Not until she disappeared into the lift did he realize he couldn’t very well let her wander around the pod unescorted. He should at least keep an eye on her.
Except he knew where that would lead. Any time his gaze was on her, he wanted his hands on her, too. His mouth, his tongue. Why hadn’t he vecked her a second time when they returned to the pod? He was an i***t.
He forced himself into his chamber, but nothing about it seemed familiar anymore. Her scent and the aroma of food coated everything. The sleepdisk reminded him of how she’d looked lying n***d, legs spread on it. The washroom reminded him of the way her hair looked down, fresh from the washtube.
Damn.
Maybe he’d just go make sure she hadn’t gotten herself into any trouble. Not that the pod provided much opportunity for that.
