Aurora Rising: The Complete Collection (54 page)

He rose up on one arm to stare at her. “Come to Seneca with me. You can explain the Metis data better than I can and help convince them of the severity of the problem. Like you said, two voices
are
better than one.”

“Oh, you’re not seriously going to use that argument on me now?”

“What? Other considerations aside, it isn’t a bad point, and we need every advantage we can get.”

She flinched and rolled away. “I don’t…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“It’ll be fine. I promise
you
won’t get arrested.”

“Yes, because your government is a pillar of right and justice and good.”

“Of course not. It just so happens you’re not an enemy combatant.”

Why couldn’t he let it go for the moment? Give her a little time to come to grips with the idea? A few hours earlier she had been defending the Senecans to her mother and the Board. Now she was recoiling at the notion of visiting their damn planet, as though it was somehow a corporeal evil all its own. Which of course it
wasn’t,
but….

“I said I didn’t think it was a good idea.”

He exhaled in obvious frustration. “Come on.
Help me
make them listen.”

She refused to meet his gaze this time.
Goddammit.
“I need to take a shower.” She started to get up, but he reached out and grabbed ahold of her arm.

“Look, I know you hold no particular love for Seneca or its government. I know you blame them for your father’s death. I get that, I do. But I also know you want—”

Stop! Stop acting as if you can stare into my soul so easily!
The detached, untethered sensation washed over her once again. She had thought perhaps she might hold onto him as an anchor, but now he was pushing and prodding and behaving as if it were all so simple…she yanked her arm out of his grasp.

“You think a week together and a quick roll in the sack means you
know
me? I realize you’re cocky, but please. You don’t know the first thing about me.”

She shot him a withering glare and stalked off to the bath, lightheaded to the point of dizziness from whiplashing emotions.
No, it wasn’t simple at all.

Caleb banged his head against the bedcovers. In a rush of frustration he grabbed a pillow and threw it angrily across the room; it bounced ineffectually off the wall and tumbled gently to the floor.

With a harsh, bitter breath he squeezed his eyes shut…then climbed off the bed and collected his clothes from the laundry port. He’d steal a skycar from one of the residents and get to the spaceport. He’d use another ID to catch a transport to Pandora or Romane.

Two hours and he’d be gone.

After all, his mission was complete, if a failure in the purest sense of the term. The war had everyone spinning in circles chasing their tails, but he was determined to make Division, the government, the military and whoever else mattered understand they had been fooled. They were wasting precious time and resources on the wrong target, when the true threat loomed hidden on the horizon.

He pulled on his shoes and headed down the stairs. There were things he needed to do, and they did not involve getting entangled with an Alliance Admiral’s daughter in the middle of a war and impending alien invasion…even if the peculiar tightness in his chest proclaimed otherwise.

He had done
everything
in his power to get her to trust him; done
everything
her way even when it went against his better instincts. That path had taken him away from where he needed to be, put Senecan citizens at greater risk and gotten him arrested and imprisoned. True, it had also gotten him outstandingly laid—only to be turned on in a fit of spiteful anger he did not deserve.

Dammit she was infuriating! And bullheaded stubborn. Quick to flare in temper. Ridiculously private and emotionally closed-off—

He felt his attention drawn to the wall of spacescapes once more, found himself pausing in front of the panorama.

She had somehow managed to capture in frozen images the sense of wonder and awe one experienced in deep space. The vastness and the beauty. It was as if he was looking into space through her eyes, seeing it as she must see it…and thus glimpsing a mirror into her soul.

—also intriguing, even captivating. Exceedingly talented, capable and independent. Fiercely determined and unafraid. Vulnerable and strong in equal measure. A damn revelation in bed. All in all, kind of remarkable.

His gaze rose to the balcony above.
Never have anything you can’t walk away from.
Especially
a woman.

“Shit.”

He grimaced and dragged a hand down his face…and went back upstairs, dropping his clothes in a trail across the floor to the door of the bath.

She stood in the shower, eyes closed and head bowed as the water cascaded over her. Before she realized he was there, he had slipped inside.

Her irises flared in outrage, sparking a pure bright silver. He thought there may have been a glint of tears in them…but it may have just been the falling water.

“What are you
doing
?”

“Invading your privacy. Sorry, I didn’t want you to have any more time to get angrier at me.”

She shoved him into the glass. “How dare you! Get out—”

He smiled, ignoring her attempts to extricate him from the shower. “Listen, you’re right—I don’t know you, not really. But I’d very much like to, if you’ll allow me.”

She stared at him furiously, but at least she stopped trying to shove him out. Her features could be so expressive when the mask fell away. He saw anger, then suspicion, confusion, doubt and perhaps even fear in the shadows crossing her face, in the quirking of her lovely mouth. He wondered what his own eyes were showing her, and whether it was more than he wanted to reveal. Ah well, too late now.

He recognized the softening in her expression before it manifested in the relaxing of her shoulders and dropping of her chin. It took another several seconds for her to roll her eyes in exasperation and step forward to rest her forehead on his.

“You’re infuriating—and entirely too clever for your own good. You know this, right?”

