sensitive.
“Unfortunately, no, and I desperately want
to know if the glimpse I got of those tiny, poor excuse for panties
really showed that your pussy is shaved clean.”
She turned her head and bit his bottom lip,
drawing it into her mouth. “You don’t need to see to confirm
that.”
He growled again, the sound vibrating
through him. “You drive me crazy.”
God, this wasn’t really happening, was it?
This was Damon Malik. Bane of her existence for the last three
months. “This is still probably a bad idea,” she managed to get
out. “It’d be hot sex and then we’d be back to—” hating seemed like
the wrong word now “—disliking each other.”
His mouth moved over her jaw. “All I heard
was hot sex.”
“Typical.” She curled her hands into his
dark hair. It was so silky. She tried hard to keep her mind on
track, despite the marvelous things he was doing to her. One of his
hands had slid down and cupped her breast. He was plumping it, his
thumb rubbing her nipple. “We’d…we’d have to see each other every
day back at the museum. This…it…would be a complication.”
He bent her backward slightly, his mouth
sliding down her neck, his teeth scraping over her collarbone.
“Complications keep life interesting.”
His mouth closed over her nipple, bra and
all. As he sucked on her, she made a small cry and bucked against
him. It felt crazy good. She tightened her hands in his hair,
urging him closer.
He chuckled and moved to the other breast.
“And I think I might like you after all.”
God . She yanked his head up and
pulled his mouth to hers.
His tongue swept over her lips and their
mouths fused, both of them struggling to get closer to each other.
She bit his bottom lip, he sucked on her tongue. He pulled her
closer and she felt the hard press of his erection digging into her
belly. Yes . The hot, furious kiss made her knees weak and
every single part of her felt like it was turning molten. The man
could kiss.
She even heard bells ringing. Wait…
Bells?
Damon pulled back and cursed. “The deterrent
alarms!”
***
Damon ran over to where Dathan stood, staring
at the fence and beyond. A second later the ringing stopped.
“What is it?” Damon demanded.
The treasure hunter clutched a hand-held
scanner, waving it left and right. “Don’t know. Nothing’s coming up
on the scanner.” He shook his head. “Could be something, could be
nothing.”
A slight wind was blowing. Damon stared out
into the desert darkness, but the shadows refused to give up their
secrets. The cold wind made him realize he was still shirtless.
A breathless Lexa jogged up to them. She’d
pulled on some clothes. “Was it the desert wolves?”
Dathan was eyeing her somewhat-disheveled
state and Damon knew the kid wasn’t fooled. It was hard to miss the
hastily-pulled-on clothes—and Damon knew just what she was hiding
under there now—and kiss-swollen lips. And damn, he wanted to taste
her again. He wanted his mouth on her breasts, his fingers
exploring her and those red lips wrapped around his…
Fuck . His cock, still semi-hard,
sprang back to full life.
“False alarm,” Dathan finally pronounced.
“Let’s grab some chow. I think we should be ready to move fast,
though, just in case.” He glanced at Lexa. “And that includes
knowing where we’re headed next.”
They all settled around the fire. Damon sat
down next to Lexa. Not too close, but close enough to pick up her
scent—something fresh and fruity. Shit . He was still hard as
Dinorian granite. He shifted slightly in an attempt to ease the
discomfort.
As the three of them munched on their
unappetizing rations—Damon had eaten enough cloned food in his
lifetime to never want to see the stuff again—Lexa pulled out her
replacement Sync. She lifted her necklace and clicked her pendant
into the slot on the side. She waited a second, then tapped the
screen.
“Okay, the next clue says, ‘At the
Crossways, make a choice that leads
“Unfortunately, no, and I desperately want
to know if the glimpse I got of those tiny, poor excuse for panties
really showed that your pussy is shaved clean.”
She turned her head and bit his bottom lip,
drawing it into her mouth. “You don’t need to see to confirm
that.”
He growled again, the sound vibrating
through him. “You drive me crazy.”
God, this wasn’t really happening, was it?
This was Damon Malik. Bane of her existence for the last three
months. “This is still probably a bad idea,” she managed to get
out. “It’d be hot sex and then we’d be back to—” hating seemed like
the wrong word now “—disliking each other.”
His mouth moved over her jaw. “All I heard
was hot sex.”
“Typical.” She curled her hands into his
dark hair. It was so silky. She tried hard to keep her mind on
track, despite the marvelous things he was doing to her. One of his
hands had slid down and cupped her breast. He was plumping it, his
thumb rubbing her nipple. “We’d…we’d have to see each other every
day back at the museum. This…it…would be a complication.”
He bent her backward slightly, his mouth
sliding down her neck, his teeth scraping over her collarbone.
“Complications keep life interesting.”
His mouth closed over her nipple, bra and
all. As he sucked on her, she made a small cry and bucked against
him. It felt crazy good. She tightened her hands in his hair,
urging him closer.
He chuckled and moved to the other breast.
“And I think I might like you after all.”
God . She yanked his head up and
pulled his mouth to hers.
His tongue swept over her lips and their
mouths fused, both of them struggling to get closer to each other.
She bit his bottom lip, he sucked on her tongue. He pulled her
closer and she felt the hard press of his erection digging into her
belly. Yes . The hot, furious kiss made her knees weak and
every single part of her felt like it was turning molten. The man
could kiss.
She even heard bells ringing. Wait…
Bells?
Damon pulled back and cursed. “The deterrent
alarms!”
***
Damon ran over to where Dathan stood, staring
at the fence and beyond. A second later the ringing stopped.
“What is it?” Damon demanded.
The treasure hunter clutched a hand-held
scanner, waving it left and right. “Don’t know. Nothing’s coming up
on the scanner.” He shook his head. “Could be something, could be
nothing.”
A slight wind was blowing. Damon stared out
into the desert darkness, but the shadows refused to give up their
secrets. The cold wind made him realize he was still shirtless.
A breathless Lexa jogged up to them. She’d
pulled on some clothes. “Was it the desert wolves?”
Dathan was eyeing her somewhat-disheveled
state and Damon knew the kid wasn’t fooled. It was hard to miss the
hastily-pulled-on clothes—and Damon knew just what she was hiding
under there now—and kiss-swollen lips. And damn, he wanted to taste
her again. He wanted his mouth on her breasts, his fingers
exploring her and those red lips wrapped around his…
Fuck . His cock, still semi-hard,
sprang back to full life.
“False alarm,” Dathan finally pronounced.
“Let’s grab some chow. I think we should be ready to move fast,
though, just in case.” He glanced at Lexa. “And that includes
knowing where we’re headed next.”
They all settled around the fire. Damon sat
down next to Lexa. Not too close, but close enough to pick up her
scent—something fresh and fruity. Shit . He was still hard as
Dinorian granite. He shifted slightly in an attempt to ease the
discomfort.
As the three of them munched on their
unappetizing rations—Damon had eaten enough cloned food in his
lifetime to never want to see the stuff again—Lexa pulled out her
replacement Sync. She lifted her necklace and clicked her pendant
into the slot on the side. She waited a second, then tapped the
screen.
“Okay, the next clue says, ‘At the
Crossways, make a choice that leads
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