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tense up, more aware than she’d been since his short stint as a xenoanatomy subject of how potently male—and how frighteningly alien—he truly was.
    Uneasy now, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.
    Oh yeah . This dream she’d gladly have every night for the rest of her life. She was squashed into a sandy, palm-dotted beach, the turquoise waters of the Caribbean rushing toward her and receding, the midday sun beating down on her back. Now, if only she had a fruity umbrella drink and the latest Michael Crichton thriller…
    “You’re asleep,” came the soothing whisper in her ear, and she sighed as she laid her head down once more.
    “I know, but it still feels weird. It’s not often I have a dream where I know I’m dreaming. I think I like it.” His scent was getting stronger and she lapped it up, breathing in greedy lungfuls as she lay basking in the fabulous heat.
    “Who am I?”
    “Kellen,” she answered without hesitation. “You’re always Kellen.”
    “You dream of me often.” It wasn’t a question.
    “Sometimes.” The stirring against her rear end became a nudging and she squirmed restlessly. “But not like this.”
    “You will from now on,” he murmured, settling even more heavily against her backside.
    “Promise?” Her question ended on a gasp as he slid one of his gigantic hands beneath her chest. She tried to twist away, ashamed of her inadequacy even in sleep, but he ignored her struggles and closed in on her right nipple. His thumb brushed over her, and the roughness of it through the weave of her thermals produced a rush of feeling so intense it knocked the breath from her lungs. He stroked over the tiny nipple again and again, and Monica thrashed under the weight of him. Her pulse was racing, her breathing erratic, so frightening were the sensations rippling through her.
    Or was it the idea of waking up and feeling those sensations slip away as if they’d never been that made her so frantic?
    “What are you doing to me?” she moaned. In answer, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger and pulled sharply. Lightning blasted down her body, striking hard between her thighs and ripping a strangled scream from her throat.
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    “Preparing you, little Terran.” The reply was dark with humor and something else… Any attempt she might have made to figure it out was lost to the feel of his mouth opening against the side of her throat. His tongue licked out, scorching a trail of fire up to her ear, and she whimpered.
    “Oh God, for what?”
    His left hand edged beneath her thermals to pluck at her other nipple and she lurched, howling at the shower of sparks splashing into her belly.
    He chuckled as he nipped at her earlobe. “For an alien invasion.”
    *
    Monica woke with a start, jerking straight up in bed. Bright morning light pierced her eyes and she shaded them quickly with one hand, her head pounding in sync with the rhythm of her heart.
    Bright morning light … Holy shit, what time was it?
    “Ten-fourteen!”
    She was out of bed and stripped to the skin before the echo of her shout died.
    Thankful there was no window in the bathroom, she left the vanity lights off while she gulped down more ibuprofen and brushed her teeth. Wrenching open the taps, she stepped under the cool spray and showered in record time despite the headache that knifed through her eyeballs. After toweling off her hair, she spritzed and sculpted it into its usual spiky disarray with her fingers, eyes slitted against the dim light. How long had it been since she’d had it cut, anyway? Seemed like it was just last week, but hell if the mop on her head wasn’t getting shaggy again.
    Squinting against the glare of the bedroom, she bypassed her makeup tray for the first time since arriving at Beaumont–Thayer. If her coworkers didn’t all know she was a freak already, they would once they saw her today. The dramatic Goth makeup made her skin appear ashen, but without it, she