summit and plunging into the abyss beyond.
With a burst of inner light, she climaxed. She cried out and fel forward over him. He thrust upward one last time and she felt his liquid heat flow into her. She pressed her face against his sweat-slick body and murmured, “This doesn’t change anything. I may stil space you.”
He chuckled. “I’l worry about that tomorrow.”
She didn’t object further when he enfolded her in his arms and held her close.
Her breathing returned to a semblance of normal. Both drained and fil ed, they lay tangled together until sleep claimed them.
Chapter Four
Shy stared at the man dozing on the narrow med-bay bed beside her. She’d wanted him. Oh, how she’d wanted him, and she’d taken what he could give her with little hesitation. In her moment of need she’d ignored his past and possibly present betrayal. Had it been wise?
What was it about Greyson Dane that spoiled her for any other man? He wasn’t the most physical y attractive man she’d ever met. His body was above average, lean and firm, strong enough to make a woman feel secure in his arms, certainly, but not muscle bound. His features were even and pleasant. With his eyes closed, though, he looked almost ordinary, the kind of man you’d see anywhere and barely notice. Her crewmate Damon was far better looking than Greyson. But for al his golden good looks, perfect body and charm, Damon—even if she hadn’t considered him a brother—didn’t stir her blood that way. No other man ever had.
Her mind told her this had been a bad idea, but her body stil tingled from their lovemaking. No, not love making. Love had no part of her relationship with Greyson.
She’d gone that route once and lost everything. They’d had sex just now. Great, mind-blowing sex, but just sex. Sex her body was already beginning to want again.
Shy groaned.
But, her body argued, as long as she didn’t trust Greyson, why shouldn’t she enjoy a physical relationship with him? Why shouldn’t she use him to satisfy needs long denied? And as long as she didn’t love him, he couldn’t hurt her again.
Satisfied she’d resolved the conflict, she curled up next to him and closed her eyes. She had a few hours to rest before she needed to act.
Greyson woke with his body sated and content but his mind in turmoil. Shyanne sprawled on her stomach asleep beside him. The smel of their passion lingered in the air.
He stroked his hand over her back. Her skin felt like satin. He knew he shouldn’t have taken her to bed—scratch that; let her take him to bed—but in spite of the complications a renewed relationship between them would cause, he didn’t regret a moment of what they’d just shared. Nothing in his life compared to the feeling of completion she gave him. In comparison, the last ten years felt like a cold, barren wasteland. How had he survived so long without her? How could he keep her in his life?
Their first affair had been the fault of his youth and inexperience: Taken with her innocence and joy in living, he’d fal en hard for her. He smiled as he remembered their courtship. She’d been a virgin when they first came together, but apart from her name there’d been nothing shy or retiring about Shyanne Kedar. As with everything else in her life, she’d approached sex with curiosity and abandon.
Once she decided to be with him, he hadn’t stood a chance.
But what had drawn her to him? What had she seen in him al those years ago? He didn’t consider himself outstanding in the looks department. Though he kept in shape, his body wasn’t bulging with muscle. With brown hair, brown eyes and pleasant, even features, he’d made the perfect undercover ASP agent. Like a chameleon he faded into whatever environment was necessary, careful not to stand out in a crowd or in people’s minds.
His original job had been to watch her and report back, not to get involved with her. He’d never expected her to approach or even notice him. She was a
With a burst of inner light, she climaxed. She cried out and fel forward over him. He thrust upward one last time and she felt his liquid heat flow into her. She pressed her face against his sweat-slick body and murmured, “This doesn’t change anything. I may stil space you.”
He chuckled. “I’l worry about that tomorrow.”
She didn’t object further when he enfolded her in his arms and held her close.
Her breathing returned to a semblance of normal. Both drained and fil ed, they lay tangled together until sleep claimed them.
Chapter Four
Shy stared at the man dozing on the narrow med-bay bed beside her. She’d wanted him. Oh, how she’d wanted him, and she’d taken what he could give her with little hesitation. In her moment of need she’d ignored his past and possibly present betrayal. Had it been wise?
What was it about Greyson Dane that spoiled her for any other man? He wasn’t the most physical y attractive man she’d ever met. His body was above average, lean and firm, strong enough to make a woman feel secure in his arms, certainly, but not muscle bound. His features were even and pleasant. With his eyes closed, though, he looked almost ordinary, the kind of man you’d see anywhere and barely notice. Her crewmate Damon was far better looking than Greyson. But for al his golden good looks, perfect body and charm, Damon—even if she hadn’t considered him a brother—didn’t stir her blood that way. No other man ever had.
Her mind told her this had been a bad idea, but her body stil tingled from their lovemaking. No, not love making. Love had no part of her relationship with Greyson.
She’d gone that route once and lost everything. They’d had sex just now. Great, mind-blowing sex, but just sex. Sex her body was already beginning to want again.
Shy groaned.
But, her body argued, as long as she didn’t trust Greyson, why shouldn’t she enjoy a physical relationship with him? Why shouldn’t she use him to satisfy needs long denied? And as long as she didn’t love him, he couldn’t hurt her again.
Satisfied she’d resolved the conflict, she curled up next to him and closed her eyes. She had a few hours to rest before she needed to act.
Greyson woke with his body sated and content but his mind in turmoil. Shyanne sprawled on her stomach asleep beside him. The smel of their passion lingered in the air.
He stroked his hand over her back. Her skin felt like satin. He knew he shouldn’t have taken her to bed—scratch that; let her take him to bed—but in spite of the complications a renewed relationship between them would cause, he didn’t regret a moment of what they’d just shared. Nothing in his life compared to the feeling of completion she gave him. In comparison, the last ten years felt like a cold, barren wasteland. How had he survived so long without her? How could he keep her in his life?
Their first affair had been the fault of his youth and inexperience: Taken with her innocence and joy in living, he’d fal en hard for her. He smiled as he remembered their courtship. She’d been a virgin when they first came together, but apart from her name there’d been nothing shy or retiring about Shyanne Kedar. As with everything else in her life, she’d approached sex with curiosity and abandon.
Once she decided to be with him, he hadn’t stood a chance.
But what had drawn her to him? What had she seen in him al those years ago? He didn’t consider himself outstanding in the looks department. Though he kept in shape, his body wasn’t bulging with muscle. With brown hair, brown eyes and pleasant, even features, he’d made the perfect undercover ASP agent. Like a chameleon he faded into whatever environment was necessary, careful not to stand out in a crowd or in people’s minds.
His original job had been to watch her and report back, not to get involved with her. He’d never expected her to approach or even notice him. She was a
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