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mind
control—ever.” She was barely thinking straight but knew without doubt he was
at his most susceptible now, the perfect time to use what feminine wiles she
had. “I want to be joined with you—no one else—and with all my thoughts my
own.”
    She slid a hand between his thighs, biting back a wanton
groan at the heat and hardness she found. “Renate. Please. Say yes.”

Chapter Three
     
    Renate leaned forward. His nostrils flared. “Yes.”
    She sucked in a breath. He’d agreed!
    But at what cost?
    She pushed a sudden attack of conscience aside. She had to
think about herself, think what was best for her, for Bonnie. Not this alien
who meant nothing to her.
    Nothing? Yeah, right.
    But then she was tucking her legs around his hips, aligning
her pussy to his cock. In this moment she wouldn’t think on the fact she was
fucking the enemy. All doubts and insecurities were set aside so that she could
remember what is was to be alive.
    One of his hands clasped the base of his erection and he
massaged the slippery flesh of her cunt with the head of his cock, stimulating
her already sensitized nerve endings.
    She clamped her legs around him and pinned him with a hot
glare. “No more teasing!”
    Please!
    He nodded, the cords of his neck standing out in sharp
relief. “As you wish.”
    In one long stroke he drove into her slick heat, pushing the
breath from her lungs and the voice from her throat. But she couldn’t have
breathed, couldn’t have spoken even if she’d wanted. And then when he pulled
out and thrust all the way back in, she couldn’t even think.
    Until some kind of shockwave hit deep in her womb and
flashed along her every cell, a fiery charge of pleasure that left her reeling
for one beat, then two. On the third she was climaxing hard, almost brutally,
swept high and far until she wondered for one brief, incredulous moment if she
was traveling along some other plane of being.
    “ Yes .” Her voice returned on a strangled hiss of
breath.
    He paused, holding back as if drinking in her rapture, the
clenching of her cunt muscles. Then with a guttural groan he pushed deep inside
her, his strokes long and fierce and unrelenting.
    His face clenched, skin pulling tight over sculpted
cheekbones. A muscle jerked to life in his jaw and he let go, releasing his
seed with a guttural moan.
    They stayed joined together for long moments, holding each
other’s stares and breathing hard.
    She swallowed. “I don’t remember much from my past, but I’m
certain sex has never been like this. Ever.”
    With anyone.
    He disengaged from her wet heat before shifting his weight
off her. Lying on his side he drew her close. His stare was fathomless, yet
somehow she perceived the conflicting undercurrents of his emotions.
    He nodded, voice husky as he said, “That goes for me too,
kitten.”
    God, how much difference a day could make. She basked in the
afterglow of their lovemaking, of knowing their union had been something beyond
special. For both of them. With Renate’s strong arms wrapped around her, she
felt a peace, a belonging she knew she’d never experienced with anyone before.
It was as though a part of her had been missing, a part that was now returned.
    What, it takes a virus to wipe out almost all of humanity
for you to find your soul mate?
    Guilt slid like a toxin through her radiance, dimming joy.
Bloody hell. She couldn’t keep harboring such terrible thoughts. Like a cancer,
they’d eat her alive. Though memories of the past hit her when she least
expected, she wanted—needed—to look toward the future if she had even half a
chance for a happily ever after.
    A future she’d never have believed was conceivable.
    God only knew the days since she’d woken with no memory at
all had been a special kind of hell on earth.
    She breathed slowly and deeply, her thoughts drifting as she
snuggled into the warmth of the sleeping bag, of the man beside her.
    The rain had stopped, and through the broken window