Shit. I knew the answer. Yes. Yes, I did.
He knew it, too.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you when I find you?” Quinn asked, his steps even. He wasn’t rushing, but taking his time and enjoying this. The taunt. The play.
I licked my lips. I wanted to know.
“I’m going to watch your face as I open the front of your uniform shirt. As my fingers brush over the swells of your breasts. Hear the pace of your heartrate increase. Ah, mate, I hear it now.”
I took a deep breath, let it out. Tried to calm my heart, which had started to race. It seemed I liked dirty talk, and he wasn’t even in the room. God, what was I going to turn into when he was before me?
Oh, yeah, a pile of goo.
“I can scent your arousal from here. With each step closer, you get wetter.”
I did.
The almost-silent slide of the room’s door had me sucking in a breath. Holding it.
He was here.
“Mate,” he said. This time, the voice was from the far side of the room. “Breathe.”
I exhaled.
“Good girl.”
I should have been pissed off by the endearment, but I wasn’t. It was… reassuring. Gentle. I actually liked the praise.
What was wrong with me?
Oh, yeah. I no longer had control of my pussy.
And there he was. He stepped to the end of the row of components, set his hands on his hips and looked at me. Studied me. Waited.
So big. So… male. I could smell him. Pine forest and dark male. I had no idea why I thought that. I felt like a silly commercial for men’s cologne on Earth. There was no dark male scent. But there was, and Quinn had it.
“You should find your marked mate,” I told him.
He shook his head, but otherwise didn’t move. “We are matched. You are mine.”
“I’m not.”
He laughed then. “Not yet.”
“I’m a vice admiral. I wear the pants in this relationship.”
I watched as his gaze dropped to my legs. I held still all the while I wanted to squirm.
“You state the obvious. I see you in pants.”
I rolled my eyes. The Earth slang had been lost on him.
“I won’t let you control me,” I said next, hoping to clarify.
“Yes, you will,” he countered so confidently. He crooked a finger at me, beckoning me to him.
I remained still and stared. I had no exit, not without taking him out in the process. I didn’t want that. I wanted to climb him like a horny monkey.