Chapter 26

NSFW. Sex. Lots of sex. Not too much plot of this chapter.

"Mando?"

The voice was barely audible over the racing staccato of his heartbeat. The familiar, comforting tones slipped under his helmet and between his armor like the call of a siren. Din dropped his shaking hands to his sides and blinked several times. The bright overhead light replaced the suffocating blackness. His eyes trailed over the hand-carved dresser in one corner of the room, the door to the small refresher, then to the bed and the figure there. He blinked again and again, trying to clear his visual processors.

Zo pushed herself onto one elbow, tossing her messy hair over one shoulder as she rubbed her tired eyes. "Mando, are you ok?" Her voice was thick with sleep as she kicked off her ugly brown blanket and swung her bare legs out of bed.

His bed. Zo Mara was in his bed. Not upstairs. Not with Cobb. He could lie down next to her. Feel her warmth through his armor and fall asleep in a field of sweet summer fruit and flowers.

Something inside him stretched to life, tightened, and expanded at the thought of falling asleep next to her, sharing his bed with her. He took a deep breath. And another. His heart rate slowed. The pounding in his head and chest slowly receded. "What– what are you doing here?" His voice was harsher than he'd meant, burnt from the Hutt whiskey and the nightmare he'd awoken in.

"I–I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude–" Zo stood, her tunic rucked up around her hips from tossing and turning in his bed. She pulled the grey shirt down over her dark panties as she reached toward Grogu's pram floating near the foot of the bed. The lid slid shut with the touch of a button, sealing the baby safely inside his crib. "Cobb's friend is noisy …" She looked at her feet as heat crept up the curve of her neck, "Grogu kept waking up– I thought we'd be able to get more sleep down here. It's a long trip back to Peli's, and you know how cranky he gets when he doesn't sleep…." She was rambling but couldn't stop. Her insides twisted like a nest of vine snakes. He shouldn't be there in front of her, so stoic and calm after she spent hours wondering who he'd spent the night with, if the other woman was enjoying herself as much as Cobb's partner—cursing herself for every misstep and petty argument that led her to spend the night alone. She'd never confess she came down here, to this room, this bed, so that she could be close to him. Even knowing he'd chosen someone else, someone less tarnished...

"You didn't come back after dinner, and I figured you were celebrating. Carrie or Sinta or one of the others must have found you…." Zo bit her lip, stopping the flow of words before they turned bitter. The lines between them drawn and redrawn so many times she was trapped. "I'm sorry…this is your space, and I don't think I've ever once actually stayed out of your way. " She gave him a quiet, self-deprecating laugh and touched another control on Grogu's pram, sending it floating toward the door. The woman upstairs let out another high-pitched, satisfied scream just as the hatch slid open. "Kriff, he must be going for a Tatooine land record or something…." She muttered, staring up at the dark ceiling. She had the sudden nervous urge to chew her nails to the quick but instead curled them around the hem of her shirt in an attempt to preserve the pretty nail polish. The sounds upstairs finally quieted. Din tilted his helmet, and she could feel the heat of his stare. Zo twisted her shirt nervously and looked up at him through her lashes. Each was hesitant, dragging the seconds on into a silent stalemate.

"I didn't…celebrate with anyone." He said as the pram floated by and out into the dark stairwell.

"Oh...I didn't either." She said with a small smile. "Well, Thom and Tym invited me back to their place, but I was worried I wouldn't be able to keep up." He shifted slightly, clenching and unclenching his fists, and Zo figured she'd outstayed her welcome. She turned away from him with a slight dip of her head, embarrassed at waiting for some moment that would never come. "Goodnight, Mando."

The door slid shut before she could step through, and her stomach dropped. "Mando, I know I fucked up today. But it wasn't like last time. I just…I lost myself for a moment." She turned slowly, her defenses in place. She wouldn't get angry or shirk the responsibility for her actions. She looked up into his impassive visor, imploring him to see the truth in her words. "I can't trust my connection to the Force. I- I can't be trusted. I cut myself off once before- I'll do it again. It's safer that way for everyone. What happened today– it won't happen again. I swear it."

