Kelsey’s undercover assignment aboard the Fearless blows up in her face when the ship’s handsome commander sets his sights on her. They’re genetically compatible, which means one thing to a Rodyte male, pursue, seduce and claim his potential mate.
Jakkin didn’t set out to bond with a mate, but now that he’s found her, he’ll do everything in his power to win her heart. It doesn’t matter that she’s a spy, or that she claims to despise him. He can sense her attraction and smell her arousal. Her words are hurtful and cold, but he has no doubt that her passions burn as brightly as his.
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg
His gaze cooled, then hardened. “If you really want a mate, why would you refuse me? This only proves that my suspicions are justified.”
“All it proves is I don’t like you.” She stressed the last three words, drawing them out as she glared at him. “You’re a bully and I detest bullies.” She jerked against his restraining hands, but his hold was unbreakable. A fact that never failed to arouse her.
He extended his arms, pushing himself as far away as he could without letting go. “A gentle wooing would bore you to tears. You love fighting with me. It excites you. I can smell how aroused you are. Are you really going to deny it?”
“No.” She let the word sink in before adding, “Danger excites me. Strength excites me, but you are an arrogant jerk who doubts everything I say.”
“Can’t imagine why.” Apparently tired of the verbal sparring, he shifted both her wrists into one hand and lowered his head. His mouth covered hers and reality narrowed.
All she could see was his face, so she closed her eyes. His scent filled her nose and her pulse seemed amplified in her ears. She pressed her lips together, stubbornly ignoring his teasing tongue. Making him mad enough to kiss her had been her goal, but surrendering was not an option. He was too good at it and she enjoyed his taste, the warm slide of his tongue, entirely too much.
“Relax,” he whispered, his lips caressing hers. “Open for me.”
And like an intoxicated fool, she obeyed. His free hand stroked her face while his tongue explored her mouth. She tried to remain stiff and unresponsive, hoping he’d lose interest, but the battle was lost as soon as he touched her. She couldn’t resist him, not when her own instincts were fighting against her. She ached for him, needed to feel him moving deep inside her.
She moaned and arched her back, rubbing against him as she responded to his kiss. Her tongue slid over his and their tastes mingled, creating a cocktail even more intoxicating than his taste alone.