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The scar-faced guard was almost as big as Daicon—three or four times larger than Ewok. And the guard stomped on the sweet little alien boy like he was so much trash.
Jesus can forgive—I wanted Daicon to kick that guard’s ass.
More than that… I just want Daicon to come back to me—to us, I mean.
“Promise you’ll be careful?”
Daicon's golden eyes seemed to bore into me, a glint of amusement sparkling in their depths. His lips curved upward into a knowing smirk, as if to suggest that the idea of there being any danger, he couldn’t handle was ridiculous.
“I am a Vaktaire war chief. I am very hard to kill.”
“Promise?” I took another step closer.
Daicon met my gaze, his expression softening. “I give you an oath—what you call a promise. I will return to you, Daisy."
It should be enough. An oath is better than a promise… right?
I did trust Daicon. I trusted him to be strong enough to face whatever lurked on the moon’s surface. I trusted him to retrieve the medical thingie and save Ewok. I trusted him to make sure the scar-faced guard would never hurt anyone again. I trusted him to do everything in his power to keep us safe.
I trusted him.
Why does every fiber of who I was, who I am, and who I might someday be not want this man to walk away from me?
With one last smile, he turned for the door.
“Daicon?”
He turned back at the sound of my voice, and I was just… there. Pressed against his chest, my hands clutching his shoulders to pull his head downward so I could press my lips against his. It wasn't a conscious movement, but something primal that couldn’t be denied. A strange sensation washed over me as I pushed up on my toes and drank in the warmth of his lips against mine.
Daicon stood unnaturally still, hands at his sides, while I clutched his shoulders and moved my mouth against his. His tan pelt felt like velvet under my fingertips, warm and sinfully velvet. His lips felt warm and soft, with an underlying firmness, but he held them as frozen as the rest of his body.
Crap!
Maybe his people don’t kiss? He was an alien, after all—although that fact didn’t bother me so much anymore. Most of the time, it didn’t even register. He was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen, and while kissing him wasn't conscious, I recognized now that I craved it more than air.
But not like this. Not if he didn’t meet my desire or respond to it. I went to pull away, composing the excuse that the gesture was just a human goodbye ritual. But the minute the pressure of my mouth against his lessened, Daicon wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me so my face was even with his. For a moment, our breaths mingled as our lips teased each other's. When our eyes met, whatever resistance, whatever reluctance I might have considered, melted away with the heat of molten gold.
His mouth opened against mine, and I felt the tip of his tongue probing at my lower lip, hesitantly, as though he was learning as he went. His mouth swallowed my soft, breathless moan as I touched my tongue against his.
At first, he teased me with gentle experimental touches. Then he grew bolder, sliding his tongue into my mouth to dance and stroke against mine.
Sweet fancy Moses!
It's like I possessed a switch deep inside me, and up to now, it had been on thelowsetting. Being in Daicon’s arms, devoured by his kiss, an invisible hand toggled the switch into hyper-drive. I couldn’t get enough of him—his taste, this touch, the feel of hard muscle pressed against me, especially that growing hardness brushing against my thigh.
I was honest to God on fire.
The sensation was new and, quite frankly, a little terrifying. I loved my husband, and I desired him, but this… this feeling curling low in my belly and throbbing between my legs is nothing I'd ever known before. It's hungry and demanding, a need, not a want, and I'm lost to its thrall.
Daicon's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me aloft. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my breasts against his chest, enjoying the slight roughness of the enviro-suit through the thin fabric of my dress. I felt his groan before it broke from his lips—deep, hungry and needy.
I could kiss him all night… I wanted to kiss him all night. I wanted to kiss him…
Just as the thought broke through the lusty fog in my brain, Daicon pulled his mouth from mine. His ragged breathing preceded a deep shudder running through him like a subterranean earthquake.
Daicon’s forehead touched mine with such gentleness that I wondered if he'd forgotten how he plundered my lips with such wild abandon moments ago.
“Daisy.” I’d heard prayers uttered with less reverence than how he said my name. The words tickling my tongue dissipated when I met the molten gold of his gaze.
