Before her eyes, he’d morphed into an obsessive demon. After ensuring the Centaxian women had gotten away safely and were headed to a friendly planet nearby, he’d thrown everything he had into finding Technis.
Mal dried off, tucked the towel around herself, and dug into her duffel bag for some clean clothes. Clothes that actually covered her. She never wanted to see that tiny skirt again.
Images of Xalla and those poor Centaxian women hit her like a blow. And Trax. Where was he? Was he still alive?
When she turned around, she yelped.
Xander stood in her cabin, watching her.
He’d showered, too. His hair was damp and he’d removed the temp tattoos. He was back to clean-cut CenSec, and stars, he was gorgeous.
She glanced at the door. “I didn’t hear the door chime.”
He shrugged. “I’m a cyborg. I can disable things easily.”
His green-gold eyes were watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch. There was heat burning there. A lot of it. She hitched the towel higher. “Did you find anything on the planet?”
“Not yet. The searches will take a few hours to run.” He started forward.
Mal’s heart was thundering. She felt more like prey now than when the Rahl had been chasing them. “What do you want, Xander?”
“I want to touch you.”
She pulled in a shaky breath. “I?—”
“And I want to put my mouth between your legs.”
Stars save her from straight-talking cyborgs. He wasn’t even trying to be seductive, but she was wet in a flash.
With a sudden movement, he grabbed her and carried her to the bunk against the far wall. She could feel the tension vibrating off him. He dropped her and she bounced once, losing hold of her towel. He stripped it away and threw it on the floor.
He studied her, his gaze running over every inch of her naked body until she wanted to writhe. There was an intensity there, burning bright. No doubt fueled by the fear and frustration for his planet, feelings he’d kept bottled up too long.
She wanted to help him find a release for them. And for her own fury and worry.
“You are very beautiful, Malin.” He dropped to his knees beside the bed. “Your skin is so smooth and creamy.” He circledhis fingers around her ankle, then ran his hand up her calf, seeming to marvel at the contrast of his dark hand against her paler skin. “And you are perfectly formed. Slim limbs, delicate curves.”
“Some men like lots of tits and ass.” At his blank stare, she laughed. “Big breasts and bottoms. Lots and lots of curves.”
One of his palms cupped her breast, covering it. “It seems a waste when just the perfect handful is enough.”
Then, as though the contact triggered something, his hands were all over her body, like he couldn’t stop caressing her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Her legs moved restlessly against the covers. His hands skimmed down her sides, leaving no part of her untouched.
“My systems control my fertility and health, so you don’t need to worry about pregnancy or disease.”
She tried to focus. “I have a Namah implant.” Which protected her as well.
In one of his signature fast moves, he grabbed both her knees and yanked her toward the edge of the bed. She gave a quiet yelp, watching as he nudged her thighs apart.
“I’ll taste you now.”
And without another word, his dark head lowered and he pressed his mouth between her legs.
Malin let out a cry and her hips surged upward. Stars, the heat of his mouth was…wonderful. He licked at her, strong steady laps that were driving her close to climax already. She managed to pry her ten-ton eyelids open. Saw he was watching her, adjusting the pressure of his mouth at her response.
Her thoughtful, efficient cyborg.
“What else do you like, Malin?”
