Free To Touch a Warrior by Immortal Angel Page B

She could help her friend, and she would.
    “Hannah,” her father’s voice drew her gaze. “Be careful. And if things start to go badly, jump out. You’ll have followed orders. She can’t ask for more than that from you.”
    “Of course.”
    He clenched his jaw. “Damn it. Losing both of you won’t do anyone any good.”
    Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she simply stared at him. “I’ll be okay.”
    He nodded, then rubbed his mouth. “I’ll send the information. Call me first thing in the morning.”
    For a minute, she thought he’d say more. Instead, he reached forward, their gazes held for a moment before he tapped the screen. It went blank.
    She sank back into her chair. Eat. Prepare for the combat exam, then study the asshole. Her legs trembled slightly as she rose. No. No! Don’t get distracted. She slammed her fists on the table. She would not allow her other responsibilities to impact the rest of her life.
    Push it out of your mind, or you’ll explode. She took a deep, calming breath and stood up, her back stiff. She would be Hannah the Unbreakable. No matter what.
    Grabbing her leather backpack off the bed, she strode out the door.
    Across the hall, Liam’s door opened. This is your world. These are your problems. Not the others. His gaze slid to hers and held.
    Seeing him, no matter how often, always took her breath away. The large, half Keltair male looked like every woman’s deepest, darkest fantasy brought to life. Dark hair, a dusting of a beard, and a body that was both impressively massive and muscular. He stirred things inside her that she’d much rather keep hidden.
    She raised a brow, trying her best to hide her reaction. “Waiting for me again?”
    The lighthearted words lifted a bit of the weight from her chest. She could do this. She could live only in this world.
    He smirked in response. “How many times do I need to remind you? We have nearly the same schedule.” His slight Irish accent slid over his words, warming something inside her.
    She shook it off. Don’t let him wind you up!
    Yeah, there was logic to his point. They were both Hawks and, even worse, they were both specializing in Starship Command. That meant that not only did they have their core classes together, but they had most of their specialty classes together, too.
    Which was beyond frustrating.
    She turned, heading for her friend, William’s, room. “Weird. There are a lot of other Starship Command majors here, but you’re the only one I constantly seem to run into.”
    Her finger hovered over the green button next to her friend’s door.
    “We’re across the hall from each other, too.”
    She jumped a little, surprised to find he’d silently come to stand so close to her.“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
    His arm reached over her, touching the wall.
    Turning, she suddenly found herself trapped by the sexy Keltair male. She swallowed hard, gazing up into his dark eyes. Whatever he wanted, she’d need all her wits about her to refuse him.

Chapter Two
     
    Liam had never seen the color green of Hannah’s eyes before. They were like rare jade stones staring up at him. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated. He reached forward and ran a thumb across her jaw. Her skin was so pale in comparison to his own. And soft.
    God, how he loved the feeling of her skin.
    It’d been weeks since their last kiss. Weeks spent dreaming of the taste of her mouth and the feel of her body pressed hard against his own. Even after the other Starflight Academy students learned that he was half Keltair, he’d had an assortment of women sending every signal that they were willing to warm his bed.
    But I don’t want them. I just want her. If I can ever get her alone.
    “Tell me,” he said, shifting even closer to her. “Why is the little green man always at your side?”
    She stiffened. “William is my best friend.”
    Sometimes the human woman hid her emotions better than a warrior, other times they were openly