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The hatch swung open and Noah floated in the air beyond.
Oh my god.
He must've been seven feet tall. Huge. Maybe floating made you look bigger. He grabbed handles around the hatch and pulled himself forward, effortlessly gliding like a soaring eagle. His thick muscles flexed and rippled as he curled his legs forward and landed in front of me. He tucked his feet into straps on the floor.
He stood, looking down at me. Nope. It wasn't the floating. He was enormous. Made my five-five frame look like a a child. Even with all the curves.
He flashed a brilliant smile. It dazzled me into stunned silence. How was I ever going to conduct an interview looking into those eyes? How would I ever keep my mind on the questions? And keep it off the curve of his lips.
While his eyes held mine like magnets to the North Pole, I dimly realized that he wasn't wearing any clothes.
He was naked.
No, not naked.
But not wearing clothes in the normal sense.
A shiny gray fabric clung to him like a second skin. It accented his hard lines in all the right places. Less dimly, I realized it clung to him there too. And his size there was at least a match for the rest of him.
“Let's get you undressed,” he said.
My eyes flew open. Could he read my mind?
The crocodile in my belly switched directions.
He unsnapped the restraints across my chest. Even through the thick fabric of the suit, my skin was aware of his touch. Achingly aware.
No man had ever affected me like this. It was terrifying. Like I didn't have control of my own body.
Undress me?
Did he think he could just take me? Right here? Without so much as a handshake and a how-do-you-do?
What an arrogant ass!
“You overstep, Mr. Sinclair. You’ve made a grave mistake if you think I’m just going to jump into bed with you. If you think a smile is enough to open my legs.”
I said it. And it almost came out convincing.
His smile was so enough to open my legs.
“Out of the suit, I meant,” he said with a grin. That gorgeous grin. The one that ignited on his lips and exploded on mine.
My pink ones.
Down there.
He unfastened the last restraint and immediately my body floated up off the seat. The crocodile in my belly went into overdrive.
Noah pushed me back into the seat and clicked the seal on my helmet. He rotated it a fraction and my ears popped as the pressure in the cabin leaked in. He lifted my helmet off and let it float off to the side.
I was catatonic. Rebuffing his crude—and wonderful!—suggestion took it all out of me. I had no more reserves.
He lifted me gently so our eyes were level. His sparked a low yellow fire.
“Welcome to Orbital One, Ms. Gabarro. I've been waiting to meet you for a long time.”
* * * * *
CHAPTER ONE
The stars shone like diamonds scattered on a black velvet blanket. I thought I knew what a perfectly dark night sky looked like. I’d been in the desert under a new moon sky. I thought I’d seen it as clear as night, when the Milky Way looked like a jellyfish strung across the sky.
But that was nothing compared to this.
The stars beamed a pure white light against the deepest black. It was like taking off a pair glasses that had a thick layer of grime that I’d never noticed before.
Until now.
I looked away from the round window and took a deep breath. I sat in the cockpit chair, my body restrained by the harness. I didn't drift up into the ceiling but my stomach felt like it anyway. I’d heard zero g was like being in a swimming pool. A high school swim career made moving through water second nature.
This wasn’t floating in water. There was no thickness to it.
The wall in front of me was a blizzard of glowing buttons, dials, and gauges. Only one made sense to me. I checked the digital clock that counted down the launch and now counted up the mission time.
What did Director Chu call it?
Mission elapsed time.
That was the amount of time that I hadn't yet died, after not dying when the rocket
* * * * *
The hatch swung open and Noah floated in the air beyond.
Oh my god.
He must've been seven feet tall. Huge. Maybe floating made you look bigger. He grabbed handles around the hatch and pulled himself forward, effortlessly gliding like a soaring eagle. His thick muscles flexed and rippled as he curled his legs forward and landed in front of me. He tucked his feet into straps on the floor.
He stood, looking down at me. Nope. It wasn't the floating. He was enormous. Made my five-five frame look like a a child. Even with all the curves.
He flashed a brilliant smile. It dazzled me into stunned silence. How was I ever going to conduct an interview looking into those eyes? How would I ever keep my mind on the questions? And keep it off the curve of his lips.
While his eyes held mine like magnets to the North Pole, I dimly realized that he wasn't wearing any clothes.
He was naked.
No, not naked.
But not wearing clothes in the normal sense.
A shiny gray fabric clung to him like a second skin. It accented his hard lines in all the right places. Less dimly, I realized it clung to him there too. And his size there was at least a match for the rest of him.
“Let's get you undressed,” he said.
My eyes flew open. Could he read my mind?
The crocodile in my belly switched directions.
He unsnapped the restraints across my chest. Even through the thick fabric of the suit, my skin was aware of his touch. Achingly aware.
No man had ever affected me like this. It was terrifying. Like I didn't have control of my own body.
Undress me?
Did he think he could just take me? Right here? Without so much as a handshake and a how-do-you-do?
What an arrogant ass!
“You overstep, Mr. Sinclair. You’ve made a grave mistake if you think I’m just going to jump into bed with you. If you think a smile is enough to open my legs.”
I said it. And it almost came out convincing.
His smile was so enough to open my legs.
“Out of the suit, I meant,” he said with a grin. That gorgeous grin. The one that ignited on his lips and exploded on mine.
My pink ones.
Down there.
He unfastened the last restraint and immediately my body floated up off the seat. The crocodile in my belly went into overdrive.
Noah pushed me back into the seat and clicked the seal on my helmet. He rotated it a fraction and my ears popped as the pressure in the cabin leaked in. He lifted my helmet off and let it float off to the side.
I was catatonic. Rebuffing his crude—and wonderful!—suggestion took it all out of me. I had no more reserves.
He lifted me gently so our eyes were level. His sparked a low yellow fire.
“Welcome to Orbital One, Ms. Gabarro. I've been waiting to meet you for a long time.”
* * * * *
CHAPTER ONE
The stars shone like diamonds scattered on a black velvet blanket. I thought I knew what a perfectly dark night sky looked like. I’d been in the desert under a new moon sky. I thought I’d seen it as clear as night, when the Milky Way looked like a jellyfish strung across the sky.
But that was nothing compared to this.
The stars beamed a pure white light against the deepest black. It was like taking off a pair glasses that had a thick layer of grime that I’d never noticed before.
Until now.
I looked away from the round window and took a deep breath. I sat in the cockpit chair, my body restrained by the harness. I didn't drift up into the ceiling but my stomach felt like it anyway. I’d heard zero g was like being in a swimming pool. A high school swim career made moving through water second nature.
This wasn’t floating in water. There was no thickness to it.
The wall in front of me was a blizzard of glowing buttons, dials, and gauges. Only one made sense to me. I checked the digital clock that counted down the launch and now counted up the mission time.
What did Director Chu call it?
Mission elapsed time.
That was the amount of time that I hadn't yet died, after not dying when the rocket
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