From New York Times and USA Today Best-Selling Author, Rebecca York Faith has come on a bride ship to Palamar. But if the man she's married wants a wife, why does he keep her at arm's length? Can she show him that love is stronger than his fear of intimacy? Or is their marriage hopeless?
Heartwarming and sexy science fiction romance.
EXCERPT:
"Cash, can we stop being strangers to each other?" she asked in a breathy whisper.
Her expression had changed. He read determination and intention. To do what?
He found out when she cupped one hand around the back of his head and brought his face close to hers. Too startled to resist, he felt their lips brush. Hers were soft as a baby chick, and when they moved against his, he felt his knees weaken. Had he ever in his life tasted anything as sweet as the little puff of breath that sighed out of her?
Automatically, he moved back so that his hips were propped against the wall. She moved with him, staying in his arms.
"Cash," she said again before her tongue glided out to play with the seam of his lips.
He heard himself groan, felt his body growing hard as he sank against her softness.
She must feel his erection pressing against her middle, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she reached between them to slide open two of his shirt buttons and slip her fingers inside, playing with his chest.
Her touch was like fire traveling over his skin, shooting downward through his body. He wanted her, and he was afraid he was going to have to do something about it.
He could barely breathe, barely think. All he knew was that he needed her as he had never needed another human being. And maybe now he could let down the guard that he had kept in place with her for too long. Her hands fumbled for the material at the back of his shirt and loosened it from the waistband of his slacks. She slipped one hand under, sliding her fingers up his back, and when he realized what she was doing, he gasped.
"No."
He jerked away. Lord he hadn't even let her see his back. And now she had touched it.
He turned from her, tucking in his shirt as he stumbled out of the kitchen, out of the house where he wouldn't have to see her expression.