She’d converted the center-facing seats into a padded bench and was sleeping like a child. He should leave her alone. She was obviously exhausted, but he was bored and restless. And his desire for her had gradually built over the past three hours. She was his mate and his body knew it. Everything that made him male, demanded that he claim her before some other male had the opportunity to steal her away. It was a primal instinct, impossible to ignore. Each time he took her, she’d understand more clearly that they were meant to be together. But each time he took her, it was harder not to anchor the mating bond, not to make the joining real and permanent. With a sexy little groan, she rolled to her back and stretched her arms over head. “What time is it?” “What time is it on Earth or what time is it on Rodymia?” A sleepy smile curved her lips. “How long have we been gone?” “A little over three hours.
