Chapter 47

He meant to get her to his room before he gave in to the desire surging through him. Meant to give them some privacy so he didn't repeat his actions of the rec room, where he'd almost taken her on the table in plain view of anyone who might have walked in.

Could his lack of control really be blamed though, when he'd had to suffer through her lying naked on Einstein's table, her luscious body laid out like a tempting feast before a starving male? It took more than iron control to keep his hands-and mouth-to himself during the scan for the bug. But when she stopped him with words, just shy of his room, that control snapped-and he honestly didn't care.

Wild with passion, a desire he wrestled with for two days, he claimed her mouth. Kissed her with a hunger that had everything to do with how she made him feel. How she brought him alive.