Keily: Human. Curvy. Independent. An intense, do-good activist who’s never without a cause to throw her limitless energy into. She likes her sex hot and impersonal. She doesn’t have time for silly romantic dalliances. She has a planet full of Battle Rats to save!
Ryker: Cyborg. Scarred. Cynical. Rejected by the females of Terras Five, he becomes one of the most sought-after mercenaries in the galaxy. But when he accepts a contract to capture a female activist he finds out not all females find his scars terrifying. One particular human female finds them incredibly sexy.
Engine failure, hastily terminated jumps, and a fluffy stowaway challenge the unlikely pair to work together to find their way home and into each other’s hearts.
Was the little minx actually trying to use sex to get to him? He smothered the unfamiliar urge to laugh. Did she really think he’d believe she still found him irresistible? Or even remotely desirable? “Just until the negotiations are over. Shouldn’t be more than a few moon cycles.” He leaned forward, deliberately looming over her and giving her a closeup view of his scarred face. “So what did you have in mind? To amuse ourselves?”
He had to give her credit, she didn’t flinch away from his scarred visage. “Well, I haven’t had much time to myself lately. Haven’t really had any downtime to speak of.” The pink tip of her tongue appeared, running over her lips in a blatantly suggestive gesture.
Tempting. Damn, she was tempting. It had been so long since someone has tried to seduce him, he’d forgotten the thrill of knowing a female wanted him, wanted to feel his naked body sliding against hers. His gaze strayed to those perfect globes rising and falling with each breath. Reaching down, he gently pulled the edge of her top apart. For a brief second, the material resisted him. Then, like a flower opening under the welcoming warmth of a planetary sun, it popped apart to let her luscious breasts spill out.
And they really were luscious. Keily arched her back, wordlessly offering them up for his approval. Oh, yeah. He definitely approved. Lowering his head, he scored his teeth across one dark pink nipple, feeling it pebble into a hard tip in his mouth.
He lifted his head as a tiny tinge of guilt stirred in the corner of his brain. He had no intention of allowing her to escape so she could go back to champion the Battle Rats in the upcoming confrontation. Accepting her sexual advances knowing he had no plan to give her what she wanted wasn’t fair.
Then again, life wasn’t fair. He was living proof of that.
What the hell. She’d started it, and he didn’t recall keeping his hands off of her being one of the conditions of the contract. He just had to keep her off the planet and incapable of throwing a monkey wrench into the Conglomerate’s plans.
“You sure you want to do this?” Ryker cupped the warm mounds of flesh, his damnable sense of right and wrong forcing him to give her a chance to stop him before it was too late. “I know I’m not the kind of male you humans like to dream about.”
She cocked her head, a look of startled confusion on her face. “Seriously? You think you know what kind of male I fantasize about? Let me assure you it isn’t some slick young pretty boy who wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman.”
Her gaze ran over him from tip to toes, igniting a slow burn he hadn’t felt since before he’d become more machine than man. She didn’t linger on the scars or the metallic arm. What she did linger on was the growing bulge at his groin.
Damn. Was there anything sexier than a female who wasn’t afraid to let you know that she wanted you?
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