Chapter 13; In The Night
He shouldn't be in there watching her.
He shouldn't be, yet Riddick couldn't resist watching her sleep.
He'd been watching a news broadcast and something had called him to her. He'd been helpless to resist the lure.
Jack was on her back, the covers twisted about her slender ankles and the nightgown she wore skewed on her body, the bodice nearly completely baring one luscious breast and the skirt bunched at her hips, not enough to expose her, just enough to entice. She looked delicious.
Unbidden, he stepped forward and leaned down, trailing his fingers along her side. They skimmed over the curve of her breast, the indent of her waist and finally the sleek line of her hip. The fabric of her gown was soft, and curiously, Riddick pushed his hand beneath it, fingers meeting bare hip.
The young woman sighed in her sleep.
Riddick released her, eyes that saw like it was midday devouring her. He hadn't expected to want her so badly that it hurt; hadn't expected the emotions that now raged within him. For two days, he'd ignored his attraction to her, repeating his phrase over and over, 'keep your dick in your pants'.
She shifted and mumbled something in her sleep.
He again moved closer.
"Mmm...Riddick..."
Her arm flung out and he saw the hardness of her nipples poking at the soft fabric.
All rational thought left him and he lay on the bed beside her, his fingers undoing the bodice of the gown, one hand sliding beneath it. Jack arched against him. Riddick searched her face for signs that she was waking, but her eyes rolled beneath their lids, showing she was dreaming. He returned his gaze to her breasts, flipping the fabric aside to look at her.
She had beautiful breasts; creamy skin topped by tight pink buds. He took one into his mouth and sucked lightly, drawing his fingers over the sweet swell of her, his groin tightening in response to her.
"Mmm..." Another moan left her throat.
Riddick shoved her gown up to her flat belly and nudged her thighs apart. He was unable to stop himself from sliding a finger inside her. She was excited, and very wet, her body well lubricated should he choose to slip out of his clothes and into her--
No.
Jack sighed in her sleep.
What am I doing?
He rolled onto his back, stared up at the mirror at their reflections.
I shouldn't be in here.
"Riddick..." Jack mumbled.
Without any second thoughts, he returned to her, mouth going to her breast and fingers slipping between her pale thighs to find the sensitive nub of flesh buried in her moist cleft. He stroked it gently and firmly, resisting the urge to toss his clothes off and climb on top of her. Flicking his tongue over impressively hard nipples, he wondered what would happen if she woke right then.
Would she push him away?
Or would she spread those slender thighs wider and invite him inside her?
Her breath grew ragged, her hips moving against his hand.
He couldn't stop touching her.
Jack came with a shudder and a moan and Riddick shakily smoothed her gown back down to her knees where it should be. He buttoned the bodice, covered her up and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
She shifted, and stretched that 'slowly waking up' stretch.
Riddick retreated to the front and sat in the pilot's chair. Watching the stars, he pushed his legendary control into effect and ignored the still growing, aching need in his groin. The way he'd been drawn to Jack scared him. He'd never done that before; never molested a sleeping woman.
At least he'd been able to keep from fucking her.
That also scared him.
The animal urge to just take her and make her his had been stronger than he'd ever felt. If his usual control over himself had been any less than it was, Jack would have woken to him inside her.
Not a good way for a girl to lose her virginity.
Thinking about her virginity only made him harder, and Riddick concentrated on the stars, willing his intense urges to fade.
Chapter 14; Waking Thoughts
Jack woke with a gasp, her eyes going to the door. It was closed and there was no one in bed with her. Her gown was buttoned and the sheets still covered her.
Calm down, just calm down. It was only a dream.
"Lights low." She whispered softly. Her gaze searched the sheets for blood, any blood. Jack twisted and turned, but there was none there.
Be calm. It's okay. No blood.
Still, she felt awfully wet....
Jack reached down and touched herself, then held her fingers up. No blood. A sigh of relief left her and she laid back down, turning onto her side and bringing one of Riddick's pillows to her chest. "Lights off."
She'd only had another sex dream about Riddick. In this one, he'd lain beside her and touched her until she'd had an orgasm.
Jack breathed in his scent from his pillow. Her body felt different than it had after waking from the other dreams; almost as if he had touched her...
No.
Her heart raced in her chest.
Calm down. Riddick wouldn't do that.. He wouldn't come in here while you slept and fondle you.
That place between her thighs tingled.
He wouldn't.
Would he?
It was the thought that maybe he had that kept her awake another three and a half-hours wondering what might have happened if she'd wakened.