can come tomorrow to inspect my
apartment.”
She stiffened. What was he talking about? From his voice she
detected he was in trouble.
“Okay, see you then.” He ended the call and for a moment sat
staring at the far wall. His motionless pose alarmed her.
“What is it?”
Without looking at her, he replied, “My boss got wind that
you’re staying here.”
“Got wind?” Her mind fumbled over the phrase.
“Yes, he found out, and since it’s against the rules, they
want to inspect this place to see if they find a trace of you.”
Which they would. Unless he hid her.
Or she left before then with the starscale.
She swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. “Niles, I
can’t get you in trouble. I can go.”
Suddenly he twisted to her and seized her in his grasp. His
steely grip bit into her upper arms and she again witnessed the wild expression
cross his face.
“No. I brought it on myself, but I won’t turn you out.”
“I’ll find another place until…”
His dark brow cocked upward. “Until what?”
If ever there was a time to tell him about her mission, this
was it. He’d help her, she knew he would. But the thought of tearing herself
from him created a thickness in her throat that meant she was about to burst
into noisy tears again.
She rocketed to her feet and stumbled across the room to the
tall window. Looking out on the landscape of the city, she realized she really
didn’t belong here. Celestials belonged in the heavens, and that’s where she’d
go as soon as she gathered enough courage to steal the starscale. And leave the
man who had become her universe.
He came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her
waist. He nuzzled her throat. “You can trust me, Vega, but I can wait until
you’re ready to talk. Listen, I have an appointment to meet Mischa in ten
minutes and it’s a walk to the restaurant. Will you come with me?”
She shook her head.
He pressed a soft kiss beneath her ear, raising a shiver.
“Okay. But you have to do one thing for me.”
“What’s that?” Her voice echoed strangely off the window
glass.
“Don’t go. Whatever happens with work, I’ll take care of it.
And I’ll take care of you.”
Chapter Seven
Blue ribbons of moonlight wove through Niles’ bedroom and
fell across his bed. He lounged against a pile of down pillows, drinking in the
calm and trying to keep from going into the living room, scooping the sleeping
woman off the sofa and carrying her to his bed.
Yeah, he wanted her that badly.
This afternoon when he’d loved her, a switch had been
flipped in his brain. Sure, he’d felt his body’s reaction to her from the
start. Her exotic beauty drew him like a moon to a planet. And damn, when she’d
given herself to him without hesitation, possessiveness had taken hold. He was
still in its death grip. Couldn’t shake it if he tried.
His cock throbbed against the fabric of his boxers, the
engorged head leaking copious amounts of fluid.
For a long moment, he considered taking out his shaft and
fucking his fist to completion. His balls drew up tight to his body at the
thought. Heat bathed his limbs, urging him on. Just a few strokes would rob him
of all thought and grant him the desperate release he needed. He’d never make
it through another day with her in the same house if he didn’t issue the hot
spurts that could clear his mind and help him regain control.
He strained to hear movement in the other room. As usual,
he’d made up a proper bed on the sofa for her and given her one of his t-shirts
to sleep in. The thought of waking to find her facedown on the couch with her
supple globes peeking from beneath the cotton hem of his shirt maddened him.
He ached to truly know the shape of her body. The
experiences they’d shared hadn’t been nearly enough. Not at all.
Vivid images of her dancing in the moonlight the previous
night flashed through his brain and his cock grew rock-hard. The tip rubbed
against the elastic waist
apartment.”
She stiffened. What was he talking about? From his voice she
detected he was in trouble.
“Okay, see you then.” He ended the call and for a moment sat
staring at the far wall. His motionless pose alarmed her.
“What is it?”
Without looking at her, he replied, “My boss got wind that
you’re staying here.”
“Got wind?” Her mind fumbled over the phrase.
“Yes, he found out, and since it’s against the rules, they
want to inspect this place to see if they find a trace of you.”
Which they would. Unless he hid her.
Or she left before then with the starscale.
She swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. “Niles, I
can’t get you in trouble. I can go.”
Suddenly he twisted to her and seized her in his grasp. His
steely grip bit into her upper arms and she again witnessed the wild expression
cross his face.
“No. I brought it on myself, but I won’t turn you out.”
“I’ll find another place until…”
His dark brow cocked upward. “Until what?”
If ever there was a time to tell him about her mission, this
was it. He’d help her, she knew he would. But the thought of tearing herself
from him created a thickness in her throat that meant she was about to burst
into noisy tears again.
She rocketed to her feet and stumbled across the room to the
tall window. Looking out on the landscape of the city, she realized she really
didn’t belong here. Celestials belonged in the heavens, and that’s where she’d
go as soon as she gathered enough courage to steal the starscale. And leave the
man who had become her universe.
He came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her
waist. He nuzzled her throat. “You can trust me, Vega, but I can wait until
you’re ready to talk. Listen, I have an appointment to meet Mischa in ten
minutes and it’s a walk to the restaurant. Will you come with me?”
She shook her head.
He pressed a soft kiss beneath her ear, raising a shiver.
“Okay. But you have to do one thing for me.”
“What’s that?” Her voice echoed strangely off the window
glass.
“Don’t go. Whatever happens with work, I’ll take care of it.
And I’ll take care of you.”
Chapter Seven
Blue ribbons of moonlight wove through Niles’ bedroom and
fell across his bed. He lounged against a pile of down pillows, drinking in the
calm and trying to keep from going into the living room, scooping the sleeping
woman off the sofa and carrying her to his bed.
Yeah, he wanted her that badly.
This afternoon when he’d loved her, a switch had been
flipped in his brain. Sure, he’d felt his body’s reaction to her from the
start. Her exotic beauty drew him like a moon to a planet. And damn, when she’d
given herself to him without hesitation, possessiveness had taken hold. He was
still in its death grip. Couldn’t shake it if he tried.
His cock throbbed against the fabric of his boxers, the
engorged head leaking copious amounts of fluid.
For a long moment, he considered taking out his shaft and
fucking his fist to completion. His balls drew up tight to his body at the
thought. Heat bathed his limbs, urging him on. Just a few strokes would rob him
of all thought and grant him the desperate release he needed. He’d never make
it through another day with her in the same house if he didn’t issue the hot
spurts that could clear his mind and help him regain control.
He strained to hear movement in the other room. As usual,
he’d made up a proper bed on the sofa for her and given her one of his t-shirts
to sleep in. The thought of waking to find her facedown on the couch with her
supple globes peeking from beneath the cotton hem of his shirt maddened him.
He ached to truly know the shape of her body. The
experiences they’d shared hadn’t been nearly enough. Not at all.
Vivid images of her dancing in the moonlight the previous
night flashed through his brain and his cock grew rock-hard. The tip rubbed
against the elastic waist
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