Wanted and Wired by Vivien Jackson

Author:Vivien Jackson [Jackson, Vivien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2017-04-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

She woke up ’cause something smelled good. With the sorts of images she’d been boiling in her mind, and after the stuff she and Heron had done last night, that something could have been all kinds of organic goodness. Turned out to be bacon.

Mari rolled over and let the duvet slide off her hip. She stretched like a satisfied kitty.

“Hungry?” Heron’s voice made her belly tighten, but not necessarily with hunger.

“Ummhmm.” Mari opened her eyes but couldn’t force herself to move yet. The free-fae must have fulfilled their contract and scuttled off, because today, it was just a room. Last night, it had been magic.

The low, on-the-floor bedding fit in fine with the sparse furnishings, taupe and black with slashes of gold. High-impact glass several feet thick stretched along one wall, a gigantic porthole. It might have been morning, but all Mari saw were stars and infinite black. She wondered which end of the Chiba Station she was looking out of. Not that she had any compass on the vast universe.

Heron was sitting crisscross-applesauce on the far side of a Japanese table, eyeing her over a buffet of breakfast feastery. He hadn’t gotten dressed yet, and Mari mentally added him to her list of things she wanted to put in her mouth. She crawled to the end of the bed, stretched out on her belly, and palmed a peach from the bowl.

“They got hydroponics on Chiba or what?”

“Unlikely, but an undocumented transport unloaded about fifteen pallets on the cargo level of the lift when we came up. The food is fresh.”

“Undocumented transport such as your plane?”

He smiled and picked up a muffin. “It was our payment for the dock.”

Steep price. Nanos weren’t the only regulated materials, and in the postpesticide era, farm-fresh goodies were worse than rare. Mari couldn’t remember the last time she’d bitten into a piece of real fruit.

This one tasted fine, sparking delicious all over her taste buds. Her stomach burbled, and she realized that with all the shit that’d gone down yesterday, she’d forgotten to eat. Well, looked like there was plenty of food here to make up for it. She polished off the peach, biting deep into the stringy part near the core and sucking the drips of juice off her bottom lip.

Heron watched her intently the whole time, and that had a peculiar effect on her body as well. She wanted him. Again. Right now. Right there on the table. She wanted to lick peach juice off the plane below his navel and smear fresh-churned almond butter all over his nipples. Oh, she had plans, she did.

Trouble was, Heron hadn’t made a move toward her, despite him being naked and all. Couldn’t see his lower half below the table edge, but she suspected that he was too evolved for something as sloppy as morning wood. Even with all that lack of control he’d been talking about last night, there was no way he was randy as she was.

’Cause if he was, they wouldn’t be jawing over breakfast.

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