Sometime during the night, they’d changed positions.Taylor was pressed face-first into Vikan’s bare chest, her breath fanning out over one of his pierced nipples.It took her only another moment to realize that she’d never seen him shirtless before, but in her dreams, she’d known what he looked like, she’d known that the small bar pierced through his nipple was gold and that he had a long scar just above his left pectoral muscle.
Going crazy, she thought, but instead of panic, she felt…resignation.Like she was starting to accept what was happening, like she was actually buying into what Vikan had told her.
Because what other explanation was there?None of the other women had dreams like hers.She’d asked, fishing for possible answers.They all slept as peacefully as they possible could while she’d been racked by strange, vivid scenes ofhim, of her, sometimes erotic, sometimes not, just like the one she’d just woken from.
They’d been sitting on the shores ofLopitax.And she knew that name for some reason but she couldn’t recall if it was just because Vikan had said it before…or because she’dseenit.
Vikan was awake.When she pulled her face away from his chest, he was watching her.Taylor shivered against him, but not because she was cold.It was because those eyes were so familiar.
“What did you dream?” he asked her, his first question.His voice was husky from sleep and Taylor found some small comfort in that, knowing that even though he was an alien, his voice still changed upon waking.
Something in his eyes made her soften and before she even had a chance to think about it, the words slipped from her lips, “You know what I dreamt.”
Vikan’s expression didn’t change.His fingers spanned over her lower back since her tunic had ridden up during the night.Her sex was bare and exposed, but Vikan didn’t look down.His leg was thrown over her own, a thoroughly possessive yet intimate embrace.
It struck her just how entangled they’d become during the night and Taylor, although she’d never been one to blush, felt warmth spread over her cheeks.
Struggling to sit up, she pushed his legs away and yanked down her tunic to cover herself.He already seemed to know her mind, he already seemed to know something she didn’t.The least she could do was keep her body private from him, to preserve some of her modesty before he took that as well.
Because judging by the look in his eyes, judging by the fluttering in her stomach, Taylor feared that soon, he just might know her in that way.
Especially if she kept visiting the Vikan in her dreams.One day, upon waking, she might confuse the two and act without thinking.
Because the Vikan in her dreams?They’d explored every inch of one another.
Sitting there, she looked over at the two suns that rose steadily from the horizon.With surprise, she saw an ocean, spread out before their cave and the tide was coming in, but it wasn’t close enough yet to cause alarm.
So like her dream.A sunrise over a gleaming sea, with Vikan next to her.
The dream last night had been different than the ones she’d been experiencing the weeks before.
Except Taylor couldn’t put her finger on why.
For one, her dream Vikan had held back from her sexually, which he never did.And while he’d been the same affectionate male she’d come to expect once she slept, last night it had almost seemed like heneededthat affection, that contact.
“What do you think of, female?” he murmured, also sitting up.
She couldn’t tell him.
“Nothing,” she replied, cutting off the tangling string of her thoughts until her mind went blank.“We should get going.”
Vikan was silent as he stood from the cave floor and Taylor sucked in a small breath at the sight of him.Without his shirt on, he seemed even more massive.Broad shoulders, defined arms, a sculpted chest that led to lean hips, which led to strong thighs that could probably crush a tree trunk.He surpassed seven feet tall easily and had to crouch slightly in the cave to avoid hitting his curling black horns, which were slightly lifted from his crown.
And the bulge in his pants?
It looked like the size of her forearm and was impossible not to see now that she’d felt his erection pressed up against her for the majority of the night.
That connection pulled tight between them as Taylor ran her eyes over his bared chest and arms, seeing the thin silver lines of scars that crisscrossed his body.Kate had said the Luxirians were warriors of some kind, that they waged wars and battled for a living.
And Vikan?
He definitely looked like a warrior.
Taylor swallowed and she realized that her sex was warm and wet, her heartbeat fluttering in her throat.
But who could blame her?
Vikan’s nostrils flared and all at once, Taylor remembered he’d said something about smelling her arousal back on the hovercraft.Again, her face flamed and she forced herself to look away, clearing her throat, all while willing her body back under control.
