The pauses were long, and by the time she managed to get out his name, he’d collected all the pads he’d dropped and shoved them back into the drawer.
“Good afternoon, Gemmaline,” he replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was just—”
“Calm… please!”
He’d thought to move past the girl but she grabbed him, her face earnest. Cal stepped backward, trying to pull away, but she held on tight. Before he realized it, his back was against the wall.
Staring down into her eyes, Cal felt the crackle of energy between them.Fuck. Not now.
His libido, which had been dormant for days, was picking this moment to rear its head.
Come on. You were asleep for the sexy doctors, but when a crazy lady shows up, it’s on?
Apparently so. He could feel himself getting hard as she started to run her hands up his chest, never once breaking eye contact.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered again. “I want you.”
Whoa, down boy. His cock had twitched at her words. Cal had to admit, he shared her desire. There was something about her, something innocent yet completely genuine, that caused his lust to spark. She was nothing like the women he’d known.
She’s an inmate of an intergalactic booby hatch. No matter how cute she is, you can’t do a thing.
Gemmaline was taking advantage of his immobility. Her hands had crept around his neck where her fingers were toying with the ends of his hair. The sensation was causing small shivers to dance down his spine. Pressing her body fully against his, she stood on tiptoes and tightened her grip.
“Eyes,” she whispered. “Lips… please.”
She was asking him to kiss her. “Oh no, little one,” he said, pulling back and bumping his head against the wall. “That’s not—”
Her hands moved to cup his head, her fingertips grazing his ear. Cal groaned, surprising himself. Taking advantage of his vulnerability, the little inmate struck. Pulling down hard, she managed to get his face within range. With no hesitation, she pressed her lips against his.
They were sweet, her lips, like the deep-blue berries of his home world. Deep blue, like her enticing eyes. He held still, letting her do the work, trying like hell to suppress the desire inside him.
But then her little tongue licked at the seam of his lips and he was lost. Cal took over the kiss, increasing its intensity. He heard her moan and it made his cock throb. Unable to help himself, his tongue swept into her mouth, exploring more deeply.
Her hands moved down to his shoulders where they practically clawed at him. Letting out a groan, he pulled her closer, slipping a hand under her round bottom and lifting her to him. She didn’t miss a beat, wrapping her legs around his waist. Walking her over to the desk, he set her on it and continued his exploration.
His lips moved to her neck, and when he licked her, she sighed. “Oh, yes, Ian. Please don’t stop.”
He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. Kissing his way up to her ear, he nibbled the lobe and felt her shiver in response. Then he was returning to her lips to get a second taste of her delicious flavor.
“Like honey,” he murmured. “So sweet.”
“I never knew it could be like this,” she said. “I never knew.”
Never knew.
Her words were like ice water. Cal pulled himself away, cursing. What the fuck had he done?
Passionately kissing a catatonic. About to do much more, if he hadn’t stopped himself. And in the middle of a fucking mission. What in the Crown Price of Hell’s name was going on?
“Don’t stop,” she said, her eyes filling with disappointment. “It’s working.”
He let out a hoarse laugh. “Working? Honey, I almost had you bent over that desk.”
“Yes,” she said, nodding earnestly. “That. Let’s do that.”
Cal shook his head. “Are you insane?” Then he slapped his face. “What am I saying? Of course you are.”
He didn’t expect the expression of hurt that covered her face, but then, what did it matter? His words were the truth.
