Free Alien Intent (Captured by Aliens Book 3) by Jaide Fox Page A

look away from
his face—felt mesmerized by his eyes as he slowly approached his prey. “You
aren’t running. You aren’t trying to escape. Could it mean you want me as much
as I want you? You tempt me to do things I should not, Jasmine.”
    He
stopped again—close. Too close to evade. She willed her legs to move, but
curiosity and intrigue kept her rooted to the spot. He grabbed her hand,
bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her fingertips. His mouth branded her skin
like fire. She licked her lips, trying to remember the last time she’d been
kissed by someone that made her body respond like this—and came up empty.
    Rubbing
a thumb in her palm, he held her gaze with his heavy lidded eyes. “Just say you
want me, and I’m yours, Jasmine. Say yes.”
    She
shook her head, pulling her hand free of his and immediately feeling better.
“No. I don’t. I just wanted to apologize.”
    He
smiled slowly, looking so much like a cat toying with a mouse. “You will. It is
only a matter of time. Run away, Jasmine. Go upstairs where you are safe. For
now.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Jasmine
slammed the door shut and collapsed with her back against it, holding her chest
and gulping air to calm the fuck down. “Jesus H. Christ,” she said, trying to
control her shuddering response. “What the hell just happened? Did someone slip
him some Spanish Fly?” she wondered aloud. Her legs felt like jelly, and it
wasn’t from running up the stairs like the hounds of hell were after her. Hell,
she was surprised her thighs weren’t quivering like some bad purple prose.
    How an
apology had erupted into a near miss with a sexplosion , she had no idea.
She realized her clit throbbed with need and her slit was wet from his sensual
threat. That bastard had just kissed her fingertips, and she was halfway to
falling into bed with him.
    She
tried to list her reasons for abstaining from sex. The biggest one was she
didn’t want to end up pregnant. It would be just like him to have a potent load
ready to impregnate her with triplets. She shuddered.
    “I’m a
fucking idiot, tempting fate like that,” she muttered to herself. She continued
shaking and couldn’t seem to stop. He’d totally taken control of that
situation. And could she have reacted any hornier? If he’d tried to kiss her,
she probably would have melted into him and done anything he wanted. She was
disgusted with how easily she’d been aroused. Stupid . Stupid, stupid,
stupid .
    Jasmine
locked the door and jiggled the handle, making sure he couldn’t come through without
making a warning noise. Satisfied, she threw herself into the bed, wrapping up
tightly in the blanket. If she’d thought she’d get a good night’s sleep by
making amends with Dar, she couldn’t have been more wrong, for he invaded her
dreams in much more disturbing ways than she cared to admit.
    ***
    Samara
found Cyndy in the main gathering room. “Have you seen Jasmine? I’ve been
looking for her all day. She didn’t come in last night. I thought she was with
Mai, but I found her wrapped up with one of the guards. She hadn’t seen Jasmine
either, though she probably hadn’t seen anything past sucking that guy’s
face. He is so fired when his boss finds out.”
    Cyndy
looked up and blinked, her face frozen and hiding something. “Oh. Well…not
today. Good for Mai though. That’s awesome.”
    Samara
plopped onto the pillow pile right beside Cyndy. “What gives? Don’t even try to
lie. I know you’re hiding something. You ain’t never been able to hide the
truth from me. Not with that face.”
    Cyndy
sighed and twirled a strand of her silky dark hair between her fingers. “She
went out. On tour. With that Captain guy. What’shisname—Dar Tagnon.”
    Samara
screwed up her face. “I thought she hated him? Or at least didn’t like him. Why
didn’t she tell me she was going?”
    Cyndy
twisted the strand around her finger, released it, and started again. It was a
nervous habit of hers they all