“What just happened?”
“That is why my people are enslaved when they find us.”
“Can you feel it?”
“Normally, but not with you. I can only see the pleasure on your face.”
Holy shit . . .
He started to pull away.
Jayne stopped him. “Where are you going?”
“Figured you were done with me.”
She shook her head slowly. “Are you kidding?” Slowly, she slid from his lap and took his hand.
Don’t do this . . .
But it was too late. There was no way she could stop now.
Not to mention the fact that she didn’t want to. So, she led him to the small bedroom.
Hadrian was completely stunned by her actions. More stunned that he’d lost control with her.Gauduley. That was the Trisani term for when one was so attracted to another that they lost control of their powers.
It could be dangerous. An unfettered Tris could accidentally reach out. It was why his race had always prided itself on utmost control. Why they couldn’t afford to let down their guard.
And it didn’t happen with every encounter.
There had to be theincelebratus–that special connection with the other party. No one knew what caused it. How it formed or why.
It simply was and came without warning.
But he understood it, at least in part. Jayne fit him in so many ways. She was patience when he wanted to rush, calm when he raged.
And she soothed him when nothing else did.
That alone could bring him to his knees.
Claiming her lips again, he smiled as she lifted to her toes. Then his full attention was on her taste. Their tongues danced, a sensual tango.
He needed more. Needed all of her.
“The door is open.” He pressed his lips to hers.
She pulled back with a laugh. “Think Mordacity will kill us?”
“Probably. But what the hell? She was the one who took the hit out on me.”
Jayne laughed again. “Soyousay.”
“Either way, she owes us.”
Releasing him, Jayne led the way into the bedroom.
The sway of her hips was a private invitation. His breathing ragged, he shut the door with the heel of his hand and locked the world from their haven.
The buzz of the well-tended lock satisfied him. Before he could turn around, her hands slid under the edge of his jacket. They were so warm that her touch set fire to him.
