Commander Kotto Tarr is sent to reopen Lunar 9, the Rodyte outpost nestled inside Earth’s moon. His crew resents him, the rebel leaders have chosen his ship as their headquarters, and a personal tragedy led to his promotion. But the exasperating tangle fades away when he meets Raina Solano. Challenged by her intelligence and fascinated by her spirit, he is instantly attracted to the feisty scientist.
Raina is “bio-streamed” to a spaceship against her will, and worse, her best friend Ashley set her up for the unwanted adventure. She’s met by a gorgeous alien who insists she’s his guest not his prisoner. He needs her to reestablish a self-contained food supply for Lunar 9. Undeniably curious, Raina soon learns that he won’t reveal the details unless she signs a 6 month contract.
Is 6 months on the moon too much to ask for the adventure of a lifetime? Raina’s scientific mind is more than ready for the unbelievable opportunity until she learns there’s an ulterior motive for her recruitment. A protein marker in her blood has identified Raina as a potential mate for the battle born and Commander Kotto himself is determined to claim her.
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 accepted that I’m doomed, at least for tonight. But we don’t both need to be miserable.”
“I’m not miserable.”
“Liar.” He softened the word with another chuckle. “You’ve been wet just as long as I’ve been hard. Have you forgotten about the Rodyte sense of smell?”
“Apparently.” He could smell her arousal? How humiliating.
“Let me touch you, Raina, just touch you. And we’ll see if it feels the same as it did with a human lover.”
Why would he want to touch her if she refused to reciprocate? Was he hoping she’d change her mind? The thought made her want to laugh. That was the main reason she hesitated. She was afraid she’d change her mind. “We shouldn’t.”
“I want to.” He bent and captured her mouth for a brief yet commanding kiss. “We both need this.”
Then his mouth was on hers again, stealing her breath and scattering her thoughts. Kissing him was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. The more they kissed the more she wanted his mouth on hers, his tongue sliding against and curling around hers.
He pulled her nightshirt off and tossed it aside, separating their mouths in the process. One of his hands stroked her back while the other cupped her breast. She tensed, waiting for his reaction. She’d always been thin, narrow hipped and small breasted. His hands returned to her waist and he lifted her. She braced her hands against his shoulders as his mouth fastened onto one of her nipples. He teased with his lips and tongue, even a hint of teeth, while she squirmed and arched, her self-consciousness forgotten.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered in the valley between her breasts. “I want to lick every millimeter of this velvety skin.”
Heat curled through her abdomen, igniting her core. She shivered helplessly as her imagination provided the scene. If he went down on her, there was no way she’d refuse him anything. “Touch me. You promised you’d just touch.” His lips caught her other nipple, sucking deeply, then he growled. “Are you sure?”