Page 18 of Karn

Ivy felt her cheeks heat up. Maybe he did know about their match. She took a step closer, placed her hands on her hips, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Tell me what you like.”

Karn looked momentarily surprised before his confident grin returned. “I like long walks in the park, holding hands, and watching sad movies.”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Ivy pouted at him. “You sound like every girl’s wet dream.”

“Am I your wet dream? That’s the most important thing.” Karn closed the gap between them.

Ivy felt her control of the situation slip. Had she ever been in control? Karn was a player. He was teasing her. She circled one of his wrists with her fingers. His pulse beat faster than she’d expected. Good, he wasn’t as in control as he made out.

“I still can’t figure out why you’re lurking around in the office.”

Karn’s gaze dipped. “I thought I might find some information about you in here.”

“You broke in to spy on me?”

“It’s a little undercover operation. No harm was done.”

Doubt niggled in the back of Ivy’s mind. She glanced around the room. Nothing looked out of place. Maybe he was trying to learn more about her. If he knew about them being matched, he might be curious.

“Where do you want to go from here, Ivy Blain?”

Ivy stared into his large dark eyes. She could tell he was interested in her. There was an attraction there too. His eyes narrowed and then grew wider as she continued to stare at him without speaking. She stepped into his personal space.

“Right now, I’m not thinking anything. I’m just feeling.”

He grinned down at her as he lowered his head. “I’m all about feeling.”

Ivy dropped her hold on his wrist and circled her hands behind his neck. She activated her wrist comm device and sent an alert to the security team. As gorgeous as this Forka was, she didn’t trust him. From what he’d said, she was sure he didn’t know about their match. Karn was here for another reason. It wouldn’t be a good one.

Karn’s hand cupped the back of her neck as his lips landed on hers.

It felt as if a spark of electricity shot between them.

Ivy gasped, not expecting to feel that. She opened her mouth, willingly taking his tongue and tasting his spicy warmth.

Karn’s hands dropped to her ass, and he cradled her, grinding himself against her.

This alien was either an incredible actor, or he was really turned on.

Ivy pressed herself against Karn and backed him up against the table.

He pulled away and grinned at her. “You like to be in charge?”

“Of everything.” Ivy knelt on the desk and straddled Karn’s thighs. She might as well have fun while she could. Station security would take at least ten minutes to arrive.

His hands wrapped around her and held her in place. “I could get used to this.”

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re just getting started.” Ivy kissed down Karn’s neck. His taste sparked across her tongue, and she sucked on his skin.

“Careful. You’re in season.”

Ivy jerked back. “What do you mean?”

“I sensed it on you when we kissed. You go too far with me and we’ll have more than a fun time to remember.”

“I’m not fertile. Not for days.” Ivy quickly did the calculations in her head.

“My nose tells me otherwise.”