Din was silent for a long moment. He didn't move as his eyes trailed over every inch of her. From her toes painted the same shade of sunset pink as her fingers, to her legs, to the thin, long-sleeve shift she favored for sleep. His eyes lingered on the outlines of her breasts, her rosy nipples just visible through the gauzy fabric. He settled on her eyes, full of worry and regret and hope. "Can Jedi see in the dark?" He asked.

"What?" Her eyebrows pinched together in annoyance. Here she was, pouring her heart out, confessing to him how truly lost she was, and this is how the Mandalorian responds. "Did you– did you hear anything I just said?"

"I heard you." Mando circled toward her. She followed him with her eyes wide and apprehensive. There was something predatory in the way he moved. So silent and sure. "Cobb told me what happened. What you did." She looked at her feet, shame making the nest of vine snakes in her gut twist and writhe. "You tried to save me. Again." Zo looked up slowly, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up, and drawing his eyes once more. His modulated voice lost the rough edge as he took another step toward her and repeated his previous question, "Can Jedi see in the dark?"

"No, Bounty Hunter," She answered, a confused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Night Vision is not a Jedi skill I'm aware of. At least, it's not one that I'm gifted with. " He nodded once and touched the control panel. The hatch locked with a hollow click. "Mando?"

He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Zo's heart roared in her ears. She felt the earth tilt beneath her, realizing too late that something was shifting between them. She felt his warmth through her thin tunic as he reached for the light panel. His nearness made her giddy, nearly lite headed. The lines obliterated in an instant. The air was charged, full of everything they'd been fighting and denying. Every desire they had stowed away finally spilled over the boundaries built between each other. The distance and decorum their Codes dictated they should keep dissolved. Fear, anticipation, arousal raced through her. "What are we doing-"

"Put your hands on the door." Something inside her turned liquid, hot and molten, at his command. She complied, pressing her palms into the door and splaying her fingers against the cool metal. The room went dark, and she sucked in a tight breath. That molten heat surged through her, gathering between her legs, and she shifted on her painted toes, pressing her thighs together.

There was a moment when his heart seized, a shiver of panic as he lifted his helmet off. He had done this before, trusted her enough to remove his helmet, in the light no less. But never so close, so vulnerable. This was the last thin line separating them. Crossing it would irrevocably change both of them. He dropped his helmet to the floor. The beskar landed like a thunderclap in the heavy silence between them.

"Mando?" Zo startled at the sound gripping the door like she was afraid she'd float away.

His heart thundered against his armor. His chest plate pressed against Zo's back as he covered her hands with his own. "Din," He murmured, nuzzling his face against her hair and breathing in her scent, "My name is Din Djarin." She shivered as he kissed his name against the curve of her ear. Her skin prickled with goosebumps when he entwined his fingers with hers. "Is this ok, cyar'ika?" The nickname he so casually tossed around suddenly felt like so much more—a secret he had carried out in the open for months.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes. Stars, yes." He brushed a handful of her hair off her neck and kissed her there too. Heat and desire coiled deliciously low in her belly. Anticipation made her heart flutter as his hands traced their way up her arms, down the curve of her rib cage, and around the front of her chest. Her heart raced against his palm as he cupped her breasts and sighed into her hair. His touch quickly turned from tentative, gentle caresses to hungry groping. He twisted her soft nipples until they became stiff peaks against his palms. He made a noise deep in his throat as she pushed her chest into his hands, bowing her back against him, and moaned, "Oh Maker, yes. Please."

His hot breath sent chills down her neck to the apex of her legs. His traveling fingers skimmed over her belly and down until he found the wet spot on her panties. He hissed out a curse as she squirmed against him. "Fuck cyare the things I wanna do to you–there isn't enough time until dawn."

"Please, don't stop–" Zo gasped. "We have time, so much time, Mando."

His teeth grazed down the curve of her ear, then nipped her neck hard enough there would be a mark in the morning. "Din. You call me Din. I wanna hear my name when I make you come." She melted against him, panting and making sounds that would have made her blush in shame if she still cared about things like that as his fingers teased her. The thick darkness made her eyes useless but drove every other sense into hyperdrive. The calluses on his fingers, lightly scraping across her skin, electrified every nerve. The familiar scent of the Crest's cockpit enveloped her, a heady mix of sunshine and leather and whiskey. Stars, everything was so tight and hot and more alive than she'd felt in years. If he stopped now, she'd die cold and alone like a dead star.

