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Her heart wasn’t beating crazy from fear and the smell coming off her wasn’t soap. His cock grew harder and it took all his willpower not to yank the zipper on her jumpsuit down and have her right there on the lift.
    Hell, who had willpower? Kaleb reached over and shoved the control lever up, bringing the lift to a stop.
    “Why’d you do that?”
    He stared at her, hungry, inhibitions gone. Did he really need to tell her?
    Her eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her lips. “Oh.”
    Good, a quick study. He shouldn’t have to explain. He tightened his arm around her and lowered his mouth, seizing her lips as he’d dreamed of doing for the past eight months. She sighed and collapsed against him, kissing him back with a wildness he’d never suspected she’d possessed. It all seemed—unnatural, and he knew he should stop, but he couldn’t gather enough sense to end it. This wasn’t the way Jessica normally acted, nor had he ever been so close to losing control. The radiation had definitely done something, even if the scan said it hadn’t. She laced her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as he feasted. She tasted sweet, clean. The smell of her arousal increased. He backed her across the lift while she kissed him and pinned her against the side, grinding his erection into her. One hand went to her zipper while the other went to her breast. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, feeling it pucker through the thick fabric of her jumpsuit. His nostrils flared. Fertile. Ready. Receptive .
    “Fuck.” Kaleb slammed both palms against the metal panel on either side of her head. Jessica squeaked and jumped. “No.” With a growl, he pushed away. He couldn’t do this. “God, what was I thinking?”
    “I think maybe we should go to the med-bay. Something isn’t right here,” she said, and reached over to pull the lever down.
    “Something.” He could see her blush, even in the dim light. She was wet, hot, and damn if he couldn’t smell it. She didn’t want to go to the med-bay.
    Liar . “Yes. The med-bay.” He nodded even though his brain screamed “no.” The lift began to rise again. Kaleb stepped back, putting as much distance as he could between them and leaned against the opposite wall. Yeah, he could feel it, but it was what he wasn’t feeling that confused him. His arm should be junk. Inflamed. Raw, burning pain. It wasn’t, and lust seemed to override all their cognitive thought. It had been a long time since he’d been this randy and out of control.
    When they were in med, he’d locate a Geiger counter and find out how much radiation they’d absorbed. Something wasn’t right. He didn’t want to just fuck her, he wanted to bite her, taste her, and the scariest of all, impregnate her. Even more frightening, he knew if he had her now, he would. It was almost as if he could hear the tick-tock of her biological clock.
    “Sir?” She eyed him, keeping her distance. “What’s going on here?” Instinct told him she knew he was dangerously close to losing control. Her scent told him it wasn’t objectionable. She wanted him to take her. He could feel it, smell it, fucking taste it, and it made him more ravenous.
    “I don’t know. Shock?” Who cares? He stared back. What could he say? Apologize for being seconds away from ripping her clothes off and fucking her on the lift? Hell, no. She’d wanted it. He closed his eyes and inhaled again. She still wanted it. He needed to get off this lift. There were a lot of things going on that weren’t right. His need to rut appeared to be just one of them. A predominant urge, but not the only weird thing.
    “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.” She looked down at the floor. “Of course you didn’t need to stop.”
    “Yes, I did.” Could the steel trap move any slower? Kaleb flexed and unflexed his hands. Why didn’t his arm hurt? Until he knew exactly why, he needed to put as much space between him and Jessica as he could.
    Jessica pushed off