Page 30 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

Like a human’s.

But not.

Better.

So much better.

How would they taste?

She trembled at the very thought. Trembled as she remembered the way Zar had rubbed her lips earlier. He touched her like he knew the mouth was a sensitive part of the human body. Like he wanted to take full advantage of all those nerve sensors tripping over his touch.

Would he be the same? What would her fingers stroking a thousand nerve endings mean for this alien?

She swiped her finger over him again and heard his breath catch in his throat.

The air crackled with heat.

His hand snapped over her wrist.

“Si-Moon,” he said in a deep, warning voice.

Lust snapped through her, crackling hotter and faster than electricity. Zar was not the only one who could wind someone up. In this moment, she held control in her hands. She wasn’t being flung around by octopus aliens or chased by creatures in masks. She wasn’t ducking behind a tree, feeling small and helpless.

No.

Not now.

Not with Zar.

Lifting her free hand, Simone pressed it on his chest. His heart beat rapidly against her palm and it made her smile. “I’ve never trusted anyone.”

His eyes narrowed on hers. They were more black than purple as his irises got eclipsed by his pupils. The sight should have unnerved her, but it only made desire boil in her stomach. She was starting a fire and, when it burned, she would probably be destroyed.

But she didn’t contain it.

Simone was too drunk on this feeling to give a damn.

Let it burn.

“I don’t trust you. I won’t.” She traced a tattoo. Over the loop of it. Down. Back up.

His tattoos were so sexy.

His muscles.

The way he protected her.

The way he gently cared for her.

The way he got upset when she put herself in danger.

Everything.

All of it.

So damn infuriating.

And so damn sexy.

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