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Yes. My hands tangled in his hair and tugged.
He backed me against the wall, and the kiss turned even hotter, wilder. He was all heat, strength, and sexy man.
I wanted that. I wanted all of him.
With a nip of my bottom lip, he lifted his head. “Jesus.”
My cheeks heated.
We were both panting, staring at each other.
“You’re a great kisser, dove.”
“Oh.”
“I liked kissing you,” he said.
I believed him. One, because his hard cock was nudging my belly, and two, because that had been one hell of a kiss. It had been a soul-deep unraveling.
Then his gaze shifted to the side and his eyes widened. “Colbie, look.”
I turned my head and gasped.
The door he’d just ravished me against—or I’d ravished him—was marked with a sign.
Communication Hub.
Marc
Tryingto focus on the communications room was damn hard. I could still taste Colbie on my lips, feel her body pressed against mine. Blood was still pounding through my veins.
The instant I’d touched her, she’d gone up in flames.
I knew exactly how hot she’d be naked under my hands.
A muscle flexed in my jaw and I tried to focus. I watched her touch the electronic lock on the door. It didn’t work, of course. She pulled the emergency handle beside the door. Nothing happened.
Hell, I’d kissed a lot of women. None had left me fucking lightheaded before. I discreetly rearranged my hard on, thengripped the door. I needed to get us out of here. Not be thinking about how it would feel to fuck her.
I shoved the door, and it slid sideways with a protesting creak.
The room inside was dusty. Colbie hurried in, then jerked to a stop with a gasp.
Old, rust-red blood splattered the walls and the chair in front of the comms equipment.
There was no body, but someone had died here.
“Dove.” I rested my hand on the back of her neck.
She lifted her chin and nodded. “I’m all right.”
We moved toward the equipment. It was old, but the tech wasn’t that different to what we used today. Obviously, the alien invasion had stopped the swift advancement of some things.
She pulled a chair over, dusted it off, and sat. She touched the screen. “No power.”
Dammit. “It should have some sort of backup.” I walked to the end of the room and spotted some cables dangling out of the wall.Shit.
I gripped one. It had been torn free and was ruined. The next one wasn’t damaged. I plugged it into a slot. Nothing happened. I tried a few more slots.