He chuckled lightly and reached up to run fingers through her soaking wet hair. “Back at you.”

Her face tilted up and supple, moist lips met his. Hesitant, tender, gentle. She tasted of warm spice, like nutmeg in mulled cider. Her skin had felt amazingly smooth earlier; here, softened by the steam of the shower, it was silk beneath his hands.

One arm coiled around her until his palm came to rest at the small of her back. Her body was quite slender; he would have called it delicate but for the long, lithe muscles gracing her frame. It reminded him of a dancer’s body, though after watching her spend three days repairing her ship he knew the work which had actually shaped it.

Her hand in his hair tightened, the other grasped his hip and in a flash any hesitancy in her kiss vanished. Urgency was bleeding out of her and into him, and he gathered her fully into his arms as desire battled with and quickly overcame sentiment.

The water flooded over them as he pressed her to the opposite wall. His hand slipped along wet, soapy skin, desperately seeking her toned thigh. He gripped her leg and coaxed it up to his hip…then he was engulfed within her.

She gasped in response but pulled him yet closer and deeper. Demanding, needing all he had to give. As before, she was a force of nature, a whirlwind to which he could do little more than hang on for dear life. The spirit, the
fire
he had first witnessed in the hold of her ship blazed to life in his arms.

Still, he tried to draw it out, to tease her and prolong her pleasure, and his. But she was so damn intoxicating and it was all so overpowering—the deluge of water enveloping them, the steam filling the air, the silk of her skin pressed to his and the incredible, perfect heat within her. The look of wild abandon in her eyes was like staring into a nova at the moment of its explosion.

She clenched around him, her eyes squeezed shut—and he let himself go, following her over the edge into the rapturous abyss.

They very nearly tumbled to the shower floor as they lost control of
everything
…bodies, thought, breath, time and space. He fell deeper into her as his legs threatened to collapse beneath him.

An aeon passed before the world began to regain detail and, eventually, clarity. His lips had found hers, and she grinned into them. “Less than an hour and we’ve already had our first make-up sex.”

He laughed haltingly, still struggling to catch his breath. Reasonably confident in his legs’ capability to now marginally support him, he leaned back enough to gaze at her.

“It isn’t going to be boring, is it?”

He was leaning against the windows and contemplating the wall of spacescapes—
again
—when she descended the stairs.

Alex frowned to herself. Either he was playing at manipulating her on such a deep and meaningful level as to be reprehensible…or he was like her in such a deep and meaningful way as to be extraordinary. She was a bit shocked to realize how much she wanted to believe it was the latter, and how terrified she was it could be the former.

He turned his attention to her as she reached the landing, smirking in that endearing, annoying, dangerous, boyish way which was so immensely kissable. So when he met her at the bottom of the stairs, she did.

Her arms draped over his shoulders; his encircled her waist. “I have a question.”

“Mmhmm?”

“Earlier, your accent….”

He cringed and retreated slightly. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t altogether, um, in control for a while there.”

“Is that how you really sound? When you’re not on the job?”

“You are
not
a job to me.”

Maybe.
“You know what I—”

His hands rose to grasp her face as he drew her into an impassioned embrace. The sheer fierceness of the kiss sent her reeling. The world spun in one direction, her head in the other, her heart in a third as his hands, his mouth, his tongue and the press of his body asked everything of her, and offered everything in return.

She was left utterly breathless as he pulled back a trace.

“Tell me you believe me.” It was a throaty, desperate whisper against her lips.

“Ya veruyu….”

He smiled softly and at last gave her space to breathe. “Then to answer your question, when I’m home, around my family? Yes. It is.”

“You don’t need to pretend for me.”

“I was concerned you might have negative associations with a Senecan accent.”

She shook her head almost imperceptibly. “I like it. And now I’m going to associate it with—” her gaze drifted pointedly up the stairs “—spectacular sex, so….”

He laughed, but his eyes were serious as they seemed to search her face. “Okay.” And with a word, his voice regained its full melodic timbre…and his smile shifted indefinably. “‘Spectacular,’ huh?”

“Don’t get cocky—” Her grumble was cut off as his lips met hers yet again. Softer, less urgent than before. Nevertheless, the kiss was rapidly becoming more when she sucked in a deep breath and reluctantly stepped away. “We need to
go
soon.”

“Right. Okay.”

She went to double-check her pack, then remembered she never had made it to the storage closet. She ducked in, ostensibly to grab a few things. Alone in the shadowy recesses of the room she exhaled slowly, closed her eyes and made a choice.

“I’ll go with you to Seneca—on one condition.”

She emerged to find him regarding her rather intently. “Lay it on me.”

“That you can absolutely and completely guarantee the safety and security of my ship while we’re docked there.”

His mouth opened to respond, then closed. His eyes dropped away from her. She could only guess at what transpired in his mind as he stared at the floor, hands resting on his hips. When he looked up his expression was distressingly solemn. “Honestly? I’m not sure I can. I mean I think it would be safe, but there’s a war on and it’s going to be making people crazy.”

She ran an agitated hand through her hair in frustration. “
Dammit
, Caleb. I’m trying, but you’re not making this easy.”