“I’m your captain.”
“And I’m a woman, unowned by any man, including you. Do you want to hear about the habitats or not? Because you’re wasting my time.”
His eyes flashed, making her wince. Somewhere behind her the locust banged on the wall of his habitat. Alexa refused to back down, meeting Hysterian’s gaze head on.
He took a step toward her.
She strained her neck but didn’t back away. If he was going to hurt her, so be it. He could not possibly force her to change her hair, in this life or the next. He’d have to hold her down and do it himself…
Pulse racing, she was afraid that might just happen.
He leaned down. She clenched her hands. Cloying heat plumed from him to envelop her. It made it hard to breathe.
When his face was before hers, he whispered, “I’m not a man.”
Her lips flattened.
“I’m a Cyborg,” he continued.
“Are you trying to scare me? Intimidate me?”
“I’m correcting you.”
He was so close they were nearly touching. Every fiber in her body was tense, waiting for the moment he would reach out and make contact. Death or bliss? What would he give her? Her belly danced, and her toes curled as he only stared at her instead, sending her into a tailspin.
Fear? Anger? She didn’t know what she felt anymore. All she knew was that she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to find out.
She needed to know how she’d react to it. Because right now, she wasn’t convinced she’d hate it. She wanted to believe she’d fight him.
“Cyborg or not,” she breathed, “you can’t tell me what to do.” But she took a step back, putting her spine against the glass. She pressed her hands flat against it at her sides.
It was an invitation.
One she’d given without first acknowledging it. Her cheeks burned.
Do it. Touch me. Remind me that I loathe you. I’m ready.But her sex clenched at the thought of him putting his hands on her… Alexa swallowed. This was wrong. Why was she reacting to him this way?
Like a bitch in heat.
He cocked his head, the lights of his eyes so bright they washed out everything else. Curiosity lit them, and she swallowed again.
Slowly, his hands came up on either side of her and locked her in.
He leaned in until their faces were level, and all she saw was him. Him, and blue, and nothing else. No death, no evil villain, just him.
“Your heart is pounding, Dear. I wonder why.”
She licked her lips. His eyes snapped to them.
“Do it,” she whispered.
“Do what?”
“What it is you’re thinking right now, before I come to my senses.”Test me.
His face moved closer.
“You have no idea what I’m thinking, and if you did, you wouldn’t like it.”
