Free TAKEN: Journey to a New Home by Taylor Dillion Page A

I need to leave you here and check in on the bridge,” he smiled at her again. “I’ll be back in while.” He tapped her nose gently and left the room smiling. Sienna raised her brows at Rose’s wide smile and Rose blushed, “What?”
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      For Taylor the ride in the vehicle had been nearly more than she could take.  Her ribs hurt so bad no she couldn’t stop the silent tears from sliding down her face.
      “We’re nearly there now. I know you hurt. I’ll do something as soon as I put you down,” he told her as he carried her up an incline and then out of the sunlight. She knew they were now inside a ship again. She felt every change of direction he took. Finally, he placed her on a bed but she didn’t open her eyes. He started removing the bindings. She placed her hand on top of his without opening her eyes.
      “What are you doing?” her voice was breathless with pain.
      “I can’t work with the fabric in my way,” he told her quietly in his deep gruff voice. She opened her eyes and was startled by his appearance. Gone was the gold skin, he now resembled Ashaa with the pale green skin, dark green lips and dark green spots but his eyes were still blue. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as though he might smile about her surprise.  He was incredibly sexy she thought. With that smile, that face, and his low deep voice, he was definitely trouble. And his scent. She couldn’t forget to put that on list. Even though she’d been in near agony since he lifted her into his arms, the scent of him made her mouth water.
      “You’re eyes are wrong,” she cocked her head in thought. He laughed. Was everything about him sexy she wondered?
      “Would you like me to take out the lenses?”
      “Yes.”
      He shook his head and smiled but reached up and popped out the lenses. His eyes were now the metallic gold of Ashaa’s. He put the lenses on the table and turned back to her.
      “Better?”
      “Definitely. Why are you removing the wraps, my ribs are cracked, possibly broken. The wraps keep them stable while I breathe. It keeps the pain down.”
      “I can’t work without touching your skin. When I’m finished your ribs won’t be broken,” he told her in his deep gentle voice. “My name is Moz.”
    She watched him for another moment and nodded and then told him, “My name is Taylor.” He continued cutting away the wraps. When he was finished her breath was slightly labored.
      “I’m going to place my hand under your shirt against your skin,” he told her quietly. She felt the fabric move and then his large hand came to rest on her skin.  Heat from his skin seared through her. The sensation was electric. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He looked slightly startled himself as though the sensation was new for him also. The heat from his hand spread and the pain began to ease. She closed her eyes again and simply reveled in the heat spreading from his large calloused hand. After about fifteen minutes, he spoke again.
      “How do you feel now?”
      “Warm,” she smiled, eyes still closed. The peace she had been unable to find since they’d been taken settled over her. 
      “I have the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” he confessed.
      That statement opened her eyes. He was still but she could see desire had darkened the gold of his eyes. She sat up slowly. His hand slid to her waist but he didn’t remove it. She reached out and touched his cheek and jaw. His face was as smooth as hers. Sliding her hand to his temple she traced the spots which had a slightly different texture and his breath hitched. She smiled.
      “The spots are sensitive to touch?”
      “When you touch them, they are,” he growled softy. She let her fingers wander into the short silky black hair. He didn’t move but his eyes and his spots both darkened further. His hand tightened slightly at her waist. “You’re coloring is much darker than the others, why?” he asked her.
      “I’m