“Sh, Zarya,” he whispered in her ear. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She let out a relieved breath as she recognized the electronically distorted voice that kept anyone from identifying him. His entire head was covered by a black crash helmet that gave no indication of his race or species. Not that it mattered. She didn’t care what he looked like.
She only cared about his heart.
And that was the part of him she craved most.
Smiling, she reached up to lay her hand on the side of his slick helmet. “Kere. What are you doing here? I thought I wouldn’t see you for at least two weeks.”
His arm and hand brushed over her breast making her even more breathless as he released her. “I had to see you before I left.”
She felt the same way about him. Every minute they were apart was agonizing.
And speaking of, he was gone again from the room.
Zarya searched the shadows for some trace of her illusive phantom. “I swear I’m going to tie a bell to you.” There was absolutely no sound of any kind to betray his movements or current location in her home. Never had she known anyone stealthier.
Not even an assassin.
The lights went out, bathing the room in utter darkness. She didn’t know how he did it, but he could override any system or computer. Sadly, her own security, as high tech as it was, posed no challenge to him whatsoever. She took comfort in knowing that he’d breeched far better systems than hers with even less effort.
Still…
Her mysterious shadow was amazing.
Unable to see anything at all, Zarya smiled at his usual precaution to maintain his anonymity. This time, she heard him drop his helmet on the floor by the wall switch. “You know, my sister thinks I’m insane.”
“Sisters usually do.” Oh yeah, there was the sound she coveted above all others… That deep, rich baritone of his true voice that never failed to bring a smile to her lips.
He was right behind her now.
How had he gotten there so fast?
Kere turned her around and captured her lips with his. Zarya groaned at the way he kissed her. Like he wanted total possession of her entire being and she was more than willing to give it to him. No one had ever kissed her the way he did.
Like she was the air he breathed, the nourishment he needed to feed his starving soul. Like he would die if he wasn’t touching her.
He nipped her lips, then pulled back. “You were telling me about Sorche.”
It took her a minute to catch up to him after a kiss that hot. Her whole being was already on fire and she couldn’t think past wanting to lick every inch of his lush body.
“Wha… oh, yeah. She thinks I’m crazy for having a relationship with a man when I don’t even know what his hair color is.”
He buried his lips at the base of her throat where his breath scorched her skin. “So what did you say to her?”
She cradled his head and slid her fingers through his straight shoulder-length hair. She always imagined it black, but to be honest, she had no way of really knowing since she’d never seen any part of his body in the light. He just seemed like he’d have black hair for some reason. It would match his ruthless battle skills and his near suicidal antics.
“When you’ve seen someone’s soul, you don’t need to know his hair color.”
He nuzzled her skin, raising chills all over her, before he pulled back. “You’ve known a lot more of me than that.”
It was true. While she had no clue as to his race or physical looks, she had licked every part of him enough to know he was at least humanoid, ripped, and that he tasted divine…
He opened the front of her battlesuit and slid it slowly down her body, pausing only to nip at her hipbone—an action that made her crazy with lust.
Kneeling in front of her, he helped her step out of her clothes and weapons. She could feel his hot breath against her thigh. Something that made her wet as her heart raced even more at the prospect of what he’d be doing to her shortly.
Suddenly, his hand brushed against the center of her body, causing her to throb terribly as he removed her panties.
Then he rose slowly, dragging his hand up the inside of her calf before he brushed his fingers through the hair at the juncture of her thighs. “Have you eaten?” He cupped her between her legs.
“I… I… um…” She forgot the question as he deftly fingered her with a rhythm so perfect it left her weak and trembling.
He paused his play to whisper in her ear. “Food, Zarya. Have you eaten?”
She smiled. He always worried about her. “On the way home. I stopped by Ture’s restaurant.”
Kere returned to his sweet torture, his rhythm faster this time while he stroked her with his thumb and buried two fingers deep inside her body. “Good.”