For someone like Rynn, trailing one human female was child’s play. Although he had other duties, missions he should be planning, instead he was skulking in the shadows as Jac walked through the emperor’s gardens.
She really was gorgeous, he mused, watching as the dappled sunlight reached through the herris trees to caress her creamy skin. Dressed in the manner of a Latharian woman again instead of her ugly Terran clothes, she took his breath away as she moved through the gardens.
A soft hum on her lips, she touched each of the flowers as she passed. His gaze riveted to the soft brush of her fingertips, remembering what they’d felt like against his skin. That one memory opened the floodgates… The feel of her beneath him, the softness of her skin beneath his lips. The smell of her hair.
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