8
Erica
The Commander—Kaed—grinned. A slow, lethal smile that made him look even sexier. Dark. Dangerous. Hot as hell. And he stood up to me. He didn’t seem to wilt under my bold nature.
“What did you say to me, mate?”
Oh, s**t. I’d gone too far that time. The commander, Kaed, my primary male, the one who was supposed to be ninety-nine percent perfect for me, glared at me like I’d just threatened to take down his entire battleship. Or worse. His gaze was hot, intent and focused. He looked all too eager to answer my challenge.
And my p***y wept.
Not the first time the disconnect between my brain and my mouth had gotten me in trouble. I tended to say what I thought, without a filter. Which, so far, hadn’t been working out all that well. Especially with Earth men.
But these two were no
