Dr. Trisha Norbit is flat on her back in a hospital bed, pinned under a really big New Species male. Though drugged out of his mind, he promises her ecstasy and is determined to deliver – but hospital staff intervenes. 215 is a man Trisha will never forget. But, when she meets him again at Homeland… he doesn’t even remember her!
The nosy new doctor wants to know all about the breeding habits between humans and Species. Slade proposes a hands-on education but she’s not interested in a one-night stand. He can’t offer more because he’s haunted by the memory of a woman he once tried to claim. He’s shocked when he realizes they are one and the same. He’s blown it – she’ll never give him a chance now.
But, when her life is in danger, he’s the only one who can save her. As they flee through the wilderness, their desire ignites and cannot be denied. Hot sex, on the run, has consequences that are even more dangerous and will change their lives forever.
“Don’t ever walk into my house again. What would you have done if I’d still been in the shower?” He grinned. “Walked in there to tell you they needed you at the center and handed you a smaller towel than you had on. Maybe a hand towel.” His gaze roamed her body slowly and he smiled wider. “Or a washcloth.”
“Oral skills are always a wonderful thing to have, Mr. Slade.” Her gaze lowered to the crotch of his black pants, lingered there. She slowly allowed her gaze to travel up his body to examine every inch of him until they were staring into each other’s eyes. She saw his smile had faded, knowing her actions had wiped the amused look from his face.
“I guess you could say I have a real oral fixation myself.”
She smiled wider at him, licked her lips, letting her tongue glide slowly over the surface. His jaw clenched as he adjusted his weight. She noticed his interest.
“Good conversation is very important, don’t you think? It’s so stimulating and pleasurable if done right. As a doctor it may surprise you how much I’ve learned on the subject. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a really good conversation and sometimes I nearly ache from wishing someone could stimulate me.” Her eyes narrowed. “But unfortunately I haven’t met anyone yet who I want to really talk to. I just keep meeting jerks who have no finesse.”
“The bed is too small for all four of us to fit on unless we call a dog pile,” Moon stated suddenly. Trisha started to laugh. She turned and grinned at him, seeing all three men had followed her upstairs. “I get to pile on last if you do. That way I won’t get crushed.”
“We could all sleep as though we’re hot dogs inside a package,” Harley offered. “When one of us wants to turn we could all just shout out ‘roll’ and be like those synchronized swimmers who all move at once.”
“Wouldn’t work.” Moon chuckled. “The person on the outside in the direction we turned would end up falling on the floor.”
“More room for the three remaining.” Brass winked at Trisha. “I think we should put Moon and Harley on the outside edges, just to be safe.”
“I missed you. I won’t ever leave you again. Ever. I’d rather die than be away from you. I swear to protect you with my life and I won’t mess up again. I’ve learned how much you mean to me.”