ground her against his cock again.
Her cheeks flushed.
“Excellent advice,” he said, opening the door.
Putting a possessive hand on her hip, he led her out the archway leading into the gardens. They wove past the nightclub tucked in one corner, vines nearly swallowing the stumpy building, and down a path.
A short time later, they came upon his ship. Pride swelled within his chest. Zenon . The ship was his pride and joy. And for some reason, it was important to him that Hannah meet his ship, and that the ship like her.
Have you lost your mind? She’s a human. Father would never live it down.
Or maybe all the blood in your cock came straight from your brain.
He took a deep breath. “Meet Zenon .”
Chapter Four
The last time Hannah had been in Liam’s ship, she’d been so busy trying to escape a possible kidnapping that she hadn’t stopped to fully appreciate the beauty of a living ship. Now, however, she had all the time in the world. Zenon , as Liam had called her, was incredible.
Reaching out gently, Hannah stroked the deep green of her hull. The ship vibrated softly beneath her touch, or perhaps it was her imagination. Walking slowly along the length of the spacecraft, she was amazed by the combination of plant and technology.
A spike of jealousy buried itself in her stomach. Why did these creatures only bond with Keltairs? She would love one for herself.
“Do you like her?” Liam asked, his voice soft.
She turned to him, sensing nervousness behind his dark eyes. “I love her. Liam, she’s beautiful. Just amazing. Can we really fly her?”
His lips curved into a smile that made her heart stop. “Of course.”
He leaned in, crowding her back against the side of the ship. For a minute she thought he’d kiss her again, and heat grew in her core. But his hand brushed the hull of Zenon , and a door opened, a ramp forming below.
“Want to take a ride?”
Her entire body tingled with anticipation. “Hell, yeah.”
Stepping into the ship, she was surprised by how bright it was. Windows peeked from the walls, and tiny white flowers flowed along the vines, glowing softly. It was more beautiful than she remembered.
The door closed behind them.
She circled the small area, letting her fingers glide along metal and vegetation, until she came to the front of the craft, where two chairs sat at the control panel, staring out a large window into the gardens.
He sat gingerly on one of the chairs.
He’s still hurting, though he tries not to show it.
“Ready?”
Excitement buzzed through her. She sat down on the other chair, and they both buckled up. He reached out and touched his palm to a large square of green on the control panel. Beneath his touch, the green seemed to melt. The ship hummed softly, and suddenly, seemingly effortlessly, they were rising from the ground.
“Wow,” she whispered reverently.
It was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Like flying in the belly of dragon, rather than a metal machine. The ship maneuvered like a bird, banking and soaring. As they rose higher and higher, she laughed, amazed by the strange sensation. Soon they left the atmosphere and entered space. Only then, did he take his palm away from the controls, and turn to her.
Words bubbled out before she could stop them. “This is incredible. I thought I loved flying before, but this is like something entirely new. She moves so smoothly, so gracefully. I can’t imagine technology ever being able to compare with this.”
She unbuckled, and he followed.
Peering around the ship, she laughed. “ Zenon is something else…”
He pulled her against him.
Her gaze met his. His emotions were written clearly on the strong lines of his face. They washed over her, stealing her breath. Never had she seen a man look at her like that, as if he cared for her, as if he was amazed by her. As if… her heart stammered.
“I’m so glad you like her.” He ran a finger along the line of her jaw, and she shivered.