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“I know a good idea when I hear one.”
    He was warm, his heart beat slowly and she was so very tired. With her head against his shoulder, she passed out.
     
    Waking in his arms was a pleasant surprise. She turned to face him and nuzzled his cheek with her own. “Is this your idea of flirting?”
    “Dragging a woman to bed when she is already unconscious is a little heavy handed, even for me. Wren said you would sleep better in contact with me, so here we are.”
    Nanette realized that she was, indeed, in full contact with him. There was nothing between them and nothing over them. His body was her heat source, and she was plastered to it.
    He kissed her softly, and her eyes widened as she leaned back. “Did you brush my teeth?”
    “No, Wren did. She also scrubbed off the grime on you left by the welding you were doing. She is an excellent caretaker.”
    She sat up and looked around. “Where am I?”
    “You are at the Guardian Base, in my quarters.”
    She was trying to look anywhere but at him. His skin was a shade of dark pewter, and the flaring head of his cock was a shade similar to the copper of his eyes. Aside from the intense musculature of his torso and the throbbing head of his erection, she really had nowhere else to look. The compulsion to stare was overwhelming.
    He trailed his fingers down her back. “You made a strong impression on those young girls yesterday.”
    “They are easily impressed when someone is carried around by a Guardian.”
    “Not really. That one that urged me to carry you, she sees things.”
    “She sees a good fit. That is what she told me. You and I are a good fit.”
    She noted the tiny scars on his body, nicks and cuts from battles and what appeared to be flying bits of glass or metal. She had more scars than he did, but that wasn’t something that she wanted to dwell on.
    His cock didn’t look like it would fit, but it did look like it would feel hot moving inside her and the temptation was great to see how hot he really was.
    She shivered.
    “Are you cold?” He frowned with concern and sat up, reaching for a folded blanket at the end of the bed.
    Her nipples were tight, her sex clenched and she could smell her own heat. It wasn’t a good sign. “No, not cold. I think I should get going; thank you for your hospitality.”
    She turned, but he grabbed her arm before she could roll away.
    “What is wrong? Don’t you want me?” There was uncertainty in his voice.
    She blinked in shock. “No, it isn’t that. I just saw how the other women were looking at you and I am sure that you have more suitable options. I would never trap you in a situation where you felt you had to do the honourable thing.”
    He chuckled and lifted her chin on two fingers. “I think many things when you are around and none of them are honourable, but I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were the one for me, and I think you felt something beyond the tangling of our talents.”
    Nanette blushed. “I will be frank and say that yes, there was something between us, but it was just chemical.”
    “W’lyn chemistry doesn’t wear off, Nanette. I want you, and only you, for the rest of my life.” He caressed her cheek and his fingers trailed to her neck.
    She blinked back tears. “How can you be so sure?”
    “Because my body flares and my soul sings every time I catch your scent. I am both tense and elated, and I want to feel it over and over again but know that I can act on what I feel.”
    She swallowed and leaned forward. “Then, I am going to have to take this on faith.”
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    She kissed him, and it was clumsy, awkward and tense for a moment until she relaxed and he put his arm around her, pulling her close.
    Nanette had sought out sex at every opportunity, but every night was the first and last with a man. She was literally too hot to handle if she lost control and there was nothing like an orgasm to break her focus.
    If she was going to have a one-night