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said yes, he could stop fighting the urge to be with her. He could taste her passion again. Touch the
skin that haunted him. Kiss the lips that beckoned. The idea should have made him happy, instead, he
was pissed. Because I fucking love her.
Unbelievable, but unmistakable. He couldn t stand the idea of her being with anyone else. Ever.
Wanted her with him always. And not just in his bed.
So, what s it going to be? she asked. Will you be my no strings partner, or will you continue to
froth whenever I show an interest in another male? Since you re so worried I will make demands, I
promise it won t go any further than sex and some conversation. We also needn t share a room now or
when we get back to your planet. Nor do you need to make any false declarations of affection.
What if you get attached? He made it sound like a bad thing, but in his heart, he hoped for the right
answer.
I doubt I am capable of love. So you needn t worry. The urge to prove her wrong was stronger than
any known force. She cares for me, she has to. Before he d even finished the thought, he held her in
his arms.
What are you doing? she asked in breathy voice.
It is customary to seal some bargains with a kiss, he said. He bent his head and took her lips. The
fiery arousal was instant, and reciprocated. Flinging her arms around his neck, she latched onto his
mouth with a matching hunger.
Impatient, it had, after all, been two long days since he d last touched her, he grasped her around the
waist and lifted her onto the table. Forget their public location. Forget the possibility of discovery or
restraint. He needed her, now!
Seated, she caught onto his plan and parted her thighs so he could stand between them, her legs
locking around his waist, holding him close to her. He leaned her back, never losing possession of
her lips, until she lay on the table, the forgotten cards scattering in his haste. His hand fumbled with
the enclosure to her trousers and impatient when it wouldn t yield, he tore it. He slipped his hand into
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fingers and he groaned as he slid a finger into her wet channel. Her pussy muscles clenched at his
digit, pulsing hotly around it. Even sweeter was her sweet cry swallowed by his lips as he continued
to kiss her.
She tilted her hips, pressing against his hand, silently asking for more. He thrust a second finger in
while his tongue dueled with hers, and oh by all his circuits, it felt so damned good. He wanted to
sink into her. Feel her velvety flesh gripping him, welcoming his hardness.
The loudspeaker crackled.
Um, sorry to interrupt, Einstein said over the intercom with evident discomfort. But I m picking up
a signal. The military has finally activated their beacon. Fingers deep inside her, the heat of her body
making him feverish, he groaned at the interruption. The voice and situation should have turned off his
ardor, duty called after all, but for once, Solus wanted to ignore the right thing, the responsible cyborg
way and finish what he d started. Judging by the gleam in Fiona s eyes, she wanted to as well.
She wiggled against him. Can we ignore him? He sighed. I wish we could, but if we don t meet
Einstein in a short time frame, Aramus is liable to come and fetch us which would be rather
unpleasant because blood is so hard to clean up when it gets on these floors. She bit her lip, but
couldn t stop her eyes from shining in mirth. A snort escaped her. I d help you clean. By all that he
was, he loved her. I am a defective unit.
And he no longer seemed to care, not if it meant he could embrace the pleasure he d discovered with
her. He leaned over and kissed Fiona s lips. We shall resume this later at a more appropriate time.
Like the first second he managed to get her alone.
Promise?
I do. Nothing short of death would keep him from resuming their lovemaking and making her his.
Now if only he could find a way to tell her how he felt and make her believe it when he still had a
hard time believing it himself.
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Chapter Ten
Fiona forced herself not to grin that Solus finally acknowledged her. Despite his denial, his actions
could only be interpreted as jealousy, and according to her internal dictionary that covetous feeling
only occurred with things people held in value. Which means, despite his claims, he wants me.
Or at least her body judging by his ravenous passion. That was just fine by her since she d spoken the
truth. She didn t want a mate or love. Didn t know what she wanted actually other than the chance to
feel alive, a glorious sensation that only occurred in Solus s presence.
She also couldn t wait to discover what it felt like to have him inside of her, something she d
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