Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) by A.M. Griffin Page A

heart, was so good to me. The love of my life. Just the thought of touching…or fucking that alien in my cabin is unfaithful.
    Anna wouldn’t have wanted him to live the rest of his life lonely and bitter. She would’ve wanted him to be happy no matter what. But even after all this time, he couldn’t shake the memory of her death. The nightmares of her charred body, burned beyond recognition, still plagued him. And the babies… Guilt would never let him rest.
    He should have made her stay at his back. He should have protected her better. He punched his armrest until his fist turned red. Only then did he stop to rub his hand, encouraging the feeling to return.
    The emptiness weighed down on him. His chest tightened. His heart had already begun to beat sporadically. He did what he always did when the loneliness crept up on him.
    Kane initiated the window release. Low humming came from the metal that slid over invisible tracks, hidden beneath the structure of the walls. The front-view window became larger as the protective covering slid away.
    Kane melted into his chair and let the view of the stars and planets envelope him. The vastness of space made him calmer. It always did. Most times he would relieve Ryan so he could have a moment of peace here. Ever since the little Indian man he had shared a space with on the Loconuist vessel explained his Hindu belief of reincarnation to him, Kane had a sense of serenity when he watched the stars. The Hindus believed when a person died, their soul was reincarnated in another body.
    He and Anna weren’t Hindus but the idea made him feel better…at peace. According to the Hindus, Anna could be out there somewhere, given a second chance at life. That thought always put him at ease.
    Eventually he might find a woman and settle down. Hell, why not? Three of his former crewmates had done just that. Ryan could take over as captain. Ryan would be more than able to keep everyone in check and out of trouble.
    Maybe they would all settle in one place someday. Even Jess. But that would require her to let down her guard. Something he didn’t see her doing anytime soon. He speculated the reason for her dress and demeanor was to push away as many males as possible. She loathed anything feminine. Those qualities had been lost a long time ago.
    Where Jess avoided everything feminine, the princess seemed to embrace it. Hell, even as a prisoner, the princess acted as though she were too good to eat food off her lap. He’d seen Jess scarf down food out of a box, standing up and using her bare hands.
    He tried to picture Jess in the same gown the princess wore and came up short. First of all, Jess would put a blaster to his temple for even suggesting the idea and second, no one could fill that dress out as Princess Sa’Mya did. Nothing matched the way Sa’Mya’s dress hung over her breasts, curves and hips. And the slits that ran up the sides, in a word, were dangerous. The slits gave him an unencumbered view of her long legs.
    Shit.
    Looking at his dick, he groaned.
    If I have to jack myself off again, I’m going to lose it.
    There was one woman onboard he could sate himself with. He called for Jess. The princess was invading his head.
    Damn, what is that alien doing to me?
    Jess didn’t make him wait long. She entered and folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the wall. “What?”
    Great. She’s still mad.
    Kane swiveled to face her. He rubbed the outline of his throbbing cock that bulged under his pants.
    Jess smirked. “You think you can call me just because your dick decided to get hard?”
    “I didn’t want it to go to waste. Besides…” He continued to caress the length of his cock.
    Jess pushed off the wall and sauntered toward him with a predatory gait. “Well, you do owe me for last night. But don’t get any ideas, this doesn’t change anything.”
    “I owe you. That’s all. I know this doesn’t change anything.” He slowly pulled down the front of his pants.