Alexandra Syato has complete control of her life.
She's rich and has Captain Rhearden Lawe as a delicious friend with benefits. Her life couldn't be more perfect. Until the mysterious force known as sheen turns her world upside down.
It changes Lawe in a way she doesn't expect and now her easygoing friend has become a dark and brooding stranger, determined to take her control. She can't fight their new, blistering attraction. But the price for having him may break her.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Current by Kim Knox
Syato's heartbeat spiked, she jumped up, defense training moving her body for her. A yelp broke from her as a solid form shoved her against the wall. The scratchy nap of the lunar tapestry rubbed against her face, her chest, a strong hand pinning her arms above her head by the wrists.
Hot breath burned against her neck. The muscled length of a torso pressed into her back and she closed her eyes as his erection dug against her. "I didn't pay for this."
A large hand skimmed her hip, teasing over the smooth fabric.
"What did you pay for?"
His scent was throwing her off. He smelled like Lawe, but then whoever had used the shower had used his products. But his voice, and the fact that the man was nowhere near the club, made it impossible. She swallowed, trying to find her own voice. He seemed to be expecting an answer. "The new workers. The ones with the tongues."
"So you want to be...licked?"
Syato closed her eyes, denying the hot flicker of need that filled her belly. She could imagine this was Lawe, use the darkness and the borrowed scent to make her body believe it was him. Safe. It would be safe.
"Yes." She pulled in a deep breath, drawing in the dry odor of the tapestry and fighting the twinge of guilt. She and Lawe had an arrangement, not a relationship. "Do you agree?"
He growled against her ear. "No deals. Not now. You take what I give you."
"That's never been a part of any understanding--"
Sharp teeth tugged at her earlobe and she gasped. His fingers pushed over her hip to cup her sex. "This is mine."
Sparks danced behind her eyes. He had Lawe's build and scent but her captain never pushed, never took. Sex was light, debauched, filled with laughter...not whatever this was. "I don't think--"
Irritation swelled and she jerked back against him. Enough. She'd had enough of this game. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
His laughter skittered over her skin and she ignored the prickle it left behind. "Baruch is giving you what you need."
Baruch? She knew it. The woman was giving her a Uranian year of free room use. "I do not need to be held against my will with my face pressed into a moldy tapestry."
"So much fire..." His voice had dropped to a whisper across the shell of her ear and her tight irritation wavered as his thumb followed the sensitive crease of her thigh. His fingers played, pushing the smooth silk between her thighs, teasing, pulsing little shocks of fire up through her belly. "You're going to beg me to fuck you."