Matty growls and pauses, turning to regard me. There’s a wildness in his gaze that makes me clench up pleasurably, and he lets go of my hand, only to put a finger under my chin and tilt my head up. “You really have no idea?”
“No idea about what?”
He takes my hand and places it between his legs. Oh. Mathiras is hard. Harder than steel, his cock making a deliciously prominent bulge against his trou. “You,” he murmurs, his breath hissing as I give his cock a friendly rub, “have been molesting my thigh all night. You think that doesn’t affect me?”
Oooh. I can tell by touching him just how affected he is. His cock is so hard he must be close to coming, and we’re not anywhere near a shower. I tip my head back and lick my lips, hoping he takes the hint and kisses me. “I like touching you,” I tell him. “I thought you liked me touching you, too.”
“Oh, I do.” He leans in and nips at my mouth, his teeth scraping lightly against my lip. It sends a shiver all through my system and my nipples tighten in response. “I thought you were sending me a not-so-subtle message about what you wanted to do.”
“What do I want to do?” I breathe, rubbing his cock through his clothing. He’s so firm I can practically feel the outline of each ridge, and I squirm with need, my thighs pressing tightly together. “Tell me.”
“You,” he murmurs, kissing me again, “can’t guess?”
“I’m bad at guessing. Please just tell me.” I stare at his mouth, and how gorgeous it is. “Right after you kiss me again, that is.”
He slides a hand to the back of my neck, and leans in, taking my lips in a hard, intense kiss that makes my toes curl and my body flood with need. “I thought you wanted me to take you to the gardens and fuck you there.”
Oh.
Oh, I like that idea. “Yes, please. Let’s do that,” I say eagerly, stroking my hand over him again. “I am more than ready for your penis.”
“You want to head for the garden or the ship? If you’d rather go back to our quarters—”
“Garden,” I say quickly. “It’s closest, right? And we can hide behind some leaves or something. And it’s green and I like green.” I wrap my arms around his neck and haul him down against me for another kiss. “And I like the thought of us having sex in the open, in a special place for the first time.”
He groans against my mouth, closing his eyes. “Little minx.”
I kiss him back, and he’s still not moving, despite all his sexy words. Is he waiting for something? I pat his chest. “Penis time, please.”
“Right, right,” he mutters. Hauling me up against him, Mathiras lifts me into the air and carries me as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and move to kissing his neck.
CHAPTER 114
MATHIRAS
No more waiting.
I set Helen down at the doorstep to the terrarium, swiping my hand over the pad before taking her hand again. I know this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I wanted Helen’s first time to be special and memorable, and just getting on top of her in our bunk (while incredibly pleasant) did not feel like the special first time I wanted her to have. But a garden? Like the one we first kissed in?
That’s perfect.
The moment we enter, Helen breathes deep, her eyes closing as she drinks in the scent of greenery, flowers and freshly turned dirt. “This is amazing. Look at how big her plants are! This is nothing like the gardens at Three Nebulas.”
She steps forward and for a moment, I’m stricken. This isn’t like the other garden? Is that a bad thing? I look around me. Unlike the manicured beds at 3N, the garden here is riotous and overgrown. Plants tumble over onto the walkways, and vines crawl up over every surface. There’s nothing neat and tidy about the plant life here. It’s wild and untamed and a little crazy looking. “Is this bad?”
“No, not at all,” Helen says, glancing up at me. She beams. “I like it. I like the wildness.”
Good, because I don’t think I can wait much longer. I immediately brush my hand over the door, closing it behind us, and haul Helen up against me again. “Can I kiss you?”
“Of course.”
“All over?”
Her eyes gleam with anticipation. “Of course.”
I slide my arms under her backside, hefting her in my arms as I walk down one of the winding paths through the terrarium. There’s a couple of benches by a bush heavy with fragrant blossoms, the branches so laden they hang down instead of arching toward the rounded ceiling. There’s a pile of fresh dirt with a little sign sticking out near the edge of the bed, an indication something has been newly planted there. Not in the dirt, I decide. But…where? A bench seems uncomfortable, but there’s nothing else but pathways. It seems arrogant to crush some of Sophie’s plants simply to have someplace soft to lay Helen down. I pause. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.