His breathing, usually so calm and measured, was now ragged puffs of hot air across her shoulders and neck as he desperately tried to remain in some form of control. "Fuck, Zo Mara, can I kiss you?" Din drug his lips across her neck as he ground his hips against her ass. His cock throbbed against the confines of his suit.

She turned her face towards him, searching for his shape in the darkness. "Please, Din." Her lips grazed the stubble on his chin, but he held her firm, caging her against the door with his body.

His fingers slipped under her panties, grazed through her soft curls, and pressed a finger against her entrance. "Everywhere, cyare, I want to kiss you everywhere."

"Oh." Her legs trembled.

During her years of official Jedi training, Zo Mara learned not only the finer points of combat but the art of public speaking. After all, Jedi were peacekeepers, using their gifts to mediate and resorting to weaponry only as a defensive measure. Zo forgot all those years of training with those few words. Her brain skipped, her mouth unable to form more than that one syllable as she imagined what it would be like to have his mouth on her. Did he really mean everywhere? Her pussy clenched at the thought.

"Fuck…raise your arms." He ordered when he realized the tunic didn't unbutton completely. She complied again. Din pulled the shift over her head and tossed it into the dark room. He spun her around, tangling one hand in her hair, the other wrapping around her back, pulling her towards him while pushing them back towards the wall in the same fluid movement. Then his lips were on her. Soft and full, the tickle of a mustache playing against her upper lip. He wasn't gentle or shy. His teeth and tongue and hands mapped her in the darkness. He was as demanding as the orders he handed out, as hard as the beskar still covering his body. She hit the wall with a muffled thump, his hand in her hair protecting the back of her head as he slid his other down her back and squeezed her ass roughly. Zo breathed a surprised moan as his tongue slid inside her mouth and along hers, up and across, everywhere. He was everywhere, devouring her with his lips and the greedy pull of his hands. He tilted her head, and she obeyed the silent command to open her mouth wider so he could fully invade her, taste her, devour her. He massaged her breast, kneading it inside his large hand, finding the hard pebble of her nipple in the darkness and twisting it between his fingers. "Kriff, Mando." Zo moaned against his lips; her breath ragged like he had devoured that also.

He ran his lips along her jaw, trailing his tongue down, then bit the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder again. "Din," he chastised, crashing into her lips. He licked across her lower lip, and she opened for him, letting him in deep. She tangled her fingers in his hair, so much longer and softer than she imagined could be hiding under that brutal helmet. He tugged on her panties and rolled them off her hips so she could shimmy the thin fabric down her legs and kick them away. He traced her hips, her ass, then back to her breasts, his fingers moving over every inch of her he could reach. "You're so fucking soft." He mumbled against her lips, fingers, and hands pressing into soft flesh that made her usually self-conscious of too little physical training and too much comfortable living over the last decade. But not now, not with him speaking those words about her body. She was alive, every cell burning and electrified, and he was everywhere. His hands in her hair, his lips on her skin, his words of praise and need in her ears, the warm, soft ebb of his Force energy rippling against the blockade she kept firmly in place. His emotions, his desire caressed the barrier she'd rebuilt against the Force; she wanted so badly to revel in them, to connect with him entirely, but she didn't trust herself to remain in control. Not now. Maybe not ever.

He didn't stop kissing her until they were both panting for breath. Stars above, how could he know how to kiss like this? Zo thought as he swirled his tongue into her mouth, and she tasted him and knew she'd never get enough. She was shaking, trembling with need as everything else, every thought, fear, and lurking shadow dropped away, leaving only him as her anchor. He slid his hand back between her thighs and groaned at the wet heat he found there. The feel of her arousal on his fingers, the sounds she was making as he kissed her- soft and full of so much pent-up need, the way she molded to him, pressing her body into his hands and against his armor, was driving him crazy. He wanted to feel every inch of her, without barriers, no armor, no rough flight suit. The zipper of which his cock was pressing against so hard it was a feat of Mandalorian design that he hadn't burst through.

