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“What are we going to do now?” she asks into the quiet.
“Ruin is giving me to noon to find you and get both our asses to Miami International.”
She exhales. “I can’t leave without the cases, Caine.”
“I know,” I admit. “And we won’t.”
“How do you plan on getting them? We don’t even know where Helios has them stashed.”
“We don’t, but Sanchez may.”
“You want to shake down the local colony heir?” she asks, trying to sit up. I growl and look at her. She lowers herself onto her elbows but won’t go farther. “You can growl all you want. That’s insanity, Caine. You’re a colony enforcer. That’s a territory war waiting to happen.”
“I’m a rogue regardless unless I’m on that plane at noon, Onyx,” I tell her. “I won’t leave you. I told you that.”
“Caine—”
I lean up and kiss her until she falls silent. Her moan is like honey on my tongue. Pulling back, I nuzzle her cheek. “You let me work out the details, okay?”
She huffs but lets me finish stitching her up without arguing more. When I tie off the last bit of thread, I dress the wound and wrap it securely.
“You’re good at this,” she remarks.
“Gage is the colony medic,” I say as I help her sit up. Pushing her hair back, I take in the pallor still in her skin, and the haze of pain and blood loss in her eyes. “You need to feed.”
“Caine, I don’t exactly feel sexy right now.”
My lips tug. “I know, baby. But you are to me no matter how you look.” Tugging my shirt off, I grip her small hands and lay them on my chest. Her amber eyes smolder. Regardless of what she says, the bond between us is already too strong. And it is hot. “All you have to do is look at me, baby, and I want you. Hell, touch me and my cock hardens.”
Her body shifts on the counter. “Caine—”
I smooth my blood stained hand over her cheek and cup the silken sway of her skin. “Feel my heat, baby. Inhale my scent.” I lean into her, careful not to jar her injured leg. Her eyes close and her lips part as I kiss her jaw, the soft line of her throat. “Take my need, angel,” I breathe over the delicate shell of her ear.
She shivers and her hands flex against my chest.
My body responds instantly, swelling and throbbing to fill her. She groans. “Caine,” she murmurs.
“I’m here, baby,” I croon, laying my hand on her waist, feeling the soft material of her suit. The lean line of her side. The curve of her pert breast. She trembles and I can smell her desire now, her need. It mirrors my own, hot and hard to think past.
A damn horde of levithans could break open the door and I wouldn’t care.
She finds my mouth with hers and I can feel the soft smile playing on her lips. She knows exactly how much I want her. How much I crave her.
Her little hand finds my zipper and I grab her wrist. “Baby, no.”
She raises a brow. “My leg is fucked up, Caine, not my hand,” she tells me, and I don’t miss the stubborn jut of her chin. “I can feel your hunger. Your need. Let me make you feel good.” My eyes flutter at her words and she pries her arm from my grasp.
Gulping, I stand still as she frees my cock into the cool air of the pharmacy. Her little hand works over me. Heat pools in my groin, the tendrils licking at my dick until I groan into her mouth.
“You’re so hot, Caine,” she whispers, her voice husky. Sultry. Like a damn siren. “I want you inside me so bad.”
“I want to be, angel. God, I want to feel your heat around me. How silky you are. How tight.” Her head falls back and I rock my hips, exactly how I would if I could fill her.
I can’t take her like I want, but I can give her pleasure. I can sate her in more than one way.
My fingers weave at my side and the zipper on the front of her suit slowly begins to lower. She gasps. The material parts, revealing the soft curve of her breasts, her flat stomach. The top of her silken mound.
I lean into her and kiss her collarbone, between her breasts. She grips me tighter, squeezing. I jerk and let her work me as I send a tendril of crimson light under the front of her suit.
