Page 75 of The Edge of Dawn

“You will.” Arousal had spread into every limb of his body like fire. It throbbed through his temples and radiated into his ka’qui. If he were amongst his enemies right now, he would probably have a hard time concealing himself.

Shit.

What if…

Unable to help himself, he took a deep breath, nostrils flaring.

Inhaling her scent one last time.

Shit.

She smelled so good. Like an intoxicating drug. And her expression—fear giving way to worry—imprinted on him.

To think that this fragile, human being could actually be worried about him.

Why did that realization make him feel so strange inside, like his heart was being squeezed in a warm vice?

And he couldn’t help but gaze at the elegant column of her neck, at her soft, dewy skin, at the tantalizing glimpse of her chest between the soft folds of her kashkan, at the promise of lushness beneath.

He savored the swell of her breasts, the elegant dip of her waist, the generous curves of her hips and thighs.

He’d carried her in his arms. How had he not noticed back then?

He wanted to go to her. He wanted to lift her into his arms and lay her on the pod, to pull the sash at her waist and undress her so he could inhale her and devour her.

But of course, he didn’t.

“I will go now.” It took every last shred of willpower for Dragek to withdraw his senses and his ka’qui. Before he did anything stupid, he turned on his heel and walked out of her chambers, leaving her staring after him. Her control slipped then, and he sensed her surprise and confusion.

And something else…

Could it be?

No.

It would be suicide for him to think about that now.

He was already in deep fucking trouble as it was.

TWENTY-FIVE

He just… left.

First, he entered her room unannounced, without permission. Then, he very obligingly exited—at her request.

And when he returned—also at her request—he’d approached her with this blazing intensity, staring through her with that uncanny sightless gaze of his, and because she understood how much he truly perceived, his scrutiny was more than a little overwhelming.

He was all dark-and-silver intensity, still wearing nothing but his trousers, his feet bare and his torso uncovered, exuding a raw physicality that was unmatched in anyone she’d ever encountered.

The more she saw him, the more she became addicted to the sight of him. What a complete and utter fantasy it was to have this alien male hovering around her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was so fucking… desirable.

And just then, she could have sworn he was oddly intense.

The look he’d given her was imprinted on her consciousness.

Nobody had ever looked at her like that before.

Ever.

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