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didn’t sound good. “What
does that mean for you and what your body will go through without Sustain while
you wait?”
    His words barely reached above a whisper, but she heard him
nevertheless, and the answer lifted the hairs on her body.
    “God only knows.”

Chapter Three
     
    Creed rolled onto his side and stuffed the pillow under his
head once more. He pulled his knees up on the too-short sofa for his six-two
frame. But he was grateful for a warm place to sleep. He felt like an ass for
not telling Shayla the full truth about what to expect over the next
ten-to-fourteen days. But he didn’t want to freak her out when there was no
need. All the research data indicated that the acute phase of withdrawal would
involve a heightened period of sexual awareness. An awakening of the pleasure
receptors that would lead to an overwhelming desire for sexual release in any
form that could be found—masturbation, male and female intercourse, fellatio
and cunnilingus. All manner of depravity would surface. A growl rumbled in the
back of his throat.
    Damn Thomas for forcing this on him.
    No way in hell would he be reduced to such acts. He was a
trained enforcer, mentally and physically stronger than any hormonal
fluctuation. Besides, he’d never allow himself to put Shayla through such a
scene. She deserved better than a rutting animal in her home.
    She’d been more than accommodating considering how they’d
met and the chaos he’d introduced into her life. A smile tugged at his mouth.
Strange and confusing. He didn’t know whether to blame the lack of Sustain or
the woman herself for the unfamiliar feeling, the one that made him want to
grin more than once that day.
    Shayla was smart, inquisitive. Almost annoyingly so. Witty
and so damn full of life he found himself enjoying just watching her move about
the cabin. From cooking breakfast to toying with her long, dark-brown locks
when she didn’t think he was looking, she intrigued him. He’d never met a woman
who captured his attention long enough to find her interesting. Back in his
time period, his focus had been narrow, rigid. The job, his life. He’d never slowed
down long enough to consider a female as a life partner. But Shayla…
    Shit. Where was his head?
    Creed squirmed and flipped to his other side. This wasn’t
the twenty-seventh century and her joining his world wasn’t even a remote
possibility. Besides, even if it were, a woman from this era would never agree
to exist in a world infused with Sustain, sharing his life but not his bed. He
could tell during their earlier conversation that the concept would be too
alien. Appalling. She would never understand or agree to the benefits Sustain
brought to a person’s life. The calm it induced into a civilization.
    Creed scoffed and rubbed his eyes. The dialogue inside his
head was a total waste of time, not to mention ridiculous. He didn’t even
recognize his own mind and the thought patterns rolling about his skull. What
was he doing fantasizing about the beautiful brunette in the other room? He
could already feel the aftereffects of the drug leaching from his veins. The
growing restlessness. He closed his eyes, forcing his body to succumb to the
fatigue and his brain cells to let him go.
    Gorgeous.
    His heart raced at the sight of her standing before him, and
with a simple flutter of her lashes, she stole his breath. Shayla reached out,
and she slipped her hand in his. Creed encircled her smaller, delicate fingers.
His gaze raked her. Her long, fluid, sheer nightdress barely contained her full
bosom. Her nipples strained against their lacy confines. The most intense and
foreign desire to capture them between his lips overwhelmed him. Rocked him on
his feet. His mouth watered.
    “Shayla…” Her name fell from his tongue on a groan. She
glided toward him, or maybe it was he who had moved. Creed had no idea. But
somehow she knew exactly what he needed. Shayla slipped her hand free from his,
then lifted her arms