Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg Long moments passed as she clung to him, absorbing what warmth she could. The rain soon drenched his clothes and dampened his skin, decreasing the heat he was passing on to her. “If I increase my body temperature any more, I’m risking brain damage,” he spoke against her dripping hair.
Copyright © 2016 Cyndi Friberg He lightly touched her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. “Bilarrians choose their mates. With Rodytes it’s different. It’s instinctive, visceral, and impossible to resist.” “I was taught about what Rodytes call the pull. I understand what happens and what it means.” “But have you ever experienced it?” One
Copyright © 2016 Cyndi Friberg “It’s not your choice to make.” Her voice grew stronger, but her body swayed toward his, needing something only he could give. “Of course the choice is yours, but how can you choose if you don’t understand what’s being offered?” She had no answer for that, so she just glared
Copyright © 2016 Cyndi Friberg “What must I do to be allowed to wear one of your shirts?” Her tone was tight, her expression carefully guarded. “Kiss me.” Her eyes widened then narrowed and she looked around the room. Was she trying to locate the closet so she could just take the shirt? He fought
One moment he’d seemed almost angry and now, she wasn’t sure what this was. “It’s not a matter of trust. I—” He caught the back of her hair and turned her head until their gazes locked. Despite the firmness of his hold, he wasn’t hurting her, just denying her need to escape. “Yes or no.
A tingle dropped down her spine as his mouth fit to hers. His tongue eased forward, pushing his taste into her mouth. She curled her tongue around his and allowed her instincts to do the rest. He tasted fresh, like rain-soaked mountain air. She took the kiss deeper, exploring his mouth with her tongue as
Copyright © 2016 Cyndi Friberg “If you want to stay, I’ll go to my suite. It’s obvious you’re trying to avoid me.” The hurt in her eyes made him feel like a heartless jerk. “I’m not trying to avoid you.” Yet that was exactly why he’d refused to stay. “Really?” She walked toward him, hips
Copyright © 2015 Cyndi Friberg “Are you on the list?” She tried to sound casual but her heart was beating so fast she was afraid he’d hear it. He caught a lock of her hair, but this time he wrapped it around his finger until his hand hovered near her face. “Would that please you?”
Copyright © 2015 Cyndi Friberg “I’m not having sex with you.” It was as much a reminder to herself as to him. He’d sent her firmest resolutions flying out the window with just the sound of his voice. “That’s not what I was suggesting.” His hands slid up to her waist, under her nightshirt. “I’ve
Copyright © 2015 Cyndi Friberg “If I’m a ruthless murderer, why aren’t you afraid of me?” The question made her stop and think. She’d been terrified by the situation, shocked and amazed by the surreal happenings. Even Nazerel made her uncomfortable, but she wasn’t afraid of Bandar. Intrigued, maybe even intimidated, but she didn’t feel threatened
