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she pasted on a saccharine-sweet smile. “Technically you are correct. You can ask whatever you want, but that doesn’t mean I will answer. I’m not one of your warriors to command.” This wasn’t going at all how she’d planned. This male was so infuriating. She’d planned to ask him about his day, give him the pastries she’d agonized over buying and more importantly, she’d been hoping he might follow through with that kiss he’d been promising with his heated gaze earlier. Apparently she’d been looking forward to the kiss way too much.
“You should have told me where you were,” he snapped. “I’m in charge of your safety while you’re here.”
“Ruari trusted Daan. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” She’d felt perfectly safe all day. There had been a few interested looks from males, but mostly they’d just been curious.
“No.”
“Then why are you angry?”
“Because you didn’t answer your communicator when I contacted you. I was…worried.” He rasped out the last part, as if it was difficult to admit.
“You called me? I…” She pulled her communicator from her pocket and frowned. Oops. She had ten missed calls. Still, that wasn’t a reason for him to be so angry at her. “It was set to silent mode.” She started to apologize when he cut her off.
“You will tell me your whereabouts from now on. I must know that you are safe.”
She blinked at him in shock, unable to force any words out. Taking a step forward, she thrust the pastry bag at his chest. Startled, he took it. Feeling her temper rise like one of the geysers from planet Prioni she’d heard about, she shoved past him. She wasn’t even going to respond to that ridiculous order. Angry and probably disproportionately hurt that he was being such a jerk, she started to move past him when he grasped her upper arm.
“I…” His fingers loosened, but he didn’t fully let her go. “I am sorry.”
She turned to face him fully, her chest brushing against him. She had to look up because of their height differences. That masculine scent she couldn’t quite define twined around her again. It made it difficult for her to think straight. The male was so infuriating, telling her what to do and talking to her as if she was one of his men. As if she’d asked to be held captive. But…standing here with him, she wanted to reach up and stroke her hand over his midnight dark hair.
Even if he seemed prone to giving orders, he wanted to keep her safe. It was hard to forget that. And he’d been so honorable about housing her here and respecting her wishes to keep other warriors away unless she changed her mind.
Some of the warriors had hair long enough to reach their shoulders, but Con’s was closely cropped along his skull. She wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. Okay, she really wondered what it would look like to have his head buried between her legs.
She never should have listened to the stories she’d heard about how talented Luminet males were with their tongues. Since meeting Con, she desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to have him—
He crushed his mouth to hers, jerking her out of her fantasies right into the reality.
Chapter 6
Leilani gasped into Con’s kiss, her first instinct to question the sanity of this, but she immediately melted into him. Maybe she should fight this, but his lips were soft, his tongue probing and teasing as it flicked against hers. Her nipples instantly pebbled at his gentle stroking. It was impossible not to fantasize about what it would be like to have that same tongue teasing her elsewhere.
She clutched at his shoulders as he hoisted her up. She wasn’t sure where he intended to move them, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips against him. The male was rock hard, a perfect specimen of Luminet warrior.
He growled into her mouth, the feel of it reverberating through her. He rolled his hips against her, his thick erection insistent and
“You should have told me where you were,” he snapped. “I’m in charge of your safety while you’re here.”
“Ruari trusted Daan. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” She’d felt perfectly safe all day. There had been a few interested looks from males, but mostly they’d just been curious.
“No.”
“Then why are you angry?”
“Because you didn’t answer your communicator when I contacted you. I was…worried.” He rasped out the last part, as if it was difficult to admit.
“You called me? I…” She pulled her communicator from her pocket and frowned. Oops. She had ten missed calls. Still, that wasn’t a reason for him to be so angry at her. “It was set to silent mode.” She started to apologize when he cut her off.
“You will tell me your whereabouts from now on. I must know that you are safe.”
She blinked at him in shock, unable to force any words out. Taking a step forward, she thrust the pastry bag at his chest. Startled, he took it. Feeling her temper rise like one of the geysers from planet Prioni she’d heard about, she shoved past him. She wasn’t even going to respond to that ridiculous order. Angry and probably disproportionately hurt that he was being such a jerk, she started to move past him when he grasped her upper arm.
“I…” His fingers loosened, but he didn’t fully let her go. “I am sorry.”
She turned to face him fully, her chest brushing against him. She had to look up because of their height differences. That masculine scent she couldn’t quite define twined around her again. It made it difficult for her to think straight. The male was so infuriating, telling her what to do and talking to her as if she was one of his men. As if she’d asked to be held captive. But…standing here with him, she wanted to reach up and stroke her hand over his midnight dark hair.
Even if he seemed prone to giving orders, he wanted to keep her safe. It was hard to forget that. And he’d been so honorable about housing her here and respecting her wishes to keep other warriors away unless she changed her mind.
Some of the warriors had hair long enough to reach their shoulders, but Con’s was closely cropped along his skull. She wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. Okay, she really wondered what it would look like to have his head buried between her legs.
She never should have listened to the stories she’d heard about how talented Luminet males were with their tongues. Since meeting Con, she desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to have him—
He crushed his mouth to hers, jerking her out of her fantasies right into the reality.
Chapter 6
Leilani gasped into Con’s kiss, her first instinct to question the sanity of this, but she immediately melted into him. Maybe she should fight this, but his lips were soft, his tongue probing and teasing as it flicked against hers. Her nipples instantly pebbled at his gentle stroking. It was impossible not to fantasize about what it would be like to have that same tongue teasing her elsewhere.
She clutched at his shoulders as he hoisted her up. She wasn’t sure where he intended to move them, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips against him. The male was rock hard, a perfect specimen of Luminet warrior.
He growled into her mouth, the feel of it reverberating through her. He rolled his hips against her, his thick erection insistent and
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