Page 58 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

She went quiet.

Lans would have rolled her over to see her expression but, at that moment, his eyes could stay open no longer and he drifted to sleep.

Eighteen

Emma

How didLans still look so intimidating while sleeping?

She tucked her hands beneath her cheek and studied his face. This was a first. Lans was always scowling, grunting, and glaring at her, but right now, he was knocked out cold. No scowl in sight.

It was a prime opportunity.

She reached out and slid her fingers through his black hair. Her nails rasped against his scalp and he made a pleased rumble in the middle of his throat.

Brute? Where?

This alien was just a big baby trapped in a warrior’s muscular body.

Her lips inched up.

And then they sank.

Lans’s words before he fell asleep haunted her.

Broods?

Yes.

She’d stepped into his dreamscape and found out the truth. What Lans really wanted was his parents alive and well.

And her.

He wanted her.

Not just now.

Not just her body.

A future.

Babies.

Babies.

The very thought made her tremble.

Emma shook her head and focused on Lans. Plutonians and humans weren’t that different. Her fingernail grazed down the line of Lans’s nose. It was long and slightly crooked with little bumps along the bridge that told her he’d broken it and didn’t bother to correct it.

What should have been a flaw only served to enhance his rugged masculinity and dangerous charm. This face was not a ‘pretty’ face the way Tiegan’s was. Lans’s face had been hewn from rock and stone and knives. It had a lethal grace that she was drawn to.

Next, her exploration landed on his lips.

Emma immediately licked her own in response.

Blue lips.

Dusky blue.