Page 67 of Captured

I laugh at the fear in her eyes. I’m not used to having people worry about my safety. I gather her in my arms and she nestles perfectly against my chest, like she’s always been there.

“I’m the dangerous one, don’t forget that. The traitor should fear me, not the other way around.”

“I still remember how scared I was, the first time I saw you in your full exoskeleton.” Juliet whispers, her breath warm on my neck.

My cock stirs at the feel of her soft female body, those curves I know well, but still long to explore. Juliet moves in my arms, her face turning up. As we lock gazes, her dark eyes are shining with lust and the smell of new arousal comes up to my nostrils.

A small, dainty hand goes from my chest down to my stomach and lower, until she cups the hard bulge of my erection.

“You’re exhausted,” I chastise her, but don’t remove her hand. “You should sleep.”

“There’s always more time to sleep.” She stirs, turning her lips up. I take her mouth, the taste of her fresh in my memory, but the impact still as strong.

Lust courses through my veins and throbs all the way to my cock. It stirs and strains under her small fingers as she squeezes it gently. I want her again, but slower this time. I want to savor every inch of her, make her mine, body and soul.

My hand runs up her leg, gathering the silk of the sheet as I seek her warm flesh. She moans in my mouth, molding her breasts to my chest, responding to my touch.

Our kiss deepens, becoming more intense as my hunger for her reawakens.

Then I stop. She growls as I remove her hand from my groin.

“You must rest, my Amara.” I push her away, gently but firmly, despite the screaming lust in my groin. “Your body needs it.”

“What my body needs is more of you.” Her voice is husky and her beautiful eyes heavy lidded.

“That may be.” I agree, feeling every bit as frustrated as she is. “But I don’t have enough time to take you the way I want to take you. The Rebellion leaders will be here soon.”

At those words, she opens her mouth to speak.

“No.” I grab her chin, shaking my head and speaking in a low, authoritative voice. “You will stay in this room until I come get you. That is an order. I won’t be able to work if I fear for your safety. Do you understand?”

She pinches her lovely mouth, her eyes shining with rebellion, but only for a moment.

“Okay,” she relents. “I trust you. I’ll stay here, but I don’t like it.”

Lust rages on in my body, but I still push her down on the mattress. She pouts as I tuck her in, but doesn’t protest any more. I watch as her eyes close and she’s fast asleep before I even get up from the bed.

My Amara is safe for now, but the real danger still lurks. As I get out the door and to the Command Room, I know we will have only one chance to unmask the traitor.

I won’t fail.