Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) by A.M. Griffin Read Free Book Online Page A

to stay as far away from him as possible until she could rectify the human male problem in the morning.
    But then… The warm rush of heat spread across her face. He touched her and she had touched him back.
    She had allowed herself to indulge with his flesh, play with the fine hairs on his chest, his nipples and…
    She could still remember vividly how he had felt in her hand. His shaft had been so hard but yet so soft. She had touched, stroked and tasted his nectar. She had displayed herself so wantonly. Her body had betrayed her on the most intimate level.
    She should have pushed him off. She shouldn’t have let him caress her as he had, nor put his lips on her. She had responded, wanting and needing his touch. Tissues swelled that had never reacted to a male. She had wanted him in more ways than one, in her mouth and inside her .
    His manhood had been big. Too big. Would it fit? She would have tried. She chewed on her lower lip. Males and females mated all the time. It was supposed to fit. Wasn’t it?
    Maybe she should ask Nebin when she saw him, just to be sure. She scowled. No, not him. He would reprimand her for thinking of such things. While he allowed her to indulge with females, he would kill any male who thought to touch her.
    Moira? No, she had never seen her assistant remotely interested in males or females. Yazmine? Yes, Yazmine would explain male-female coupling.
    Next time she would know what was expected of her. But why had he stopped? While she had, against her better judgment, been more than willing?
    Oh, he had been expecting someone else.
    She winced at the memory.
    Maybe she shouldn’t have struck him?
    What am I thinking? That human is holding me captive, for Ancients’ sake. Sa’Mya shook her head in disgust.
    Her breath caught in her throat. They had missed the transport. Now how were they going to get to Prysvinta? These fools didn’t even know what they’d done. If she was forced to stay in this system, her uncle would surely find them.
    Or would he?
    She doubted Moira had been able to get a message to her uncle before they had been caught. While aboard the transporter, Nebin had sat next to her the entire trip. He hadn’t allowed Moira the opportunity to be alone at the helm at all.
    This could work out in my favor.
    Uncle Umar wouldn’t find her on this floating death trap. This would be the perfect place to hide.
    Sa’Mya pressed the hard, small, round indentation on the back of her hand. The current date and time on Laconia projected directly above her hand. The time-keeper read twenty-one rotations until her twenty-fifth birth cycle. She would need to stay out of sight. Everything would be fine after then.
    Right?
    Sa’Mya relaxed onto the pillows. This could work out better than anything she and Nebin ever planned. She wouldn’t give these humans any information about her or her home world. But what of the others? How would they fare under his interrogation? She prayed everyone would keep their mouths shut.
    They would. She had to believe it was true.
    Neither the captain nor his actions could divert her from her goal. When he returned, she would demand he give her an acceptable private cabin. A royal suite with adjoining cabins for Moira, Yazmine and Nebin.
    At least that would put an end to all these thoughts she was having. Had she been seriously thinking about giving herself to a commoner? A human one at that? She shook her head in disgust.
    What he had started would never be completed. Yazmine would be more than willing to satisfy those urges within her. Separate quarters would provide the distance she needed. This rust bucket had to have a royal suite. Captive or not, she was still a princess.
    She scanned the meager room. I hope the royal suite is in better shape.
    The small storage closet on the right wasn’t big enough to hold her undergarments. The dinette table and chairs to the left appeared peasant made. She assumed the door in front of her was a bathroom. A tiny