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lovely older woman with dark hair and Rand’s clever green eyes. Zara frowned at the nagging feeling she knew the lady from somewhere. She had no idea why.
    Rand stepped around Zara, and headed for the bed. She stared, instantly forgetting about the image sequence.
    He touched the seam at his throat and the top half of his mechsuit split open, collapsing so he could strip it off like a coat. The lid of Rand’s locker slid aside, probably in response to some signal from his comp implant. He folded the suit coat and stowed it neatly away.
    Leaving his chest deliciously bare.
    Feeling as if she were sinking into honeyed need, Zara stared, her eyes drifting over the thick muscle, the ridges and hollows of hard male strength.
    Rand’s hands went to his mechsuit’s crotch. The armored cup slid open at his touch, freeing his erect cock. It was just as thick and hard and elegant as her fantasies. Zara licked her lips at the delicious erotic possibilities inherent in that impressive shaft.
    Her gaze flicked from that tempting cock to the width of his shoulders, the washboard ripple of his muscled belly. She licked dry lips. The man was everything she’d ever fantasized about in her lonely bunk.
    Especially the hot, predatory glitter of his eyes, the white flash of the tips of his fangs in his smile.
    His eyes hot on hers, Rand stripped off his mechsuit pants. His waist and hips were so narrow, they emphasized the brawny width of his torso. He sat on the bed and bent to open the seal of his boots. Zara stared, hypnotized, at the strong curve of his back. Muscle rolled under skin still sheened with sweat from wearing armor.
    He stepped out of his boots, then stowed everything in the locker. After settling the helmet and gloves in with the rest, he put the boots together beside the locker.
    At last he straightened and turned toward her, catching her staring. His mouth curved slowly as he walked toward her, his shoulders rolling with every confident male stride. “See anything you like?”
    Zara jerked her eyes away from his aggressive predator’s stare. She felt her face go hot, and cursed her fair complexion. “I… I… Don’t…”
    He reached out, fingertips cool on the line of her jaw. “Such a pretty blush.”
    Before she could figure out how to react, Rand pivoted on a bare heel and walked away, giving her a luscious view of his bare ass. He dropped on the bunk, leaving her standing there shaking, her nipples pebbled tight inside her borrowed uniform. Embarrassed and hot at the same time.
    “Do you want this?” He lay back, elbows on the mattress. “It doesn’t have to be sex between us. Though I’ll admit, I’ll be painfully disappointed if it’s not.” His gaze hardened, amusement draining from his green eyes. “I’m not that bastard Godshammer. I do take no for an answer, and I will protect you.”
    He meant it. The thought brought her a sense of relief, along with a twinge of guilt. What would happen to him when she ran? And she would run. She didn’t dare hang around waiting for Lordsvengeance to decide to torture her. Her gaze slid from his. “Thank you.”
    His eyes narrowed and chilled as if he read her mind. “That said, I won’t let you escape. If you try, I will come after you and I will catch you.”
    “Understood.” Something tightened low in her belly.
    “And you like that idea, don’t you?”
    Lie . The thought flashed through her skull. Don’t let him know how much power he really has . “Don’t be absurd.”
    He threw back his handsome head and laughed. “You know better than to think you can lie to me. Vampires can smell a lie.” His dark smile broadened. “And that’s not all we can smell.”
    She knew exactly what he meant, and felt her cheeks heat. The fact he could smell her need was almost as galling as it was intriguing.
    Wrong. This is so wrong . And yet some part of her really didn’t give a damn if it was wrong or not. Zara wanted him, craved the hot burn of his fangs