Dalir's Salvation Read Online Free PDF

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    He caught a view of her conjured up image of him, shirtless, and her yanking down is zipper.
    Lust snaked through him. “Be careful what you wish for.”
    She snickered. “You wish you knew what I wanted.”
    “I do. I can read what you’re thinking. Loud and clear. My name is Dalir, and for the record, I don’t wear boxers. Or briefs.”
    A flush of pink tinged her light-brown face. Just like in the lab, when she’d ordered him to leave her alone, a mental door in her mind started to shut. When the tech had taken her out of the imaging machine, he’d stood beside her, but she couldn’t see him. By sheer will she’d locked him out. That couldn’t happen again. He didn’t have time to wait hours for her to let her guard down again. What if she didn’t?
    “What’s wrong, princess?” He bent closer. “Finally, realized you don’t have what it takes to handle me?”
    Ari leaned in. Heat and energy pulsated in the space between them.
    An image of his own reared up. Her naked and writhing under him in bed, handling him just fine as they finished what she started in her vision.
    “Harmless fantasy men don’t scare me one tiny bit.” She brushed his lips with a barely there kiss. Soft but assured. A direct challenge.
    He’d show her harmless. Dalir closed the gap and took command of her mouth. An answer to the gauntlet she’d thrown, swiftly turned into the need to explore.
    She threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Her tongue intertwining with his brought a rush of staggering want.
    Dalir lifted Ari onto the dresser. She weighed nothing, but the passion in her kiss nearly floored him, as did her curves, firm ass, tiny waist, and lush breasts. Fuck it all. The desire to possess her raged to life.
    A knock echoed. Brooke’s voice came through the door. “Ari?”
    As he brushed kisses down her throat, he inhaled her light floral scent. “Tell her to go away.”
    “I can’t.” Ari bunched up the hem of his shirt.
    He plunged his tongue back past her lips. With Ari’s moans of assent spurring him on Dalir deepened the kiss.
    “Ari?” The door handle rattled. “What’s that noise? You don’t sound okay. I’m coming in.”
    “No!” Ari jerked back. “I bumped my leg getting undressed. I’m fine.” I just want to hump the hell out of a guy who doesn’t exist.
    He pinched her thigh.
    “Ow!” She wacked him.
    “Does that feel like I don’t exist?”
    “Ari.” Suspicion laced Brooke’s tone. “Who are you talking to? Are you seeing hallucinations again?”
    “Shit.” Ari whispered. She dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “When she picked me up from the hospital, Dr. Foster told her to look out for that. No, Brooke, I’m on the phone.” She fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Be out in a bit.”
    “Okay. Pizza will be here in thirty minutes.” Brooke left.
    Ari released a deep breath. “I’m taking a shower.”
    Would she flush that shade of pink everywhere he soaped her skin? His cock pressed against his zipper. As he leaned in, Dalir stroked his palms up Ari’s silky smooth thighs. “Lead the way.”
    She flattened her hands to his chest. “I meant alone.”
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    Warmth from his hard pecs seeped through his shirt and into Ari’s palms. She dug her fingers into the fabric, tempted to rip it off. As she eased down from the dresser, the tips of her breasts grazed over his chest.
    Dalir sucked in a swift breath, but didn’t move. His gray eyes darkened as he angled closer.
    Pulses tugged at her core. Ari sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, stifling a whimper. She’d meant to tease him, not get herself all worked up. “In case you missed it, that’s your cue to leave.”
    Dalir slowly stepped back and motioned his hand as if giving her permission to pass. “I’ll wait.”
    “No. You’re going back inside of my head where you came from.”
    As she slipped by, he caught her arm. He cupped her ass and