Din dipped his head, trailing his lips down her chest and sucking one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the bud while he mirrored the action with his thumb on the other making her moan. He switched sides, giving each breast equal attention, leaving her heavy and aching as he slowly kneeled in front of her. His armored knees hit the floor. "Stars, fuck–" she gasped, grabbing for the smooth metal door behind her as he wasted no time lifting her right leg and hooking it over his shoulder, spreading her wide, counting on her Jedi reflexes to keep her balanced. Cool air caressed her most intimate parts, and Zo Mara was thankful for the dark masking the heat rising in her cheeks at being suddenly so exposed.

Din stroked his stubbled cheek along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, across the bruise and the scar and all the parts of her he'd fantasized about touching. "So soft and warm," He murmured, lost in the sensation of feeling her.

His warm breath caressed her as his face hovered mere inches from her. Then he kissed her, his lips soft, almost reverent, right on her aching clit. "Oh." The capability of forming words greater than one syllable was lost, her mind still trying to sort through the reality that was Din's touch. How proud Master Vaatari would be of her oration skills. She froze as guilt twisted its way through her. She had broken many Jedi oaths over the years. But the first was her oath of celibacy, and those selfish moments of pleasure caused her to lose everything.

How long had it been since she allowed herself to enjoy the act of physical intimacy? A decade? Longer? If Gor's business deals required greater persuasion than her Force abilities alone could muster, Zo Mara fallen Jedi Padawan quickly learned sex lowered even the most strong-willed individual's mental blockades. She fucked or allowed herself to be fucked and shut down, refusing to give herself even the tiniest morsel of pleasure as a sick self-imposed penance. Attachment, attraction, connection, pleasure those concepts were dead to her.

She would never again be tempted by anything so dangerous.

Or so she had told herself during those long, lonely years in the shadows of Gor Koresh's 'protection.'

But now… now she wanted this. She wanted him, Din Djarin, more than anything she'd wanted in a long time. Maybe ever. She wanted everything his touch was promising to make her feel regardless of the risk, the darkness hovering just beyond her sight. She wanted him to want her the same way. Zo squeezed her eyes shut and drew a long breath, centering herself, coming back to the moment. This moment.

Din felt her stiffen under his touch. She pulled away slightly as hesitation flooded through her. His fingers tightened on her thighs, and he took a long ragged breath, "Do you want me to stop?"

She could say yes, and he would stop, no question, no complaint. Zo knew with absolute certainty that he was an honorable man above all else. Her trembling hand felt for him, found the top of his head, and ran her fingers through his soft, thick hair. "I need to know you want this too. That I'm not…that you don't think I would trick you into this."

He laughed and kissed her inner thigh again as close as he could without touching that aching, needy part of her. "I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than this." She relaxed, reveling in that small declaration from this man who was usually so reserved with his words. Knowing she wasn't alone and they would travel this new path together. "My name, cyare. I want to hear it." He reminded her as he gripped her ass and ran his tongue along her slit. He growled hungrily at his first real taste of her, running his tongue up and down in long, broad strokes, dipping inside of her before returning to her clit.

Her entire existence narrowed to his lips and tongue. "Oh fuck, Din. That–Maker–please." She rocked her hips against his face, and he growled deep in his chest. His tongue flicking against her sensitive, swollen clit sent shock waves of pleasure up her spine. Everything grew taught, twisting and twisting as he drove her closer with each teasing lick. She could feel the long-resisted sensation of a building orgasm. She was so wet, the warmth coated her thighs, and Din made hungry noises against her body, and she was almost there. He sucked her clit into his mouth with a soft moan while his tongue did the most amazing things, swirling and pulsing and, "Oh, Din-Din-Din." She pulled his hair, pushing herself into him, and came on his lips crying out his name, and still, he didn't stop. Her orgasm peaking and cresting and rolling straight into another, so fast and hard. If it weren't for his ironclad grip on her hips, she would've sunk to the floor in a boneless heap. She squirmed in his grasp, the sensation overwhelming after so long. The ravishing pace of his tongue slowed to a delicate lick, a final gentle kiss on her pulsing clit.

"You taste like honey," Din told her as he stood. He kissed her hard, shoving his tongue in her mouth. She tasted herself and him and wanted more. "Can I fuck you, jetti'ika? Or is that against your Jedi code?" Din murmured, resting his forehead on hers.

"I'm not a Jedi." She reached between them and gripped his cock through the rough fabric of his flight suit.

