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dark eyelashes fluttering against her
pale cheeks. Peaceful, like an angel at rest.
    Careful not to disturb her, he gathered her into his arms as
though she weighed nothing. To him, she didn’t. Mumbling something
unintelligible, she nestled against him, her face in the curve where his neck
met his shoulder. Her lips brushed gently against the skin there, the softest
of touches, but one that speared right through his body to his cock.
    He closed his eyes for a second to control his bodily
reactions. He’d never had such strong reactions to any woman before. Ever. So
why this one? He entertained the thought that she was some kind of human witch,
designed to drive cyborg men mad, then shook his head, amused at his own
ridiculousness.
    He tightened his arms around her and rested his lips and
nose against the top of her head. She’d used some kind of floral shampoo.
Probably last night. He savored the fresh smell and the feeling of her in his
arms. A rush of protectiveness surged through him. He’d take her through to his
cabin. The bed was small but she would be comfortable there and wouldn’t wake
up with the kinks in her back and neck that she’d get sleeping in the chair.
    “Lyon?” Cael’s voice stopped him as he turned to head out of
the main cabin. He looked over his shoulder. Her face was curious, her head
tilted to one side. “You could have asked for anything on that ship. Why her?”
    He didn’t need to think about the answer.
    “She makes me feel human.”
     
    She was comfortable and safe. Murmuring contentment in the
back of her throat, Samara snuggled closer into the warmth that surrounded her.
Warmth that finally resolved itself in her sleepy brain as a hard male body in
the bed with her.
    She shifted, her hand wandering over her pillow to test the
solid muscle there. Yes, she thought so. It was definitely a male chest. A hard
male chest covered in satiny skin—her fingers paused on a ridge to explore its
length—and one covered in scars that told of a life of violence.
    Lyon.
    She kept her eyes closed and floated in that delicious state
between asleep and awake. If she stayed here, she didn’t have to think about
yesterday or deal with it. She could just lie here and enjoy the novelty of
waking up in someone’s arms and feeling cherished.
    Five more minutes.
    A deep chuckle reverberated through the wide chest she had
her head rested against. “I know you’re awake.”
    “Am not,” she protested, but opened her eyes as he shifted.
A warm green gaze locked onto hers. She couldn’t help it, she smiled back
sleepily. They were crammed into a small bed… Well, it would have been a large
bed had she been the sole occupant, but with his large frame wrapped around
her, even an imperial prince’s bed would have seemed on the small side.
    The color of his eyes shifted. Moss green darkened to the
color of pine forests during a storm. Heat flared in the darkness as he dropped
his head to claim her lips.
    Thoughts crowded into her head, fighting for her attention
like hyperactive children in a classroom. She ignored them and opened up for
him, kissing him back with a hunger that surprised even her.
    Just five more minutes, then she’d deal with them.
    He moaned, more of a growl from the bottom of his broad
chest, and rolled her onto her back. His battle-hardened body stretched out
over hers, all hard planes against her soft curves. A hair-roughened thigh slid
between hers.
    Her eyes shot open as she realized he was naked. The press
of his cock, hard and heavy, against the bare skin of her stomach informed her
that so was she. She’d remembered falling asleep in the main cabin and she’d
certainly been fully dressed. Her heart melted at the same time her body
flooded with heat. He must have undressed her before putting her to bed. What
kind of kidnapper did that?
    One who intended to have sex with her, that’s who ,
the cynical voice in the back of her head sniped. She ignored it. Again, even
though