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was
too afraid of what the answer might be. “What will you do with me
now?”

    “ Nothing,” he
said. “You’re free... you don’t belong to me. All that back on the
bridge was just to throw the Minervan. You’re not my property,
Kayla. You belong to no one but yourself.”

    Her chest warmed at his
words and the soft way he’d spoken her name. His expression was
tender, eyes narrowed slightly on hers and his focus so intent that
she felt as though she was the only other person in the universe
with him.

    “ Doesn’t your
crew need you on the bridge?” she said, her nerves getting the
better of her. She didn’t want him to leave but she couldn’t handle
much more of this meaningful silence. It spoke words to her that
made her feel strange. The longer he continued to be close to her
like this, the more she began to realise just how attracted to him
she was.

    And just how attracted to
her he was.

    He shook his head. “They
don’t need me to fly the ship.”

    “ You said it
was two days to Lyra Prime... what do you intend to do in all that
time?” She wished she hadn’t said it when he rose on his knees and
moved closer to her. His eyes narrowed on hers. She knew exactly
how he intended to pass the time. She cursed the fact that she
wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Regardless of how attracted to
him she was, he was still a Lyran, a son of Lyra no less. She
shouldn’t be having these feelings.

    “ Kayla,” he
whispered, voice low and husky, full of so much desire that she
couldn’t help looking at him. He nudged her knees apart and settled
between them, his hands trailing fire as they brushed over them and
came to rest on her thighs. “You asked me once if I wanted
you.”

    She already knew the
answer to that question but she got the impression that he needed
to say it. He needed to admit that he wanted her—a Terran and a
slave. She understood. She was having a hard time admitting that
she wanted a Lyran and a prince.

    He leaned forwards,
spreading her legs further with his hips, and his hands reached her
backside. It felt too good to have his hands on her, dangerously
good.

    His mouth neared hers and
her eyes fell closed against her will. She struggled to maintain
level breathing as anticipation coiled in her stomach. Was he going
to kiss her and put her out of her misery, or was he just going to
torture her with the idea?

    “ I want you,”
he breathed against her lips. “Do you want me too?”

    She couldn’t find her
voice. Of course she wanted him. She just couldn’t bring herself to
say it. She craved him more than food and water, more than the feel
of the sun on her skin or the wind of freedom on her face. She
needed him more than air itself.

    Unable to speak, she
swallowed and nodded.

    His lips met hers, tender
and soft, gentle enough to tell her that he’d witnessed her silent
reply. She felt light inside, dizzy. She’d never been kissed with
so much reverence and affection. Her only experience had been rough
and brutal, and against her will. Did he know that? Was that why he
was treating her so carefully?

    She leaned forwards,
wanting to deepen the kiss. Her tongue swept along his lips and he
opened his mouth, his tongue coming to play with hers. It sent
tingles sweeping down her spine and she sighed.

    His hands moved to her
waist, fingers pressing in slightly as she kissed him. She wanted
to touch him too. She hesitated a moment and then placed her hands
on his shoulders. He stopped kissing her and moved back. She met
his gaze and then looked at her hands. Her heart hammered. Her
mouth turned dry.

    Her hands shook as she ran
her fingers lightly down his arms, tracing the shape of his biceps.
Her gaze slid across to the zipper on his flight suit. It was done
up to his neck, the short stand up collar hiding part of it. She
licked her lips and then moved her hand to it. One hand held the
collar while her other slowly lowered the zip. She sighed quietly
and her stomach heated