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    “Good evening, Agent Geller.”
    She swallowed. “Good evening, Captain Dornin-tah.”
    Her door closed behind him, and he stepped further inside her quarters.
    “I thought you would have more space.” He smiled and removed the belt from around his hips.
    She swallowed. “I don’t need more. Why are you here?”
    “I received a message from the commanders on my home world and they ordered me here. Apparently, your kind are vrasku. ” He smiled and continued to calmly remove one article of his clothing after another, setting it down on her small table.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Taking care of the issue you went to medical over. There is no cure for it, but there is treatment.”
    She watched the fine-scaled golden muscles as they gleamed in the light. He sat to tug off his boots, but when he stood and removed the lower half of his suit, she swallowed as her mouth went dry.
    “What is the treatment?”
    He smiled, “The touch of the man who clawed you.”
    Mel wasn’t sure about the thought behind that treatment plan, but when he gripped her arms and pulled her against all that hard golden skin, her body had no such qualms. She shook in relief as the craving that had been set beneath her skin took hold and was answered by his touch.
    Her logical mind whirled as she stared into his dark purple eyes. “Why did you?”
    “It was an accident. I had not counted on you being so soft.” He caressed her arms with his palms.
    Mel grimaced. It wasn’t the first time that she had heard it in the last two years.
    “Why are you frowning?”
    “I learned very quickly that softy was not a compliment. It usually meant a fist coming toward me at high speed.” She couldn’t believe she was being this truculent with a naked man made of hard gold pressed against her, but the frantic confusion of the last few weeks disappeared with his touch.
    His hand stroked up to her neck and followed the trail of bare skin across her breastbone. She enjoyed the texture of his skin against hers.
    “How detailed does this contact with me have to be?”
    He smiled slowly. “The honest answer or the one I want to give you?”
    “First one and then the other.”
    “The direct contact of my hand to your skin was probably enough. What I would like to say is that I need to be inside you for at least an hour for it to have a lasting effect.”
    Mel licked her lips. “Oh. That is a quandary.”
    “Isn’t it though?” He stroked his hands down her breasts, then up again and eased her gown off her shoulders.
    He leaned in and stroked his cheek across hers. “Just tell me when you have had enough.”
    She felt more than heard his voice. It ran along her nerve endings and down her spine. That was what she had been missing. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands to his chest, working over the strange muscle formation and across his belly. His skin was softer the lower she got. Slicker with a tighter feel. It was still hard to the touch, but it was a finer grain.
    Her dress whooshed to her ankles, and she stood with him, skin to skin, in her small quarters. Mel groaned as she pressed herself as tightly to him as she could manage. His erection was mashed against her pelvis, but it was sturdy enough to hold its own.
    Dornin-tah walked her back until she was up against her desk. With a smooth move, he lifted her until she was sitting on the edge of the desk with her thighs spread apart.
    He would stop if she said no , but no was the furthest thing on her mind. Please was by far the most uppermost comment in her thoughts.
    He slid a hand between her thighs and rubbed her honey between his fingers. “Every inch is a delight to the senses.”
    Her blush could have started a fire. When he tasted his digits, she shivered and looked away. That was something she couldn’t watch.
    He flicked his tongue across her cheek, and the split appendage caressed her skin in two places with surprising strength.
    Mel twisted and she turned her head to