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

a Navajo Indian. Our people have darker skin than those with European backgrounds.”
      “You’re beautiful. Your hair is stunning, I can’t wait to see it loose,” he said as he played with the end of her long, thick braid slowly loosening the silky strands. “Who hurt you?” his question was a soft growl.
      “Private Jennings, he attacked Rose and we tried to stop him. We failed but Ashaa came to just in time to prevent the attack from escalating beyond the bruises and broken bones.” She continued to explore his features with a light touch. His spots had darkened to almost black and his metallic eyes had turned a deep bronze but he stayed very still.
      “What happened to him?” his voice was deep, low and dangerous.
      “I think Ashaa killed him. The little green beings dragged his bloody body out of the cell and out of the room. After that who knows,” she explained. She couldn’t stop touching him. She didn’t know what it was about him that drew her. She only knew she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could. She had only just met him but somehow she knew with certainty that she couldn’t live without him.
      “Good, then I don’t need to hunt him down.”
      She raised her brows at that statement but she knew with that same certainty she couldn’t explain that he meant the words. He stood slowly. The hand on her waist slipped to her back. His other hand slid along her jaw and into her long black hair which now flowed free. He lowered his face till his lips were only a breath away from hers.
      “Now is the only chance to stop me,” the soft words feathered across her lips. She smiled and closed the distance. The touch of his lips on hers was even more electric than his hot hands on her skin. The kiss started off gentle and teasing. She opened for him and he took the invitation and crushed her to him. His mouth consumed her. He pulled her tight against him. With him standing between her knees the patient bed made her the perfect height, his erection pressed into her core. Taylor could feel the heat of his body burn through the light fabric she wore.  No man she had ever known had made her burn this way. Sometimes she had wondered if she were defective and cold on the inside. More than one man had accused her of being unfeeling and she had to wonder if it were true. She would never wonder that again. His touch, his scent, and voice had started a blaze inside her that threatened to consume them both. His mouth moved across her jaw, down her neck where he nipped her gently making her shiver again.
      “You taste like the heavens,” he groaned into her neck. He wanted much more but knew this wasn’t the time. Holding her tight to him, he fought for control. Damn but no woman had ever brought him so close to the loss of control. Her hands stroked down his back. He shifted and pressed his forehead to hers and looked into her eyes. His breathing still slightly labored.
      “You have no idea how tempted I am to lock that damn door and pretend no else exists. Unfortunately, Dezek is about to knock and tell me I have to return you to your leader and get back to work,” he told her with a regretful smile. A tone sounded and they both smiled. He shifted back from her slightly before answering. “Yes?”
    The door slid open and Dezek strode in. He surveyed Moz for a moment. Dezek’s eyes narrowed before they widened and Moz laughed. Taylor looked over her shoulder and then laughed and rested her head against Moz’s shoulder.
      “Moz, get your hands off that woman and return her to her guardian. Sienna is about to gnaw on the walls.” With that he turned and walked out of the room as laughter broke out behind him.
      “You heard the boss.” He helped her off the bed and threaded his fingers through hers and led her into the passageway. “This isn’t finished.” His eyes smoldered.
      “I certainly hope not,” Taylor told him with a smile.
    The door in front of them opened