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Her eyes jumped back and forth between his. “Why?”
“Because I… care about you. Icare.So much.” His arms flexed around her to keep her close. “Emotions burn inside me. They grow when I am near you and when we are apart. I cannot stop them.” His fingers pressed into her skin. “I do not want them to stop.”
The color returned to her face, a bloom of red across her cheeks. He followed its path with his eyes, then lifted his hand to cradle her cheek. He paused a fraction away from her skin, his breath stalling in his throat.
She tipped her head, pressing her cheek into his palm. The same tingling explosion he had experienced the first time he had touched her consumed his flesh, traveling up his arm to his scalp. She inhaled a sharp breath.
The fracture in his chest mended, the one he had experienced since watching that tether cabin leave Earth with her inside. He needed her gaze on his like he needed to breathe.
Her pupils dilated, heat taking over her expression. She bit her lip, and a strangled breath emerged from her throat. A smoldering emotion rose between them, the same that had happened at her outpost, in the hallway against the wall. The one he could not explain or stop.
Lust. Tenderness. It washed over him and lit his body everywhere. His cock jerked to life and hardened, protesting the tight fit of the flight-suit. Everything became hot all at once.
A sound wanted to emerge from his throat, but he forced it down until she lifted her hands, grabbed both sides of his face, and kissed him.
Chapter thirty-seven
Amoan shuddered from him to her and back again until Wynn didn’t know who had started it. Her head filled with the scent of him, the taste of him, and the feel of his skin beneath her palms. A pleasurable fire encompassed her entire body, her insides sighingat lastas her dry lips drank him in.
The flesh of her cheek tingled where he touched her, electricity traveling across her face and scalp. Heat filled her chest and scorched its way to her fingertips and between her legs.
It was addictive, this feeling that she’d never experienced with anyone else. From the beginning, it made little sense that her skin shivered on contact, that her breath froze in her lungs, that when his face filled her vision, everything else faded into background noise.
Why did she burn for him, and only him?
She broke the kiss and blinked away the lust-filled fog that shrouded her vision. Iax’s glinting eyes came into focus. The disquiet sheused to get from the unique trait had all but disappeared. Somewhere along the line, she’d grown accustomed to the oddity, thought it beautiful—just another shade of eye color.
And she found him more expressive and wasn’t sure if it was because she knew him better, or if he was showing more emotion.
“Are we safe here?” She jerked her head toward the stars without looking at them. “In this place?”
There was a moment of stillness in his body, then the ship powered up and accelerated without him moving a muscle.
“We are too far away for anyone on theCorvusto catch up,” he assured her with an even tone.
“But what of others?”
He blinked. “We are alone out here, but I will continue to monitor our surroundings.”
Without touching a single control.Even not understanding that eerie oddity, she trusted him. How could she not when he’d arrived in that lab like an avenging angel, fury coursing through his body. When he’d wrapped his arms around her, it had felt like she was coming home for the first time in her life.
Wynn dove back into the kiss. The smooth skin of his cheek melded against her palm, and she dug in her fingernails just a little. Her other hand gripped his scalp, holding him to her.
A groan vibrated through his chest. The deep sound made her insides squirm. His arms wrapped around her tight, grounding her in a way she hadn’t thought possible. She reached for more, pulling him against her and shifting in his lap. He shivered, his hands flexing against her skin.
She ripped her mouth from his and gasped a deep breath. “Would it be like this with any Calypson?” Her fingers clenched against his skin. “Are you doing something to make me feel this way?”
Did she still carry his essence on her body? On her skin or clothes? The thought of carrying a piece of him didn’t disturb her like it should, but was it altering her? Had he from the beginning?
“No,” he stated with an emphatic shake of his head. “This is not the same.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You are important to me.” He kissed her roughly, then retreated. “You make mefeel.” He recaptured her mouth, robbing her ability to speak.
His words were stilted and jerky, but she felt them all the way to her toes.So sweet.Emotion welled up in her eyes. Her earlier, panicked, tears turned into something more poignant: relief and affection. He made her feel too. Had she ever experienced life with this kind of sharp clarity?
A frantic need built inside her. His hardness pressed into the side of her thigh, and she shifted against the bulk, restless.
“I need you, Iax,” she said against his lips.
An exposed sensation erupted over her skin at the declaration. She’d never said those words to anyone before, had neverfeltthem before. But with him, she felt everything.
