It was rumored that he had married and was living monogamously with one of the colony women. Oh, he still made the required sperm deposits so his DNA could go further in repopulating the human race, but he didn’t make personal calls anymore and had been taken off the reservation lists permanently.
“I don’t know, Michael.” She’d never dared call him by name to his face, though it had crept into her mind more and more often.
His lips nipped at hers playfully. This side of him was new, and very exciting. She’d seen him in full Dom mode as he ruled most of the human fighting forces in this sector. She’d seen him weighted down by the burdens of his position and role. Her heart had gone out to him as time and again he sacrificed his own desires for the greater good of humanity, and she’d admired him for his steadfast determination to defeat their enemies.
This coaxing, cajoling, teasing hunk was something altogether new. His lips teased hers, his breath hot and sweet, mingling with her own. This man was born a Dom, but he was patient and kind in ways she never expected.
“Do it, Leah. You know you want to.” He cuddled into her his chest, his cheek seeking her neck as he rubbed against her in the most delicious way. “Dinner. With me. What happens after that is wide open.”
“But what about your rule? No fraternizing, remember?”
“Rules are made to be broken. Besides, you’re the only woman under my command I’ve ever wanted to break that little unofficial rule with. No one else, Leah. Just you.” He punctuated his words with small kisses to her face, teasing her until she smiled.
“All right,” she answered, finally. He wanted to pound the air with his fist in triumph, but refrained. “I’ll have dinner with you tonight, Michael, but we’ll discuss this. I won’t be rushed into anything.”
“No rushing.” He nodded. “Gotcha.” Pulling her closer, he kissed her, wanting to feel her response again and again. She was his. He knew it deep in his soul, though he didn’t understand it at all. Now he just had to make sure she knew it, too.
She would have his baby and he’d enjoy every moment of putting it in her womb and watching it grow. The very idea made something soft and fragile blossom in his sheltered heart. He didn’t know quite what it was, but he definitely had his suspicions.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mike had a plan. He’d spent time breaking Leah in to his ways when she’d started as his XO two years ago. She’d been skittish at first, and it had taken him a few weeks to get her used to being around him and his manner of speaking—and sometimes barking orders—when he was in full Dom mode. Eventually, she’d come to anticipate his wants and needs and turned out to be the best XO he’d ever had.
That was only part of the reason he didn’t want to lose her.
The rest had to do with little things. The way she moved. The way she spoke. The way she could talk him down from a Dominant rage with just a few well-placed words of caution and sense. The way her mind worked. The way she smelled of clean woman and daffodils. The way her hair swayed on the rare occasions she wore it down, and the way she smiled at him every so often as if he personally hung all the moons of Jupiter.
He couldn’t lose her. Especially not after she’d conceived his child. He’d fathered many children, but this one would be special. This one in particular, he wanted to see gestate and be born, grow and change. He wanted to know and love this child as he knew and…loved…its mother.
The thought stopped him.
Did he love her?
Mike wasn’t sure. He didn’t really know what love was all about. It wasn’t something he’d ever come across before personally. He’d seen a few of his brothers succumb, and longed to learn what it was that made one woman preferable to all others. If there was such a woman for him, he hoped she was like Leah.
Hell, perhaps she was Leah. He’d be damned if