VirtuallyYours by Caroline McCall Page A

oath, Charley sat up and began to rub his
shoulders, roughly at first, but then becoming gentle. She had good hands and
he relaxed under her touch. Pete sighed with pleasure. This wasn’t part of the
plan and he could still hear the soldier pacing outside the open doorway. They
weren’t upsetting him enough. It was time to up the ante. Pete rolled over
again and reached for Charley. “I think we’re disturbing the guard,” he
whispered, “how would you like to disturb him some more?”
    A flicker of shock crossed her face. What was she afraid of?
It wasn’t as if they hadn’t kissed before. Hell, they had done a lot more than
that. “I don’t mean for real, Charley,” he whispered. “The Vashtar hate public
displays of affection. We need to get rid of him so that I can fix the com.”
    When she nodded her agreement, he cupped his hand behind her
neck. Slowly, he brushed his mouth against hers in a teasing kiss. Charley gave
a soft whimper and parted her lips. The sound of it reminded him of the night
at his apartment and his traitorous cock woke up. Damn, that wasn’t what he had
intended. This was supposed to be a show for the Vashtar, not a seduction. He
opened one eye. The soldier was still watching them.
    Pete slid his hand along her waist and cruised along her
hip. With a little sigh, Charley deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue against
his. Pete raised his head to meet hers, fisting his hand in her hair. His body
felt as if it was on fire. With a low growl, Pete rolled, pinning her beneath
him.
    His kisses became harder, more urgent. They were no longer
pretending. Charley gave a little moan of pleasure. Pete tore his mouth away
from hers and he nuzzled against her neck, nipping and biting lightly. His
fingers found the buttons on her tunic and he opened one button and then
another, all the while kissing her neck and throat. His fingers found the lacy
edge of her bra and he pushed the fabric aside, fastening his mouth against her
nipple. She wound her fingers in his hair and said his name in a breathy whisper
that made his cock throb.
    Her hands caressed the broad planes of his back, running her
nails lightly against his muscles. His mouth returned to take hers again, his
breath coming in ragged gasps. How had he ever thought that this was a good
idea? If he didn’t stop this now, he would end up making love to her on the
floor of the coms room and he didn’t care if a dozen Vashtar were watching
them. Pete rolled onto his back, breathing heavily and Charley crawled into his
arms. Her eyes were full of mischief. “I like this plan. Do you think we should
try something else?”
    She pulled the thermo blanket over their heads. In between
bouts of giggling, she made noises that would make a porn star blush. Pete
gritted his teeth in frustration. Where the hell had she learned that stuff?
Making out with Charley was bad enough, but if she didn’t stop that soon, he
was going to have to leave. He took a quick peek above the blanket. The soldier
was gone and the corridor was empty.
    “I think that’s enough for now.” He rolled away from her,
trying to calm his racing heart. How did she do this to him? One kiss from
Charley was enough to set him on fire, and despite her recent coolness toward
him, he knew that she felt the same. He needed to find out what was up with
her. Until then, he had to concentrate on keeping her alive and that meant
keeping his hands off her.
    Pete checked the damage to the com console. The mercenaries
had done a neat job of wrecking the control panel, but it wasn’t beyond repair.
If they could get a message to Karl Hayes that they were still alive, maybe
Fleet Command wouldn’t destroy the Pegasus. Pete patted the floor beside him,
searching for his tools, and Charley handed him a laser-knife.
    She looked cute sitting there wearing a tunic that barely
covered her thighs. He wanted to lean over and kiss her again. Instead, he
concentrated on removing the cover panel on the