Emrik’s mission is suddenly in danger when a feisty reporter sneaks aboard his ship. There is no denying how much he wants her, but can he trust her with his heart?
Emrik, Lunar Prime’s top covert agent, knows better than letting anything distract him from his objectives. And then he encounters Chloe Harlow. She is fearless, mouthy, and beautiful. He has never wanted anyone more. They seem to need the same things in and out of bed, but is she using their mutual desire to further her own agenda? They must figure out how to work together or the mission will fail and people will die.
Copyright © 2023 Cyndi Friberg
She swallowed hard, insides tight and shaky. “I have no interest in dating right now, much less finding a life partner.” Even as the protest left her mouth, she placed her hand on his.
Long and warm, his fingers closed around her hand and he drew her toward him. “We are just gathering information. Isn’t that what investigators like to do?”
Sitting across the table he’d looked large and fierce. Towering over her like this, he appeared massive. So why wasn’t she afraid? Her heart was pounding, but it was anticipation not fear.
He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck as he let go of her wrist with the other. Then he drew her against him and slowly lowered his head.
His scent reached her, growing more distinct with each of her indrawn breaths. “Wait,” she pleaded, but he didn’t. His lips brushed over hers, caressing for a moment before settling into place. She couldn’t shove him away. Their bodies were plastered together, so she gripped his thick upper arms for support.
Her surroundings blurred, making her feel dizzy. Her only option was cling to him or end up on the floor. His lips urged hers to part, his tongue lightly teasing. He was a warrior who had been alive less than a decade. She hadn’t expected him to be this skilled. The man knew how to kiss!
His fingers pushed up into her hair and made a loose fist, then he carefully pulled her head over to one side. She moaned, unable to stop the needy sound from escaping. She hated being manhandled, but had always found it arousing when a lover knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. It was a hard balance to find, but Emrik was achieving it effortlessly.
Her breasts ached, desperate for the firm squeeze of his hands. She wanted to rip off her clothes and rub against him naked. But it would only be fun if he were naked too. Wiggling closer, she ran her hands up and down his arms, reveling in the sculpted muscles and velvety skin.
He outlined her parted lips with the tip of his tongue then delved into her mouth. He tasted her briefly then went back to teasing. She whined helplessly, wanting his tongue sliding against hers, spreading his exotic taste all through her mouth.
His hands framed her face as he reluctantly pulled away. “Has any other kiss affected you like this?”
“I’m not sure. Kiss me again.”