Advance and Retreat (Dark Empire, #6)

Very wet.” Hope bit her lips together to muffle her cry as fingers slid along her slit, spreading her warm passion over her folds. And he was doing so, his thick primary finding the magic spot again and again until she detonated. Counting the items he’d already stored on his shuttle, he was as ready to try for freedom as he could manage. After years of no hits and plenty of misses where romance was concerned, she’d finally lucked out.