She told Diltan, “I don’t know
that I’ll ever recover fully from that, but I’m as good as I’m going to get.
Bring your irritating but gorgeous ass on over.”
Diltan grinned. The man was too
devastatingly handsome when he did that. It was wrong for any man to look that
good. Cissy wished she could continue to despise him for it, but she’d called a
truce. Plus she didn’t have it in her heart ... or other significant body parts
... to resume their disputes.
He came closer, stopping just
out of reach. His hand went to the collar of his loose-fitting shirt, and he
pulled.
The resealable seam down the
front purred open. Diltan shrugged the shirt off, letting it first expose his
chest and abdomen. Cissy’s mouth went dry.
It’s
so unfair. Even Jessica’s Nobek Bevau is barely better made than this obnoxious
fiend. Why does Diltan have to be so damned perfect?
Cissy’s gaze roamed over the
planes of the Dramok’s chest, over the sculpted beauty of his abdomen. As he
peeled his shirt off his arms, she had to contend with the beauty of those
limbs too. He looked like an alien god, some holy being made to sit upon a
golden throne amid golden-tinged clouds. It was downright ridiculous how good
he looked.
Bastard, her head muttered. She didn’t want to desire him so much.
However, her body was very glad to see what it was about to enjoy.
Unable to keep looking for fear
of her tongue falling out of her mouth and giving Diltan the pleasure of
knowing his full effect on her, Cissy dragged her gaze to Wal. The Imdiko sat
cross-legged on the floor nearby.
“You tried to reject him for another
Dramok, huh?” she asked.
Wal laughed. “Young and stupid,
remember?”
Diltan’s voice cut through the
air. “I want your attention on me now, Cecilia.”
Cissy’s head snapped around at
the commanding voice before she could think. Her mouth dropped open.
Releasing Friday.
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