Having Jess in his arms had rocked him to the soul. Her soft curves against him, the silk of her hair over his hands, the sweet sound of her surrender under his lips as he claimed her mouth. Laarn growled, his palms flat against the cool surface of the counter in front of him as his c**k gave a savage ache, not at all happy, even days later, that he hadn’t claimed her as his own.
He could have. She was warm and willing, soft and open to him. It would have been the work of a moment to tear her dress from her body and impale her on his c**k. Then he’d have had her for always, in his life. In his bed…
And, lady, did he want that.
Keeping his eyes closed, he fought to get himself under control. Luckily, the lab was empty, as per his instructions. Since the kiss incident he’d given orders he
