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  “Slowly now,” he said when he got to her mound. “Want to take a little time to savor this.”

  “But Boone…” K’s entire body felt tense with unfulfilled need. “Please, I need it now!”

  “Uh-uh, can’t rush it. Need to take it slow.” He placed a gentle kiss at the top of her mound, right where the tiny patch of black curls now grew.

  K shivered as she felt his warm breath blowing over the sensitive area.

  “Please!”

  “Would you like to watch?” He looked up at her, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “Want to see me taste you, K?”

  K opened her mouth to say no and then remembered how much more intense it had been when she watched him touching her.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I…yes, all right.”

  “Good.” Boone grabbed one of the embroidered pillows from the head of his sleeping platform and placed it carefully under her rear. The pillow elevated her sex, making K feel incredibly exposed, especially when Boone spread her legs, causing the lips of her sex to open like the petals of a flower.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss at the top of her slit. “So ripe and sweet and ready. The Goddess of Fertility’s got nothing on you, darlin’. Now watch while I spread you open and kiss you. Watch while I taste your pussy.”

  The forbidden words sent another shiver of desire through her and K watched, her hands clenched into fists and her lower lip caught between her teeth as Boone spread her gently and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss right on her throbbing clit.

  “Oh!” K gasped and her hips bucked, as though they had a mind of their own.

  Boone gave a low chuckle. “You like that, huh? Well how about this?”

  Leaning down, he licked her—a long, slow stroke that started at the bottom of her slit and slid upward, bathing her aching clit in heat and sensation.

  “Boone!” K grabbed for his broad shoulders which were splitting her wide. Purity, how could he do this to her? How could he get such an immediate, intense reaction from her body with just a few kisses and licks? And yet, as Boone continued to taste her, she had to admit he could. And she never wanted him to stop.

  “Easy, baby,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Take it slow. Let it build. The more you hold it off, the more intense it’ll be when you finally come.”

  K clutched at his shoulders. “I don’t want to take it slow! I want it now.”

  “Of course you do.” He gave her a teasing smile and bent to lick her, another slow slide from bottom to top, bathing her sex with his heat. It was amazing but not quite enough to get her where she needed to go.

  K felt like she was going to scream. “Please,” she begged shamelessly. “Boone, please.”

  “Please what, baby? Please do this?” Without warning he sucked her clit between his lips and began to torture it sweetly, just as he had her nipples earlier.

  K let out a sharp little cry and moved her hands from his shoulders to his thick thatch of spiky brown hair. At the same time, her hips were pressing up, tilting her pelvis toward him to try and get more, to take all he had to give.

  Boone seemed to understand her wordless encouragement because he redoubled his efforts on her sensitive button. K could feel his hot tongue bathing her, laving her swollen little bud one minute and lashing it the next. He didn’t seem to mind the way she was pulling his hair either which was good—K was pretty sure she couldn’t have stopped even if she wanted to. She bucked her hips up and squeezed her inner thighs around his face. The wire in her lower belly was winding tight again, threatening to snap at any time.

  Then, just as the pleasure was reaching its peak, she felt something new. Two long, strong fingers slid down to the entrance of her sex and paused there for a split second before sliding deeply into her.

  K gasped and jerked, completely undone by the forbidden sensation. Penetration—contamination of the highest level. It was unthinkable…and exactly what she needed.

  As Boone pulled back and thrust in again, hitting the end of her channel with the broad, blunt tips of his fingers while he lapped her clit, K felt herself coming, coming so hard she saw stars behind her eyes and she couldn’t catch her breath.

  “Boone!” His name was a prayer on her lips—she wailed it with abandon as she writhed against his mouth. Boone stayed with her, riding out her wild bucking as he continued to lap her slick folds and thrust even deeper with his fingers.

  K pulled his hair and scratched his shoulders. She bit her lower lip until it bled. The pleasure was so much more this time—so intense. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before and she never wanted it to end.

  But somehow, it did.

  Finally she lay back, panting, her body feeling limp and completely wrung out. K couldn’t remember ever feeling so relaxed, so deliciously exhausted. When Boone untangled himself from her legs and lay beside her on the bed, she turned to cuddle close to him.

  “Boone,” she murmured. “That was amazing…incredible. How did you learn something like that?”

  His deep laughter rumbled through her. “Well, I had a girlfriend who couldn’t get off any other way. So I guess you could say that practice makes perfect.”

  “A girlfriend?” K felt suddenly tight inside. “Is that like a mate? A wife?”

  “Take it easy, darlin’, it was a long time ago,” he assured her. “Gloria and I went our separate ways years before I ever met you.”

  K propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him.

  “So…you only do it for the female’s benefit? For my benefit? I mean, it brings you no pleasure?”

  “Hell no, darlin’, it brings me plenty of pleasure,” Boone assured her. “Holding you down, lapping your sweet pussy and hearing you moan my name—that’s hot. Damn hot. I get plenty of pleasure from it.”

  “But not enough to have a release.”

  “Well…me having a release wasn’t really the point.” Boone shifted and K felt something hot and hard brush her thigh.

  “But you could have one, right?” Curiously, she reached down and cupped the rigid lump in the palm of her hand. It was quite large and seemed to throb in her grip.

  Boone made a strangled sound. “Easy there, sweetheart! That’s a pretty sensitive area you’re manhandling there. Or woman-handling, in this case.”

  “That’s your shaft, right?” K looked at him with curiosity. “I’ve never seen an erect one—may I look?”

  “I don’t think that would be such a good idea right now.” Gently, Boone reached down and disengaged her hand.

  “Why not?” K demanded. “You’ve seen all of me naked.”

  “Yes, but if both of us get naked together…I think we agreed we should avoid that, didn’t we?”

  His words brought back Vanja’s warning and K sobered at once.

  “Boone,” she said, “What are we going to do?”

  He propped himself up on one elbow and sighed. “About what?”

  “About…everything. The third phase of my cycle…getting off this benighted planet…rescuing your sister. What are we going to do?”

  Boone sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. “Well, let’s start with the easiest first. My sister is taken care of.”

  “What? How?” K demanded.

  “Your mother—uh, the Empress informed me that she has several captured Purist ships in the docking bay here. She’s going to have a team of her soldiers go in posing as Purists and bring Shayla home.”

  “But that will never work,” K protested. “Even if they had skinsuits—which I’m sure they don’t—they don’t know the codes, the protocol, the passwords…”

  “I’m not very happy about it either,” Boone admitted. “But I don’t know what I can say since it’s pretty much what I was going to do myself.”

  “No, you were going in prepared. You have a fourth level Paladin with you—one who knows exactly what she’s doing,” K said fiercely. “The soldiers here, they’re useless fops. Idiots. Don’t