Saahren (in his role as Brad the security guard) and Allysha have found the Ptorix secret garden at Tysiphor. Saahren recognises an edible fruitand enlists Allysha’s help to collect some. One thing leads to another…
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He peered into the forest. It seemed safe enough; animals wouldn’t be able to get here; nothing like a kartek, anyway. Ah. That looked familiar. Food at last. He strode over to a massive tree and gazed up at globes of red and purple fruit resembling festive decorations. A lazy insect fluttered its wings as it drifted around one of the ripest. “At least we’ll be able to eat.”
She hurried up behind him. “Oh, now wait a minute. How do you know we can eat them?”
He smiled down at her. “They’re mamangs. These trees are grown on many planets with jungle areas. My father used to grow them.” Interesting. He hadn’t thought about his father for years.
She eyed the fruit hanging well over her head and his. “How do we get them down?”
“I’ll help you get into the tree and I’ll catch the fruit when you throw it down.”
He made a stirrup with his hands. “Here. I’ll hoist you up to that first branch.”
Balancing herself with her fingers resting lightly on his shoulders, she put her foot into his hands and pushed down. She slipped sideways. “I don’t think this is going to work.” She leant into him and started to giggle.
The scent of her invaded his nostrils; her breast pushed against his chest and set his pulse racing. Fruit. Think about fruit. He dropped his hands and straightened up. “I think you’d better turn around.”
“Okay. How’s that?” She stood next to him on one foot, one hand on his shoulder as he made a stirrup again, her foot grasped between his hands. She shoved down, trying to use his hands as a step but she ended up staggering against him, giggling helplessly. “That’s not going to work, either.”
He sighed and knelt down next to her, leaning forward a little to hide his erection. “Sit on my shoulders.”
She hesitated. “Are you sure? It won’t be a strain for you?”
“There’s not much of you. It won’t be a strain.” And at least he wouldn’t be in such intimate contact with her.
She swung a leg around his neck and settled herself down, hooking her knees under his arms. He stood, muscles bunching under the weight. “Okay?”
“Yes. You?”
“Fine.” He wished he was. He could smell her, female and alluring, his hands on her smooth skin, her parted legs around his neck. “Climb into the tree.” Please.
She grasped the branch and scrambled onto it, lifting herself with a foot on his shoulder. She turned around awkwardly and sat on the branch looking down at him.
“Go for the deep orange ones. Throw them down to me.” He raised his hands, ready to catch.
She reached up, wrenched the nearest off and tossed it to him. The over-ripe fruit splattered as it hit his hands.
“That’s one we won’t be eating.” He shook the sticky fragments away. “Do it gently or you’ll have to suck the fruit off my fingers.”
She chuckled. “Interesting thought.”
Far too interesting. He imagined her lips around his finger, her tongue… Concentrate, Saahren.
She dropped the fruits more gently this time. He caught them carefully and put them in a little pile under the tree.
“That’s enough,” he said when six of the glistening orbs lay on the grass. “Come on. I’ll help you down.”
“Er. Yeah.”
She twisted around on the branch and felt for a foothold on the trunk with her toes. Her groping foot found a nodule. She pushed down gently, testing it and reached out with her other foot. Her toes caught a twig. Still holding on, she carefully committed her weight to her feet. The twig snapped. Allysha’s feet slid away from the trunk. She swung in the air, legs dangling high above the ground.
She looked so funny, wriggling around up there in the tree. The chuckle became a laugh.
“Don’t just stand there laughing like a fool. Get me down.”
Still chortling, he stood underneath her and put up his arms. “Let go.”
He caught her and let her slide down his body. Her shirt, caught between them, rode up and her breasts and belly, warm and damp, stuck to his flesh. Her face was at the same level as his, her hands on his shoulders. His body quivered, ached with longing. Allysha. I want you. I love you. He gazed into her eyes.
She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him, open mouthed and passionate. Her tongue slid between his willing lips and twined against his. He tasted her, drank her in, his arms locked around her.
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Things get even more interesting (grin) but you’ll have to read the book. Click on the cover for more information.
