Chapter 118

She whirled on her heel and stalked out, but he followed close behind. Despite her claim, she bypassed the rumpled bunk and headed out to the hall, probably to check into the main control area or the status of their laundry.

Perhaps now wasn't the time to remember that he'd forgotten to push the start button to get the load going.

Regulating his core temperature so he couldn't feel the chillier air of the ship on his bare skin, he trailed her.

Flopping into her command seat, she shot him an evil stare, or tried to. Apparently it slipped her mind that, once sitting, she'd put herself eye level with something that was proving, in a very visual fashion, how happy it was to see her.

Where he failed to hold her gaze, his cock snagged it. "Would you cover that thing?" she muttered in a husky voice.

"With what? All my stuff is in the wash."

"Then wrap a sheet around yourself or something."