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evident in the hard line of his shoulders
and his tightly clenched jaw. He accessed a keypad on the wall, and
entered a series of commands. The back wall of the small cabin
opened, revealing a large bunk, obviously designed for a man of his
impressive stature. It was covered in pristine white bedding. “You
may use the sleeping chamber,” he said. “I will sleep out
here.”
    Did she want that? No. Her confusion about
her current situation aside, she couldn’t forget the way he had
made her feel, and that whatever else had happened, in his arms,
for the first time, she hadn’t felt alone. It galled her to do so
and it stung her already abused pride, but she said, “No... Please,
I don’t want to sleep alone.”
    Kyr moved quickly, lifting her into his arms.
He carried her to the bed and began to remove her clothes. His
touch was gentle but deliberate. Every area that was revealed was
caressed, fondled, massaged and adored. When the bodysuit had been
peeled from her, and she lay naked before him, he stepped back.
Reclining on the bed, her pale skin looked like silk. Her red curls
fanned out beside her. He could fully appreciate now the beauty of
her form. The firm globes of her breasts were tipped with cherry
pink nipples, already peaked and begging for his touch. Her waist
nipped in before flaring into full hips that tapered again into
long legs. She was not a thin woman by the standards he had seen on
Earth, but to him she was the personification of femininity. He
savored every lush curve, every mound, all the valleys and crests
that marked her body as the perfect counterpart to his own.
    “Take your clothes off,” she said. “I want to
see you.”
    As he moved to fulfill her request, Wren
raised up on her elbows to watch him. In that pose, half reclining
on the bed, her full breasts with their puckered nipples on
luscious display, she was far more alluring than she realized. His
eyes never left her as she watched him disrobe. He removed his
weapons first, placing them on a small ledge near the bed. He
stripped off his jacket and boots, then his shirt. At the sight of
his chest, her full lips parted in a slow, sensual smile.
    He was beautiful, she thought. His broad
shoulders were powerful, the sleek muscles bunching and shifting as
he moved. His chest was smooth and devoid of any hair, revealing
the hard planes of his pectorals and the flat copper discs of male
nipples. The delineated muscles of his abs were taut and firm. His
hands moved to the waistband of his pants and her breath hitched
with anticipation. She had glimpsed him before, poised at her
entrance. She’d touched him, had felt the wonder of his cock moving
inside her, but now she was curious to look at him, to see the
perfection of his body. His pants skimmed over his legs, to be
discarded with his other clothing. Standing before her, naked and
proud, she was stunned by the perfection of his body. The hard
planes of his chest and stomach, the perfectly sculpted muscles of
his hips and thighs—she wanted to touch every inch of him. Her gaze
was drawn to the hard length of his cock, jutting from a nest of
dark curls. He was long and thick, so thick she knew that her hand
couldn’t fully wrap around him. Her body wept for him, eager to
feel the power of him inside her again.
    Kyr sat down on the bed beside her, his hands
moving over her thighs, caressing her, melting away any tension in
her muscles until she was languid and ready for him. She expected
him to move between her thighs, to take her and claim her. But he
didn’t. Instead he dipped his head and began to kiss the soft skin
of her thighs. His tongue followed the arcing crest of her hip bone
to the downy thatch of auburn curls. He pressed his face against
her, his hot breath fanning over sensitive skin. He inhaled the
scent of her, reveling in her desire for him. He nuzzled the mound
of her sex, then parted her thighs. Kneeling between her legs, he
placed his mouth on her, delving his tongue