didn’t have code names, but we did talk about you, and we agreed we weren’t going to rush you into anything.”
Dane opened her door for her, a small gesture that made the butterflies in her stomach take flight again. He helped her inside and stole a quick kiss before disappearing around back for a few minutes. When he returned, he was carrying a couple of blankets in his arms, both of which he offered to her. “To help you warm up and dry off a little faster.”
Before she could say anything, he was gone again, closing her into the snug cabin of the transpo. She barely gave him time to open his door before she hit him with her next question. “What was this plan? And I think you should take one of these blankets, you’re just as cold and wet as I am.”
Dane shook off the excess water before climbing inside. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of Lieutenant Aster standing forty or so feet away. He was looking their way intently, and Dane couldn’t understand why. Despite the lieutenant’s complaints, they hadn’t done anything to delay him or his men.
Still perplexed by the other man’s behavior, Dane turned over the engine and made sure the heater was on high. By the time he was done, Ciara had shed her jacket and was busy drying her hair with one corner of the blanket. Her cheeks were pink from the wind and weather, and there was a small smile playing across her lips as she scrubbed at her hair, leaving it in damp, tangled curls.
Even windblown and wet, she was breathtaking.
“Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to tell me what this plan was you and Vance have both mentioned?” she asked, handing him the other blanket without looking up.
He took the blanket and used it to towel off before stripping off his jacket and tossing it in the back with Ciara’s. “It wasn’t a big deal. We talked and agreed we were both interested in getting to know you better, and letting you get to know us. When you agreed to stay with us, we decided it would be best if we let you have your space and not...uh…”
“Jump me in the kitchen? Kiss me in the rain?” she interjected, laughter lightening her words.
“Something like that, yeah.” He tossed the blanket back at her and settled in behind the wheel. “I was never good at resisting temptation. Willpower is Vance’s thing, not mine.”
“I’ve never been called a temptation before. I think I like it.” She snuggled into the blankets as he started the long drive back to town.
“You’re the most tempting woman I’ve ever met. Any time you want me to confirm that for you, all you have to do is ask.”
There was silence in the transpo for a few long seconds, then she looked over at him with a sultry half-smile that had his cock straining against the confines of his uniform.
“And what do I have to do to let you know when I don’t need space anymore?”
He gripped the wheel hard as a cascade of enticing images poured through his mind, all starring the beauty beside him. “Angel, that rocket left orbit already. I have no intention of going back to the way things were, not after that kiss.”
“No?” she asked in a husky tone, the sexy little smile still on her lips.
“Fuck, no. And I don’t believe you want to go back, either.”
“You’re right. I don’t. So, what happens now?”
“Now, you trust us to take care of you. In every way a man can.”
Dane swore he saw her tremble slightly as she nodded in assent. “I want to take care of both of you, too. And this isn’t misplaced gratitude. I like you both, very much.”
He punched the accelerator. Suddenly, he had a damned fine incentive to get home quickly.
***
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vance was trying not to pace and failing spectacularly at it. Having a food console meant meal preparation was quick and easy, but it also meant he had nothing to do but wander around the kitchen as the automated appliances did all the work. He actually enjoyed cooking. It usually
Dane opened her door for her, a small gesture that made the butterflies in her stomach take flight again. He helped her inside and stole a quick kiss before disappearing around back for a few minutes. When he returned, he was carrying a couple of blankets in his arms, both of which he offered to her. “To help you warm up and dry off a little faster.”
Before she could say anything, he was gone again, closing her into the snug cabin of the transpo. She barely gave him time to open his door before she hit him with her next question. “What was this plan? And I think you should take one of these blankets, you’re just as cold and wet as I am.”
Dane shook off the excess water before climbing inside. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of Lieutenant Aster standing forty or so feet away. He was looking their way intently, and Dane couldn’t understand why. Despite the lieutenant’s complaints, they hadn’t done anything to delay him or his men.
Still perplexed by the other man’s behavior, Dane turned over the engine and made sure the heater was on high. By the time he was done, Ciara had shed her jacket and was busy drying her hair with one corner of the blanket. Her cheeks were pink from the wind and weather, and there was a small smile playing across her lips as she scrubbed at her hair, leaving it in damp, tangled curls.
Even windblown and wet, she was breathtaking.
“Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to tell me what this plan was you and Vance have both mentioned?” she asked, handing him the other blanket without looking up.
He took the blanket and used it to towel off before stripping off his jacket and tossing it in the back with Ciara’s. “It wasn’t a big deal. We talked and agreed we were both interested in getting to know you better, and letting you get to know us. When you agreed to stay with us, we decided it would be best if we let you have your space and not...uh…”
“Jump me in the kitchen? Kiss me in the rain?” she interjected, laughter lightening her words.
“Something like that, yeah.” He tossed the blanket back at her and settled in behind the wheel. “I was never good at resisting temptation. Willpower is Vance’s thing, not mine.”
“I’ve never been called a temptation before. I think I like it.” She snuggled into the blankets as he started the long drive back to town.
“You’re the most tempting woman I’ve ever met. Any time you want me to confirm that for you, all you have to do is ask.”
There was silence in the transpo for a few long seconds, then she looked over at him with a sultry half-smile that had his cock straining against the confines of his uniform.
“And what do I have to do to let you know when I don’t need space anymore?”
He gripped the wheel hard as a cascade of enticing images poured through his mind, all starring the beauty beside him. “Angel, that rocket left orbit already. I have no intention of going back to the way things were, not after that kiss.”
“No?” she asked in a husky tone, the sexy little smile still on her lips.
“Fuck, no. And I don’t believe you want to go back, either.”
“You’re right. I don’t. So, what happens now?”
“Now, you trust us to take care of you. In every way a man can.”
Dane swore he saw her tremble slightly as she nodded in assent. “I want to take care of both of you, too. And this isn’t misplaced gratitude. I like you both, very much.”
He punched the accelerator. Suddenly, he had a damned fine incentive to get home quickly.
***
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vance was trying not to pace and failing spectacularly at it. Having a food console meant meal preparation was quick and easy, but it also meant he had nothing to do but wander around the kitchen as the automated appliances did all the work. He actually enjoyed cooking. It usually
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