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images rose in her mind that made her body vibrate with anticipation. Each time she failed to keep her own gaze from straying to him, she felt heat begin to rise inside of her, felt her pulse begin to beat a little faster.
After weeks in space, confined in so small an area, she’d almost begun to hope she would be discovered. She supposed that accounted for her carelessness.
Or perhaps it was only that Dante had made her so aware of her femininity that she’d become preoccupied with the distant ache that found no surcease.
She’d stayed far longer beneath the pounding water of the shower than she should have, caressing her own aching body with her soapy hands until the discomfort grew to be too much to bear. For someone who’d spent most of her life trying to divorce herself from her body, it seemed doubly difficult to find this new awareness of it that she couldn’t chase away no matter how hard she tried. Finally, she’d turned to washing her hair. She’d just rinsed the soap from it when she finally sensed a presence nearby.
Her heart leapt into her throat as the realization sank in that she’d been vaguely aware of the sensation of being watched even before she’d begun to wash her hair, too preoccupied with the ache between her legs and the uncomfortable tenderness of her breasts to consciously acknowledge it, but aware in some distant corner of her mind.
Her instincts had atrophied from boredom and disuse.
She had to force her frantic mind to function, consciously call her training to her aid.
She’d alerted him, however, by the sudden tension of her body. Even as she swung into action, he countered her strike, slamming her into the back wall of the stall.
For all that, the collision was carefully controlled and didn’t even knock the breath from her. Amaryllis blinked the water from her eyes and looked up at the man pinning her to the cold metal wall.
“Dante!” she gasped, torn between relief and dawning anger.
He was furious. That much was instantly obvious. “That was either unbelievably careless … or calculating,” he ground out.
Right up until the very moment he spat the accusation at her, Amaryllis had carefully avoided the fact that she had dallied in the shower because she knew Dante would be returning soon. She’d convinced herself that she would be in and out before he returned, but she’d made no attempt to hurry.
She’d wanted to bait him.
She wasn’t certain why, but her transparency embarrassed her and because it did, it also angered her. “I don’t have an internal clock like you do!” she snapped.
The reminder angered him far more than she’d expected it to. Grasping her hand, he guided it to the crotch of his uniform, molding her palm over his heated erection. It was huge, rock hard, and throbbed at her touch like a live thing. Amaryllis’ eyes widened. Her heart faltered, then began to race. Heat curled low in her belly. Her mouth went dry and the breath froze in her lungs.
“Does that feel to you as if I feel nothing?” he ground out. “If I were no more than a cold, unfeeling machine, do you think desire would torment me every time I look at you?”She licked her lips nervously, tried to gather moisture into her mouth. “You were probably designed as a pleasure droid,” she said a little shakily.
Several emotions chased across his features before they hardened once more with anger. “I was designed to kill … but I can give pleasure, as well. Do you want me to pleasure you?”
Under the circumstances, no. She wasn’t about to ask for it! But she needed it, she realized, desperately.
To her relief, he didn’t wait for a yeah or nay. When she hesitated, he lifted her against the wall, pinned her there with his body and pressed open mouthed kisses along her throat and shoulder, licking the moisture from her skin and leaving fire in the wake of his touch. She gasped as he invaded her senses, shuddered as his mouth moved hungrily across her flesh and
After weeks in space, confined in so small an area, she’d almost begun to hope she would be discovered. She supposed that accounted for her carelessness.
Or perhaps it was only that Dante had made her so aware of her femininity that she’d become preoccupied with the distant ache that found no surcease.
She’d stayed far longer beneath the pounding water of the shower than she should have, caressing her own aching body with her soapy hands until the discomfort grew to be too much to bear. For someone who’d spent most of her life trying to divorce herself from her body, it seemed doubly difficult to find this new awareness of it that she couldn’t chase away no matter how hard she tried. Finally, she’d turned to washing her hair. She’d just rinsed the soap from it when she finally sensed a presence nearby.
Her heart leapt into her throat as the realization sank in that she’d been vaguely aware of the sensation of being watched even before she’d begun to wash her hair, too preoccupied with the ache between her legs and the uncomfortable tenderness of her breasts to consciously acknowledge it, but aware in some distant corner of her mind.
Her instincts had atrophied from boredom and disuse.
She had to force her frantic mind to function, consciously call her training to her aid.
She’d alerted him, however, by the sudden tension of her body. Even as she swung into action, he countered her strike, slamming her into the back wall of the stall.
For all that, the collision was carefully controlled and didn’t even knock the breath from her. Amaryllis blinked the water from her eyes and looked up at the man pinning her to the cold metal wall.
“Dante!” she gasped, torn between relief and dawning anger.
He was furious. That much was instantly obvious. “That was either unbelievably careless … or calculating,” he ground out.
Right up until the very moment he spat the accusation at her, Amaryllis had carefully avoided the fact that she had dallied in the shower because she knew Dante would be returning soon. She’d convinced herself that she would be in and out before he returned, but she’d made no attempt to hurry.
She’d wanted to bait him.
She wasn’t certain why, but her transparency embarrassed her and because it did, it also angered her. “I don’t have an internal clock like you do!” she snapped.
The reminder angered him far more than she’d expected it to. Grasping her hand, he guided it to the crotch of his uniform, molding her palm over his heated erection. It was huge, rock hard, and throbbed at her touch like a live thing. Amaryllis’ eyes widened. Her heart faltered, then began to race. Heat curled low in her belly. Her mouth went dry and the breath froze in her lungs.
“Does that feel to you as if I feel nothing?” he ground out. “If I were no more than a cold, unfeeling machine, do you think desire would torment me every time I look at you?”She licked her lips nervously, tried to gather moisture into her mouth. “You were probably designed as a pleasure droid,” she said a little shakily.
Several emotions chased across his features before they hardened once more with anger. “I was designed to kill … but I can give pleasure, as well. Do you want me to pleasure you?”
Under the circumstances, no. She wasn’t about to ask for it! But she needed it, she realized, desperately.
To her relief, he didn’t wait for a yeah or nay. When she hesitated, he lifted her against the wall, pinned her there with his body and pressed open mouthed kisses along her throat and shoulder, licking the moisture from her skin and leaving fire in the wake of his touch. She gasped as he invaded her senses, shuddered as his mouth moved hungrily across her flesh and
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