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and he found himself quietly
willing her to touch his skin again, to give him a little relief
from his growing hunger. He needed to feel her soft warmth against
him. Ached for it.

    “ Are you
certain you know what you are doing?” he said, wishing that he
could see what she was looking at and clawing back a little
control.

    He didn’t have a clue
about how the suit worked or how to fix it. He hadn’t paid much
attention during his engineering lessons. Those lessons had taken
place in a room near the atrium and he had spent most of his time
there staring out of the window whenever his teacher had had his
back turned.

    “ My brother and
myself are the only crew of our ship. If things break, we have to
know how to fix them. I like to think that I’ve become quite
skilled at repairing things or installing new parts. I’m sure I can
fix this.” Her hands paused at their work again. A cold breeze
against his back chilled him to the bone. She must have opened the
suit to get to the same area the commander had accessed.

    Sweet mercy she was going
to touch him.

    Her fingers brushed his
bare back and he swallowed hard, unconsciously leaning backwards
into her touch so he could feel her better. He wanted her hands all
over him, covering every hard inch of his body.

    They were warm as they
stroked his back, sliding under the suit in a sensual glide that
made his heart beat faster.

    “ You’re too far
away,” she whispered.

    He groaned internally and
leaned further back. Her warm breath fanned over his back, making
him shiver and tremble. Her fingers caressed his skin in
mesmerising patterns as she searched for something on the suit. His
teeth sunk into his lower lip, biting it hard in an effort to
restrain the moan that tried to escape as she swept her thumbs over
his back and then breathed against him again.

    She was going to be the
death of him.

    The feel of her hands on
him was exquisite, addling his mind and making his head spin as he
silently begged her to touch more of him. He craved it. Needed it
so violently that he was bordering on turning and trying to break
through the bars to get to her. He yearned for her.

    Everything about her made
him hard and hungry for her. He had never felt such a deep gnawing
hunger and desire.

    He had never wanted a
female like he wanted her.

    “ Aha,” she said
and his eyes shot wide when she slid her hand into the back of his
suit and then pulled it out again. She hummed, singing a melody
that he didn’t recognise, and then made another noise of triumph.
“There.”

    Intense heat spread
outwards from his back as she closed his suit. It travelled down
his spine, its hot fingers creeping around his front and then down
his arms. He sighed, content, when his entire body began to
warm.

    “ Thank you,”
Tres said and turned to face her. He sat there a moment, basking in
the warmth and smiling as it seeped into his body. It was
divine.

    “ They’d only
disconnected the wiring.”

    The way she said that made
him feel as though he could have fixed it if he had bothered to
try. The idea of exposing himself to the cold for even a few
minutes had stopped him though. Even with the suit unable to
radiate heat, it was still thermal and had kept him warmer than he
would have been without it.

    “ Tres?” she
said and his heart beat again, hard and deep in his chest, turning
his blood as warm as the suit was.

    “ Yes?” he said
and was tempted to say her name. Renie. His courage failed
him.

    “ What do you do
for a living?” She carefully pulled her hands back through the
bars.

    “ Living?”

    “ A job? Myself
and my brother are archaeologists... explorers. We travel the
galaxy studying dead cultures and abandoned planets.”

    He vaguely remembered that
she had mentioned that yesterday. At the time, he had been too
enthralled by her hand on his to listen intently. It explained her
interest in his knowledge of dead languages. A skill such as his
would be beneficial in

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