had worked. The females hadn’t even carried guns except for the ones who patrolled the perimeters to keep humans away.
The U.S. Government had promised them a place of their own, where their people could live safely from the press and from other humans who viewed them as a threat.
They’d read books, watched television, and talked to humans who answered all their questions. The months spent in the desert waiting for such a place to finish construction had calmed them, assured them that they had human rights, and his new life had begun at Homeland. He’d gone from being a test subject to a man. The Doc obviously didn’t agree. To her, he’d always be 215.
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It hurt. All he’d wanted was to have her view him as a sexual male, her equal, and he’d messed that up for good by insulting her by not recognizing her when he met her again. She obviously didn’t have forgiveness in her heart. The pain turned to anger quickly.
The memory of touching her, tasting her skin, and the scent of her arousal flashed.
She might not think of him as a man but her body could be persuaded otherwise. Lust and desire gripped him hard. Maybe she just needed to be taught without her mind mucking up the truth. He moved before he could talk himself out of the crazy idea.
Two hands suddenly grabbed Trisha by her shoulders. Slade took her to the ground, flat on her back, and suddenly ended up on top of her. Trisha struggled but she couldn’t get him off her. He pinned her down with his body. She opened her mouth but his hand clamped over it.
“Are you going to scream and tell those murderers where we are? Sound can carry a long way.”
She had planned on yelling at him. She shook her head against his palm. The hand instantly released her. Trisha pushed at Slade.
“Get off me right now,” she hissed.
“Do you want to know why I won’t say your name, Trisha?” He spoke softly to her, almost whispered.
She swallowed, surprised that he’d finally uttered her name. “Why?”
“It gets under your skin the way you get under mine all the time. I think it’s only fair if I annoy you as much as you do me.”
“How do I annoy you? You’re the one who’s always got some smartass remark to say and who constantly makes some sexually rude comment.”
“You’re the one I want to fuck so bad you make me ache.” He growled at her.
“That’s more annoying than me shooting my mouth off, Doc. Trust me. I don’t make you so hard that you worry about busting out of your pants. You do that to me.”
His words left her speechless. She’d never expected that answer from him in a million years. Out of all the things he could have said, those things wouldn’t have even made her list.
With his traumatic history she could see him hating anyone in the medical profession. She also thought he might think her a snob because people always accused her of being standoffish. She didn’t mean to be but she just didn’t know how to relate to people.
“Nothing to say now, Doc?”
She didn’t know what to say.
Slade growled. “You’re one cold bitch. I wonder sometimes if you ever heat up.” He paused. “Do you ever warm up even a little?”
“I’m not cold.”
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“Really? You fool me all the time.”
“That’s not fair of you to even say. You don’t really know me. We’ve barely spoken unless it’s to insult each other or say something rude.”
“Ummm.” He shifted. “Warm up for me, Doc.”
Trisha gasped when Slade arched his stomach away from her body. His hand slid between them and fisted her shirt. She tried to grab it but Slade moved faster. He yanked the material all the way up her body to her neck and pushed away her frantic hands. His finger hooked the edge of her bra cup and gave it a yank. Trisha’s breast was freed to the chilly air that hit her skin.
“Nice,” Slade growled before his mouth lowered.
Trisha pushed frantically at Slade’s broad chest until his mouth closed over her hardened nipple. She gasped at the shocking feel of hot lips and wet, rough tongue when Slade gently sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth. He growled, causing vibrations. Trisha froze, ceasing her struggles. It was an erotic feeling, something she’d never experienced before, and then Slade suckled on her with hard tugs.
Trisha’s stomach quivered and she couldn’t stop the moan that came from her parted lips. The sensation of what he did to her felt amazing. She arched her chest upward against his face to give him better access and at the same time realized she wasn’t pushing at his chest anymore. Her fingers clutched the material of his NSO
uniform to keep him close instead.
Slade sucked harder and his teeth rubbed against her sensitive nipple. Trisha moaned louder. She found his hair and dug her fingers around his scalp, holding his head in place. Her heart raced and she knew her body responded in
