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Beyond Boundaries -- Mary Wine

His hand came out and gently stroked the side of her face. Chenoa felt her eyes close as the pure pleasure of the touch captured her entire attention. His skin was hot too. His touch seemed to soothe her overheated face. The way his hand smelled was distantly aggressive. Her eyes snapped open as her brain registered the amount of strength his scent seemed to declare.

Chenoa stepped back and shifted as her balance wavered. "You should not touch me." Her voice lacked any conviction. It was a mere whisper because Chenoa liked his touch. The promise he seemed to be declaring was attractive. It seemed to awaken a yearning deep inside her belly that twisted tighter with each new sensation.

"Why not, Chenoa?"

"Such touches are not meant to be displayed."

She was too hot with his eyes on her. The heat became worse as it spread to her body and down into her abdomen. A tiny pulse began throbbing in her center.

His huge hand wrapped around her wrist. The grip was solid yet only firm. He turned on a heel and took her with him. Chenoa found her feet hurrying to keep pace with his long legs.

Lee let her go the second the door closed behind him. He walked the few steps to his table to leave his helmet there. He turned to consider the object of his mental dilemma. His skin itched to get out of his uniform. Being in the mood for sex was one thing. This was need and it certainly went deeper than just the intercourse that would relieve his erection. He wanted to touch her, every last bit of her skin. Inhale its fragrance as he tasted her.

"Come over here and touch me."

Lee waited to see what she would do. She seemed poised on the edge of fleeing and he wanted to find the means to enticing her closer to him.

Capturing her would be simple, but tempting her was so much more intense.