In an instant, my feet left the ground. I felt his hands slide underneath my thighs and hoist me into the air, wrapping my legs around his waist. My fist was no longer throbbing in the wake of the endorphins coursing through me, and I threw both arms around his neck to cling to him. He gripped me tightly, releasing one of his hands just long enough to whip it backward and slam it into the button that slid the bedroom door closed behind us. Then, without bothering to turn on the lights, he cradled me again and moved forward as his tongue swirled around mine.

The ship’s gravity seemed to falter for a second before I realized I was actually falling backward onto the cot. I landed gently with my legs still twisted around Dane’s muscular form, and he landed with a soft thump over me. Our mouths had separated for the briefest of moments before we rejoined them, desperate to continue devouring one another. Every inch of my body was singing simply from kissing him. I felt pleasure, need, passion, and fear racing through my veins with each passing breath, and it was the most divine sensation I’d ever experienced. My heart pumped wildly with both the thrill of the moment and the fruition of the emotional havoc I’d been feeling.

He straightened up suddenly, his pale eyes bearing down on me through the darkness, and I froze. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Did I do something wrong?”

A low, vibrating growl rose from his throat, and a zing of arousal shot from my ears to my loins. In a flash, he swept his hand down the length of my torso. Cool air licked my unexpectedly bare skin, and I realized he’d unzipped my jumpsuit and freed my breasts from the fabric. Instantly, my nipples hardened from the sudden temperature change and the electricity of his gaze on me, and his eyes became hooded like he was hunting and had spotted his prey.

“You are exquisite,” he said. Somehow, it sounded less like a compliment and more like a threat, and I was immediately so turned on that I burned.

“Dane,” I mewed desperately, squirming beneath him and trying to beg him for the attention I craved.

I didn’t have to ask, and he didn’t hesitate. His head dropped low, and his mouth sought my nipple. I felt his lips rolling the thin-skinned point between his teeth, and I groaned as my hips bucked upward. All of the feelings I’d been harboring for him over the past month completely exploded outside the boundaries of schoolgirl crush and, if the ripples of pleasure scrolling over every single nerve I possessed were any indication, rocketed right into full-blown infatuated dedication. As his tongue flitted around my areola and skimmed over the hardened tip, and I was unable to do anything but moan and claw at his back with mounting need, I realized this alien was more dangerous to me than anything else I’d ever encountered. Not because he could take my life—though he could—but because he could take my will.

One of Dane’s hands snaked between his body and mine, wriggling through the unzipped opening of my jumpsuit and worming downward. My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers found my sweet little button of sensitivity and curled around my sex. He heard the gasp, and I could feel him grinning against my breast. His teeth nibbled my nipple playfully for just a moment while his hand rested over my folds, and then he switched to the other nipple. This one, having gone unstimulated thus far, was extraordinarily sensitive and ready for play, and I was wrenched upward in an arc by the powerful spark that shot through my body the moment his lips suckled around it.

As soon as my spine curved, pressing my breasts upward and exposing my nipple even more to his titillating teeth, his hand started working. The pad of his thumb sought my bead and began painting light swirls over its surface while his forefinger slipped inside me. Instead of the gentle but helpless moans I’d been eliciting so far, a deep, pulsating moan sprouted from my belly and burst out of my throat like a monster from within. My voice filled the room from wall to wall, and I had no means of controlling it.

Dane released my nipple and skimmed his face upward until his mouth found mine, and he kissed me so passionately it sent me into a light-headed whirlwind to rival the climax I was rapidly approaching. Our tongues intertwined, his fingers kept moving, and I was about to explode into a million pieces. I closed my eyes and felt the waves of pleasure cresting. He stroked my clit over and over relentlessly, determined to send me spiraling into euphoric oblivion.

“You are mine, little vixen,” he growled.

I opened my eyes again and looked at him through slits, desperate to see the danger and dominance on his face. As I did, however, something else caught my attention. My gaze slid over his shoulder. I saw a pair of white eyes that weren’t Dane’s staring at me.

He was here!