He pulled her into his arms again, this time holding her tenderly, but she could feel his huge cock straining at his pants. And heat thrummed through her at the memory of that massive shaft in her hands, her mouth gliding over the tip.
“I was weak when I did that,” she admitted. “I wanted to touch you one more time. But it was selfish of me. I should have realized you would read more into it than that.”
He drew back and his lips compressed as he stared at her. “So how is it going with your tanash’ae?”
She straightened her back. “It’s fine.”
He smiled, but with that serious I-know-what-you’re-thinking smile of his.
“I don’t believe you. If it was fine you’d be in your quarters with her right now. Or out celebrating together.”
Dahran, he saw too much.
“It’s okay. You can tell me,” he continued. “I told you once that you can always rely on me and I’m standing by that promise.”
Casey drew in a deep breath.
“It’s not going well. She wants a man and she’s going to resist me every step of the way. I’m not even sure…” She sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m afraid she might never accept me.”
Compassion glowed in his dark amber eyes.
“I know you’ll be able to make this work. You are strong and determined and I know you’ll persevere until she comes around. And with the power of nata’tai on your side, not to mention your flaming hot sex appeal, she doesn’t stand a chance.”
His lips curled in a smile, making Casey’s heart ache at what she’d lost.
“Laiya, the truth is I will do anything for you,” Darrick said. “Just ask.”
She pursed her lips. “There is something. I planned a nice dinner to celebrate, but… I just can’t be with her right now. I need some time.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“I can’t leave her locked in that room.” She gazed at him, her eyes pleading. “Will you take her to dinner?”
CHAPTER 5
Jenna sat on the bed, hugging her knees. Her gaze flickered periodically to the screen still showing Casey’s room. The woman had only been gone about fifteen minutes, but Jenna didn’t like being locked up in this room. She felt like a prisoner.
Oh, God, she was a prisoner.
She wanted Casey to come back and let her out. But she didn’t want to face her again. Damn, she didn’t know what she wanted, except to be returned to Earth.
She sighed as she rested her chin on her knees. What she really wanted was to have one of the big, muscular alien men come to her and tell her there’d been a mistake and he was really her soul-mate. Then he’d push her against the wall and kiss her. His hands would roam over her body and strip off her clothes. She would beg him to fuck her and—
A flicker of movement dragged her attention to the screen again. Her breath held as a muscular hulk of a man strode across the room toward her door.
She skittered to the edge of the bed and stood up, smoothing her dress down, her gaze locked on the door. Was he here to drag her off somewhere else? Maybe to imprison her because she was uncooperative?
Or was he here for her?
Her pulse raced as hope surged through her that this man was here to tell her she was his soul-mate.
Damn, even if he’d just come to give her a quick one-time fuck, she’d take it. Anything to relieve this agonizing need inside her, even if only temporarily.
She held her breath, waiting for the door to open.
But it didn’t.
She watched him standing on the other side frowning. Then he held a device in his hand and spoke into it.