reversed, Steffen would have done the same. Mara’s curiosity, however, was disconcerting. Did she doubt his ability to do his job or was the source of her interest personal?
He hadn’t taken her flirtatious banter on the veranda seriously until she marched into her father’s office and demanded to know more about him. Her hips swayed as she walked, her jeans showcasing the delectable curve of her ass. There was only one reason his DNA would matter to her. Babies! His genetics were irrelevant if all she wanted to do was fuck. She was thinking beyond a casual tumble.
Damn. He’d accepted his physical desire for her. He was looking forward to exploring their attraction as soon as Taerok was apprehended. Now it was obvious she would expect a whole lot more than mutual satisfaction. Was he interested in an emotional connection? It had been a long time since he even considered that sort of involvement. Life as a Sentinel didn’t leave room for much else.
She reached her bedroom and he flowed through the door as she closed it behind her. Pausing beside the dresser, she looked around the room. Pouring energy into his shields, he meticulously blocked her subtle probing. She obviously suspected he’d disregarded her wishes, yet she didn’t speak. She opened one of the drawers and retrieved an oversized nightshirt.
He followed her as far as the bathroom then formed a metaphysical link with her consciousness. This allowed him to access her senses without completely disregarding her need for privacy. If she happened to look at herself in the mirror while she was naked, he couldn’t help it. Right?
Amusement rippled through his being. Her safety was his number-one concern, but at least he was attempting to respect her wishes.
She returned a few minutes later with her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair loose about her shoulders. He allowed himself one slow, assessing sweep from her head to her toes before he fixed his attention on her face.
Sitting on the side of the bed, she squeezed lotion into the palm of her hand and bent to rub the creamy substance into her legs. This was new. He watched her hands slide up and down her calves and across her knees. She had fabulous legs, long, lightly tanned, and sleekly muscled.
She nudged the hem of her nightshirt up as she massaged her thighs. Desire sizzled, urging him to materialize. Did she suspect he was watching her? Was that the reason for the change in her routine? She set the lotion aside and turned down the bed. The nightshirt rode up, offering him a teasing glimpse of her bare bottom.
Holy fuck! Had she always slept without panties? The need to manifest swirled through him, demanding and painful. He wanted to cup those softly rounded cheeks while he pushed his cock into her pussy. He could almost feel her grasping him, rippling around him as they shared their first real climax.
She turned off the lamp and slipped under the sheet. Moonlight spilled in through the window across from the bed. He tried to relax and regain control over his instincts. It was his imagination. She was going to sleep as she’d done every night since he arrived.
With casual movements, she pulled open the nightstand’s drawer and retrieved something from inside the small compartment. Her gun had been in the other nightstand. Surely, she wasn’t going to…
He couldn’t see what she had in her hand, but her position left little doubt about her intentions. She lay on her back with her knees slightly bent. Moonlight revealed her lovely face, while the details of her body were obscured by shadows and the sheet.
Her hands moved beneath the bedding. She arched and twisted, drawing his attention to her breasts. This was a show; there was no doubt about it. She was punishing him for intruding.
The sheet slipped, baring her legs as one of her hands slid between her thighs. He couldn’t actually see what she was doing, but that didn’t detract from the sensual beauty of the display. She
He hadn’t taken her flirtatious banter on the veranda seriously until she marched into her father’s office and demanded to know more about him. Her hips swayed as she walked, her jeans showcasing the delectable curve of her ass. There was only one reason his DNA would matter to her. Babies! His genetics were irrelevant if all she wanted to do was fuck. She was thinking beyond a casual tumble.
Damn. He’d accepted his physical desire for her. He was looking forward to exploring their attraction as soon as Taerok was apprehended. Now it was obvious she would expect a whole lot more than mutual satisfaction. Was he interested in an emotional connection? It had been a long time since he even considered that sort of involvement. Life as a Sentinel didn’t leave room for much else.
She reached her bedroom and he flowed through the door as she closed it behind her. Pausing beside the dresser, she looked around the room. Pouring energy into his shields, he meticulously blocked her subtle probing. She obviously suspected he’d disregarded her wishes, yet she didn’t speak. She opened one of the drawers and retrieved an oversized nightshirt.
He followed her as far as the bathroom then formed a metaphysical link with her consciousness. This allowed him to access her senses without completely disregarding her need for privacy. If she happened to look at herself in the mirror while she was naked, he couldn’t help it. Right?
Amusement rippled through his being. Her safety was his number-one concern, but at least he was attempting to respect her wishes.
She returned a few minutes later with her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair loose about her shoulders. He allowed himself one slow, assessing sweep from her head to her toes before he fixed his attention on her face.
Sitting on the side of the bed, she squeezed lotion into the palm of her hand and bent to rub the creamy substance into her legs. This was new. He watched her hands slide up and down her calves and across her knees. She had fabulous legs, long, lightly tanned, and sleekly muscled.
She nudged the hem of her nightshirt up as she massaged her thighs. Desire sizzled, urging him to materialize. Did she suspect he was watching her? Was that the reason for the change in her routine? She set the lotion aside and turned down the bed. The nightshirt rode up, offering him a teasing glimpse of her bare bottom.
Holy fuck! Had she always slept without panties? The need to manifest swirled through him, demanding and painful. He wanted to cup those softly rounded cheeks while he pushed his cock into her pussy. He could almost feel her grasping him, rippling around him as they shared their first real climax.
She turned off the lamp and slipped under the sheet. Moonlight spilled in through the window across from the bed. He tried to relax and regain control over his instincts. It was his imagination. She was going to sleep as she’d done every night since he arrived.
With casual movements, she pulled open the nightstand’s drawer and retrieved something from inside the small compartment. Her gun had been in the other nightstand. Surely, she wasn’t going to…
He couldn’t see what she had in her hand, but her position left little doubt about her intentions. She lay on her back with her knees slightly bent. Moonlight revealed her lovely face, while the details of her body were obscured by shadows and the sheet.
Her hands moved beneath the bedding. She arched and twisted, drawing his attention to her breasts. This was a show; there was no doubt about it. She was punishing him for intruding.
The sheet slipped, baring her legs as one of her hands slid between her thighs. He couldn’t actually see what she was doing, but that didn’t detract from the sensual beauty of the display. She
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