“Cover,” my ass, she thought. Kissing Dempsey had totally screwed up her concentration, and part of her wondered if he’d done it on purpose just to get even for treating him like crap. Now she was shaking like a leaf from her reaction to one kiss. Sexual energy zinged through her body. Her lips may never recover. If she shot him, he’d have no one to blame but himself. It worried her that she was getting used to the strange cocoon that enveloped her every time they touched. Aside from the passion and sexual overdrive, she was convinced the sights and sounds she tapped into were coming from deep within him. They seemed to be drawing her in, toward something that she couldn’t quite grasp. Did he realize that? Could he see inside her as well? If so, he wasn’t admitting anything. Regardless, she didn’t want to be there, and it wouldn’t happen again. It couldn’t. He was an alien and he was her partner, and her hormones were going to have to deal with that. It was a damn shame too, because Dempsey’s rock- hard body harnessed some serious raw heat, and she was like a moth to the flame.
