In 2254, a fertile woman is worth her weight in platinum. With the future of the human race in question, death is the only sentence handed out to those who plunder Earth's most precious resource.
Lee Tanner, commander of the Enforcer outpost responsible for guarding and protecting those women, will be happy to hand out that sentence. Tightening his newest command will eliminate the pirate raids, but it leaves him holding the first recovered captive in years. Strong and fiercely independent, Chenoa awakens the warrior within him, and nothing in the Enforcer's codes helps him deal with the fact that his captive isn't just a witness or a lusted-after commodity. She's a woman.
There are forces in nature that never notice the passing of years. The advances in civilization have done little to dampen the primitive yearnings of male and female. But the hand of Fate touches whom she will. Love and the bonding of two souls will never be obedient to the dictates of policy. Lee will discover how far a man will go and how hard he must fight to protect what is his.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Beyond Boundaries by 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. Every part of his body radiated his presence to her. 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 awakened 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 of enticing her closer to him. Capturing her would be simple, but tempting her was so much more intense.
Chenoa looked at his huge frame. If she stepped closer he would be even larger, more powerful. The throbbing increased and sank lower inside her body, till the folds of her sex seemed too crowded and she shifted her thighs apart to relieve the pressure.
"Try it." Lee extended his hand, palm up to see what she'd do. Her eyes flicked over it and she lifted a slim hand toward him. Victory was swift but she didn't put her hand into his as Lee expected her to. Instead her sensitive fingertips traced over his palm and wrist in a teasing movement that was almost too delicate to feel.
Her fingertips were once again alive with sensation. Chenoa smiled at the pure pleasure she seemed to feel when their bare skin met. Her breasts rose beneath her dress as the nipples drew into tight little buttons.
Lee couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed such an innocent touch. He groaned as she ran her hand smoothly over his chest. The strong scent of her body filled his lungs making his body surge forward with the need to take. But having her approach him twisted his senses in an explosion of approval.
Lifting his hand, Lee gently tapped his lips. Her eyes darkened as the tip of her tongue appeared to run over her bottom lip.
"Kiss me, Chenoa."
She wanted to do just that. Wisdom tried to intrude but Chenoa brushed it aside. It simply felt correct to be in contact with him. His body was tense as he held iron control over his flesh. She found herself trusting in this man's ability to temper his strength.
She flattened both hands over his chest before rising onto her toes to comply. Lee clenched his hands into fists as he waited an eternity for that kiss. Her lips were soft as she tried to fit them to his. The contact broke as her toes refused to hold her up. Lee caught her bottom and raised her from the floor. He caught her gasps as his mouth took hers and boldly tasted the sweetness within.
Chenoa twisted as her body seemed to burn from within. She needed to be much closer to him. She sent her tongue searching for his as he turned and she felt the hard surface of the table beneath her bottom. He pressed toward her till her thighs parted to allow his hips to settle against her body. The layers of clothing seemed flimsy as the hard bulge of his sex pressed into her most tender flesh.
Yet it filled the ache throbbing there. Chenoa felt her hips thrust forward as pleasure shot deeply into her passage from the pressure. His firm hands slipped up her back before one gently cupped her breast. His thumb rubbed over her nipple making her gasp as pleasure erupted from the little point.
Lee growled. It was a menacing sound that frightened her with its level of ferocity. He abruptly turned to shield her with his back. The recruit standing in his doorway visibly paled.
"Excuse me, sir...Ah...Command is on the line."
Lee gave a hard nod and the man literally fled. He clenched his hands into fists as the scent of Chenoa's aroused body surrounded him. He couldn't think beyond the need to impale her. It went beyond intoxication. His sex raged with the knowledge that her body was wet and spread for him.
The words that came out of his mouth were vicious