His hips jerked forward, following her teasing strokes. "No? Then what are you, Zo Mara?" He asked, looking down at her shadowed form.

"I'm yours."

Any pretense of control ended as he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her like she weighed nothing compared to the steel armor he lived in. Zo wrapped her legs around his hips, and her clit rubbed against his gunbelt. She gasped against his lips and rocked against him again and again, searching for the same jolt of pleasure. "Please take your kriffing armor off. I need to feel you." She begged, pulling on his shoulder, pauldron searching for the clasps, and then sighed in triumph when the magnet released. "One down, fifty-seven more pieces to go." She muttered, reaching around to his other shoulder.

He laughed against her breast, deep and masculine and so very fucking cocky. "Did the Jedi not teach you patience?" His lips never left her skin, leaving a hot wet trail across her collarbone and throat.

"Must've missed that lesson, Bounty Hunter." He smacked her ass in warning, making her gasp in surprise. The second pauldron dropped as he walked them across the small room toward the bed. He didn't need light to find his way; he had memorized the room's layout almost immediately. His knees hit the bed, and he lowered her slowly to the soft mattress. She pulled him down, running her tongue up his neck. "I need you." Zo licked his bottom lip and into his mouth and rocked her hips against the hard outline of his cock. "I want to feel you inside of me, Din Djarin."

"Fuck." Din grunted. He was going to finish in his pants if she kept it up. "Fuck." He fingered the clasp on his chest plate as he stood up, leaving her panting on the bed. "Touch yourself while I remove my beskar'gam." He told her as he stepped back, not trusting himself to stay within arms reach. He watched her hungrily in the dark, the shadowed shape of her as she slid her hand over her stomach and then down to her aching clit. She circled it slowly, building the still simmering fire inside to an inferno.

"Tell me what you feel like." He ordered, taking deep breaths to calm his shaking hands.

"Warm, ah-" Her breath caught as she slid a finger inside herself and he cursed as one of the clamps on his boots caught. "Soft like velvet."

His boots came free, and he kicked them off, moving to the armor on his knees and thighs next. He peeled the pieces off and let them fall to the floor. Her breathing was erratic. Her heart raced as her muscles clenched around her fingers. "I'm so wet. I need to come again, please, Din," Her hips raised off the bed, following the achingly slow movement of her fingers.

Din ripped the zipper down on his flight suit and shucked it off in a rush. He groaned in relief as his cock was finally freed. It throbbed almost painfully, jutting fully erect in front of him. He squeezed it once, twice, running his thumb over a bead of fluid and brushing it around the tip and edge of his foreskin. He stroked himself slowly as he walked toward the bed. "I hope you weren't planning on getting more sleep tonight, cyar'ika." The mattress dipped under her as he finally, finally joined her. He knelt between her splayed thighs and leaned down, bracing himself on one arm as he kissed her.

She reached between them and stroked his cock, lining him up with her entrance. "I never cared much for sleep."

"Fuck." He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of her hair and willing himself not to cum as soon as he entered her. She was ready for him, wet and warm and soft like velvet, just as she promised. It had been so long. So long since he'd cared enough to want a woman and almost unbearably long since he realized how badly he wanted this woman. The ridiculous attraction that started when she kicked his ass on Ord Mantel only grew unchecked once she opened that smart, fearless mouth of hers. The deep longing he felt once he realized– once he believed she would help him protect his Foundling. The gnawing ache that it would never be enough to share his ship and his space with her. The burning certainty that this moment would alter the course of every decision he made from here until the end.

Zo raised her hips, shifting under him as he slowly slid inside her. She needed him deeper, but he kept still, teasing her with the barest intrusion. "Please, Bounty Hunter-"

He snapped his hips forward. Zo sucked in a surprised breath. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as her back arched off the bed. Her body stretching to accommodate him with a sharp, delicious sting as he sank fully into her. "Din," he growled into her ear as he thrust his hips again, setting a pace that had her gasping. "You call me Din when my cock's inside you, cyar'ika."

They shared the same breaths, hot and panting into each other's mouths between sloppy kisses as he fucked her in the dark. Zo licked his throat, right above his pounding pulse, and tasted the salt on his skin. Her fingers ran up and down his back, memorizing the tight muscles and raised scars. "Stars, Din, fuck right there–" A deep-rooted, very masculine pride burned inside him as she moaned his name again, louder this time when he rolled his hips, nudging her clit as he moved against her.

