Destin's Hold (The Alliance #5)(24)

”Got it, Trig. Goodbye!” Destin grumbled.

“It’s a lot more fun with a willing…,” Trig’s voice faded when Destin turned around and glared at him. “I’m at the end of the corridor. Let me know if you go anywhere,” he finished with a nod of his head. “Councilor Ikera.”

Sula murmured a greeting in a barely audible voice. Her hand slid around across Destin’s back, enjoying the feel of the muscles rippling under her palm. While she was embarrassed by her behavior, she was also thrilled that Destin was as happy to see her as she was to see him.

She stumbled back when he suddenly twisted, his hands splaying against the wall behind her. Her head lifted and their lips connected again in a long, heated kiss before he finally pulled back to stare down at her. She swallowed at the intense expression in his eyes.

“Destin,” Sula whispered, lifting her hand to touch his face.

“Come with me,” he murmured, glancing up at the camera.

Sula nodded, dropping her hand and hugging the tablet against her chest when he pushed back from the wall and turned to pick up the large green bag he had dropped. Sula slipped her hand into his when he held it out. Two doors down, he released her hand long enough to press his hand against the door panel. It slid open with a slight swishing sound. Destin nodded to her to enter first.

Sula stepped inside and turned. The moment the door closed, he set his bag on the floor and she placed the tablet on the small, nearby table before she threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips again.

Destin’s arms wrapped around her, sliding down to her ass and pressing her against him. Their breaths mixed in a heated exchange. She was vaguely aware of him moving forward. She moved backward with him, refusing to break their kiss. At least, she didn’t until she felt him gently lowering her to the bed.

She sank back, pulling him with her. Her gaze locked with his, her breathing just as fast as his. Her lips parted when he pressed his knee between her legs.

“Destin…,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his face.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. When I stepped off the lift and saw you coming down the corridor…. Damn it, Sula, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want you,” Destin muttered, bracing his arms on each side of her. “All I could think about was kissing you to make sure you were real.”

Sula chuckled. “I feel very real,” she whispered, touching his face. “You make me feel very real.”

“Hallelujah for that,” Destin muttered, staring down at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you, I am the Councilor Select for Earth. I have been reassigned to your planet. It was one of the reasons I was so upset yesterday morning,” she admitted, caressing the smooth skin of his jaw. “I didn’t want to have to deal with a certain arrogant human male who refused to even say two sentences to me the last time I was there.”

Destin’s lips twitched and a mischievous twinkle lit his eyes. “Who said he was going to be doing any talking if you came back? Maybe a few moans and groans,” he murmured, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her throat.

“I… I could… I could… deal with a… a few… Destin!” Sula moaned when he pressed his knee up against her. “Yes!” she hissed out, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him down to capture his lips.





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A soft moan escaped him when he felt Sula’s response. Not only was she moving under him, her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. The muscles across his stomach clenched when she ran her soft hands along it.

His tongue swept between her parted lips. He could feel Sula writhing against his knee and knew that if they didn’t stop now, they wouldn’t. Pulling back, he pressed a series of light kisses along her jaw down to her ear.

“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered against her ear, pressing another kiss just behind it.

Sula moaned and tilted her head so he could have better access to her throat. She moved against him and her fingers threaded through the dark trail of hair along his stomach. A shudder ran through his body when she gently tugged on it.

“Stopping is not an option that I am contemplating at the moment,” she informed him, dipping her fingers under the top of his jeans. “Removing your clothing is one, though.”

Destin drew in a hissing breath and pulled back to study her face. She returned his gaze with one that showed she was not in a haze of uncontrolled lust, but very aware of what she was saying. A grin tugged at his lips. This was the serious, no-nonsense woman who knew how to control a situation.

His eyes widened when her hand slid further down the front of his pants. The fire that she tried to hide from the rest of the world blazed in her eyes. He pulled back, and her hand slid out of his pants when he sat up.

He rose from the bed, shrugging off the shirt that she had unbuttoned and tossing it across one of the chairs near the table. Sula’s blue eyes darkened with desire when he bent and undid the lacing on his boots. Straightening, he toed them off and kicked them under the bed. His hands moved to his belt.

“Let me,” Sula requested, suddenly sitting up and reaching a hand out to stop him.

Destin dropped his hands to his side and waited. An expression of intense concentration settled over her face. He reached up and tenderly touched her chin.