Free Creations 1: The Perfect Creation by Marie Harte Page A

suddenly made him see red, and Rafe stared at her in bewilderment.
    Rafe didn’t suffer jealousy. He didn’t lose control with women. And he sure as hell had never been knocked out cold by one. But in the span of one short, day, Erin had him spinning in so many circles he felt dizzy. And that was to say nothing of this majorly messy situation with Blue Rim that would only get worse.

    Erin sighed and murmured at his throat, her lips brushing his pulse, and Rafe pulled her closer, needing more contact. Hell. A Creation or criminal, take your pick, brought you to wainu not once, but twice. You barely know her. You should arrest her. And all you can think about is burying yourself in her again. You’ve got it bad, Rafe. Really, really bad.
    “Shit.” Rafe shook his head and tightened his arms, not willing to let her go. Not yet.
    But with Sernal missing in action and Gar giving orders—Flor help him—Rafe knew he had to find answers, and fast. A few hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt, though. And after what they’d been through, Erin had earned her share.
    She murmured his name and moaned softly, and Rafe felt a curious sensation in the vicinity of his heart. Erin clearly didn’t trust much, yet she lay here in his arms, asleep. The joy that afforded him should have bothered him more. But he couldn’t help the stupid grin lighting his face as he held her close.

    Erin’s cocoon shifted, allowing a slight waft of cool air to hit her bare bottom. Frowning, she took a deep breath and immediately scented Cheltam—Rafe.
    Slowly blinking into the darkness, she adjusted her vision so she could see clearly. Erin lay on her side in Rafe’s arms, her shirt draped half over her back. Rafe’s heartbeat felt slow and steady under her palm, but when she leaned back to look at his face, she saw his golden gaze fixed to hers.
    “You didn’t sleep long.”
    She licked her lips, flushing when he followed the movement with a lazy grin. “I, ah, normally don’t need much sleep.” Correction, she didn’t take more than catnaps all day because she didn’t trust Blue Rim not to show up on her door at any moment.
    He stroked her back with long, sensual caresses that made her want him all over again.
    “I have questions, honey, that even the greatest sex in the System can’t put off.” Erin stared. Greatest sex in the System? She tried but failed to contain the grin threatening to take over her entire face.
    “You like that,” he grumbled, a smile curling his lips. “You like making me burn.”
    “Me?” She pushed him back and touched him, relishing the idea that she truly desired Rafe. So far, despite his background, she couldn’t help liking him. And she definitely had no complaints about his body or the way he used it.
    “Yes, you.” Rafe sighed. “I’d much rather sink inside you again, but I need to know—” Erin grabbed his cock, marvelling at the hard shape of him in contrast to the smooth, soft skin covering his shaft. “Why can’t we do both?” He sucked in a breath. “You’re really making it hard to concentrate.” She laughed, in a wonderful, playful mood that deserved exploration. When was the last time she’d had fun? Honest, non-recorded fun that had nothing to do with tests or Blue Rim? “Hard is good.”
    Erin kissed him slowly, building the need between them. The heat constantly present whenever she caught his particular scent flared, and she straddled him without conscious thought, instinctively knowing what to do. Just like when she’d taken him in her mouth and brought him to bliss. Erin knew what he’d like, and what she wanted.
    Grabbing his cock, she held him steady while she lowered herself over him. As before, he filled her completely, but the impaled sensation pushed him even deeper towards her womb.
    “Flor’s mercy, you feel so good,” he groaned and grasped her waist.
    She agreed, especially when he pushed her up, then let her slide down him again.
    “Oh, yes. That’s it.” She