He wasn't going to last long. He could feel his control slipping, the measured thrusts of his hips into hers already turning sloppy as Zo wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass, urging him deeper. She was close too. He could feel the way she gripped his cock, the beautiful wet sounds of her body as he sunk into her over and over again.

"Fuck, Din, fuck-" Her breath hot and warm, and moaning into his ear as he sunk his fingers behind her thigh and lifted her ass off the bed slightly, giving him a deeper angle to fuck into her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, traced lines of fire down his back until she reached the top of his ass and pulled him closer with each thrust like she wanted to fuse their bodies. The rickety bed squeaked with each movement; the headboard hit the wall with a rhythmic thump-thump-thump that Din fucking hoped echoed up through the floor so that cocky son of a bantha Cobb could hear it. He liked Cobb; he did, but gods be damned if the Marshal ever thought he could try and touch her again. Din wanted him to hear the sounds Zo was making, mindless and fucked out on bliss. That he was the one making her lose herself.

"Fucking louder, Jetti'ika." He growled against her lips before his tongue slipped inside her panting mouth and tasted her again. He broke his mouth away from hers. "Fucking louder, I want him to hear. I want him to hear who you fucking belong to." His tongue licked along the curve of her ear and down her neck. He bit and sucked the already tender spot where his mark would be on her pale skin for days. He slipped one hand between their writhing bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

"Oh gods, Din right there- right there- " She dug her fingernails into his back, and he felt her break around him. She squeezed him so tight he saw stars, her spasming muscles gripping and pulsing around him. "Fuck Din!" She screamed before her voice dissolved into loud non-coherent words of pleasure as he fucked her through the high. Din fisted the sheet next to her head, concentrating on not coming until the last waves of pleasure ebbed out of her. Her legs trembled and tightened around his hips, then went loose.

His hips jerked forward, chasing his finish as her fingers danced over the stinging marks she left on his back. "Where-where can I-" He grunted.

"Inside. I want you inside of me." She kissed his chin.

"Fucking Jedi." His hips thrust forward once more, and he came with a satisfied growl. He trembled above her, rocking his hips until he softened inside her. Their kiss was soft this time, slow and patient now that the air between them cleared. "That was-" he sighed against her neck before rolling off her.

"Wizard. That was wizard, Bounty Hunter." Zo laughed softly.

He pulled her on top of his chest with another sigh, "Wizard?"

"Mmmm," She hummed. "Wizard." They were both quiet for a moment, basking in the still waters between them. She traced her fingers up and down his sweaty chest. Put her hand over the Mythosaur charm resting atop his heart. And he held her, wrapped his hands around her, still not quite believing what he'd allowed himself to do, to have. "Tell me again why we haven't done that before?" She asked.

Din breathed in and out, reveling in her nearness. In their shared heat, the touch of her soft legs as she wound them between his. "You tried to kill me the first time we met."

"You tried to kill me too, Bounty Hunter."

"Mandalorians and Jedi are mortal enemies."

"Well, I don't know if you're aware, but I'm a great warrior of the Fallen Galactic Republic and a one-time apprentice Ambassador to Mandalore. I think we just solidified peace between our people."

"Mer'sheb." He murmured into her hair. His breathing slowed, his heart rate calmed under her hand, and she smiled, thinking he'd fallen asleep and forgotten his proclamation from earlier. She'd happily spend the remainder of the night wrapped in his arms.

"Why are you smiling, cyar'ika?" He murmured.

Zo sat up and looked at him in the dark. The amorphous shape that was him, his face nothing but a blurred shadow she'd have to fill in with her imagination. "How'd you know I was smiling?"

He touched his chest where she had been lying, "I felt it"

She huffed a laugh and laid her head back down. Her fingers kept up their teasing caresses across dips and valleys of muscles and over the raised ridges of scars. "I was thinking," she said slowly, as her fingers danced down his stomach to the patch of hair between his legs. It wasn't as soft as the hair on his head, but that didn't mean she liked it any less. Her touches were feather soft, tracing from hip bone to hip bone, feeling him stir as she went lower with each stroke. "Dawn's still a few hours away."