Chapter Four
IT WASN’T A GLITCH. This was a total and complete meltdown of anything civilized within him. Max’s gaze arrowed in on the woman wearing a thin robe, her hair hanging damp around her shoulders. She was tall and not human. Detyen, his processors helpfully supplied. In the dim light of the ship, her skin was the color of rubies, darkened along the edge of her neck by triangular and rectangular markings that he was sure climbed down her arms and chest.
He wanted to run his tongue over them, mark them with his teeth and then taste the swelling curves of her breasts and down further, over her hips, until he tasted her most private treasure. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even if she was alien. Delicate hands with finely clipped nails hung down by her side, and he
