in a vision? Sweetheart, I don’t do virgins.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because they’re more trouble than they’re worth. Liable to read a whole lot more into it than just two people relieving a little frustration.”
    “You are so romantic.”
    “That’s another thing. They expect nice words and sweet fucking nothings and whatever you think you’ve seen in your goddamn visions—I don’t do sweet.”
    “Did you ever?”
    “Darling, I lost my virginity in a brothel on Trakis Two when I was fifteen, and sweet did not come into it.”
    A stubborn expression settled on her face. “People can change.”
    “Not me.” He shook his head. Just his fucking luck. His hand was still trapped between her thighs and his dick was still hard. Traitorous organ. “Come on, open your legs. Let me go.”
    She tightened her thighs, and he shook his head. He didn’t want to hurt her.
    He wiggled his fingers and her eyes widened. Her sex was drenched and hot as an overheated engine core. And just as dangerous. He rubbed her inner wall, and she bit her lip, her hips pushing off the seat. She was so close.
    “You want to come? I’ll make you a deal. I make you come and you let me go and shut the fuck up about this vision crap.” He didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed another finger inside her and almost groaned as the heat enveloped him. He pumped inside her a couple of times, then withdrew, spreading the moist heat over her sex, up to the little bud, swollen with need. He gently circled it and lightly ran his fingers over her, watching her reaction. She was staring at him, her teeth gritted.
    “Just relax.”
    She glared at him and he grinned, ran his finger over her again—harder this time—and her thighs fell open. He could have pulled away now, but he needed to see her lose control. He massaged her clit, slow lazy circles, feeling her hover so close. Her arousal hung in the air, sweet and musky, and his mouth watered with the need to taste her, to burrow his mouth in her softness. Instead, he took the engorged little bud between his finger and thumb and pinched it gently. Her head fell back, baring the line of her throat and her frantic pulse. He rubbed, pinched again, and she fell over the edge, a small mewling cry escaping her throat. He cupped her sex in his hand, feeling the contractions against his palm.
    By now, his dick was so hard it was almost painful.
    Saffira had gone still again, and she didn’t protest when he pulled free of her. His hand was slick with her juices and he slipped it down the front of his pants and gripped his cock, trying to ease the pressure. He closed his eyes as he pumped into his fist.
    It occurred to him that there was nothing really special about virgins. Just that they’d never done it before. But everyone had to have a first time, and at least he could ensure she enjoyed it. He was doing her a favor. And she might as well learn right from the start that sex and love had absolutely nothing to do with each other.
    He opened his eyes and found her watching him, a sated look in her eyes, her mouth slightly parted. Her jumpsuit was open almost all the way and he could see her breasts and right down to where the dark red curls just peeked out. He released himself, slipped his hand free, and reached for her…
    And was hurled backward by some