had nowhere to go. It wasn’t only that. She didn’t want to leave this place. She didn’t want to leave Remi.
He preened his black hair back, long fingers pushing the wavy tendrils of it from his face. It was longer on top than she remembered, but still short at the back.
Picking up the scanner, she walked around him, consciously brushing his knee with her hip as she passed. He breathed in sharply and his eyes followed her, burning her body with their heat and hunger. She brought her hand up and stroked it over his shoulder as she came to stand behind him. He kept his head turned to the side but closed his eyes. How much time did they have? How long would it be before he was gone? Fear whispered to her heart. She didn’t know if he’d come back this time. Had he learnt enough over these past two years to keep himself alive on that hellish planet?
Tears filled her eyes but she suppressed them, focusing on her work. She ran the scanner over his shoulder. The skin around the graze was bruising now, darkening and becoming mottled. The scan revealed no fractures or anything out of the ordinary. He’d probably jarred it or it was merely stiff from the bruising.
She didn’t dare move into clear view of him while there were tears in her eyes. It would only worry him and make her look weak. She’d been through so much in her life. Now wasn’t the time to cry. If he left here worrying about her, it would impact on his focus while he was down on the planet. She knew that he thought about her, that he had feelings for her. She’d realised it shortly after meeting him. The fact that he found reasons to see her at least three or four times a week had made it obvious.
Reaching around him, she picked up the skin healing device and ran the red beam over his flesh. The bruising disappeared. Now all she had to do was give him a dose of painkillers and he’d be on his way. Her twin hearts beat in opposition of that thought and the idea of him going into battle. She’d seen the fallout of war and the casualties it left in its wake. She didn’t want that to happen to Remi.
“ All done,” she whispered and placed her hand against his back. He tensed and then relaxed again. His body was warm beneath her fingers and she traced them downwards, following the line of his right shoulder blade. He had a strong back and an amazing body that put all others she’d seen to shame. It was no wonder the sons of Lyra had a reputation. Now two of them were married, leaving only Remi and his older brother Acer to be caught. She’d seen the looks the female soldiers gave Remi. All of them wanted him. They wanted to catch him.
A jealous snake hissed in her ear that they couldn’t have him. He was hers. It was her who he came to every time he was hurt. It was her who healed him and helped him through his dark times.
She moved around him, keeping close so her hip brushed his knees again. His hands flexed against the edge of the inspection table, fingers indenting the black leather.
“ Not leaving?” she said as she placed the healing device back onto the tray along with the scanner. She looked up when he didn’t answer, straight into dark passionate eyes. Her mouth turned dry and the twin beat of her hearts threatened to make her dizzy. His gaze fell to her lips. Hers dropped to his body. Bad move. Every muscle of it was tensed as he gripped the table. It was a divine sight worthy of the gods’ notice and it made her hum with desire inside.
“ Emmanuelle,” he whispered, husky and low and full of desire.
She tried to swallow. Her throat was too dry and sticky.
His left hand rose.
Her eyes closed and she kept her head lowered as his fingers caressed her cheek. It surprised her on two fronts. One, that he had finally discovered the courage to touch her and two, that he was using his cybernetic arm to do so. His hand opened, palm cupping her cheek. The feel of his thumb sweeping across her lower lip was too much. Desire