I wrapped my hand around the back of his helmet and pulled him closer, fusing our mouths. When my tongue slipped past his lips, Torran made another low sound of pleasure, and my stomach clenched.

I wanted to hear that sound again.

One kiss became two, then three, then more, blending together until time and place lost all meaning. A light, fluttering touch ran down my back under my armor, and I gasped into Torran’s mouth. “Was that you?” I whispered.

He nodded, breathing hard, his mouth flat, and I wished I could see his expression. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked. You drive me—”

“Do it again,” I demanded.

This time, the phantom touch was firmer, and I bit back a moan as it ghosted over my breasts and between my legs. I trembled and my knees turned to jelly. If not for Torran’s weight pinning me to the wall, I would’ve melted to the floor.

“How?” I whispered in awe.

A tiny smile pulled at the edges of his lips. “Very precise control. It’s far more difficult with you in armor.”

“Are you going to suggest that I take it off?” I asked with a smile of my own.

“Only if you want to.” His lips touched mine as his power stroked down my body again, and pleasure surged through me. Was there anything I wouldn’t do if he asked like this?

The sound of a door slamming closed sent me crashing back to reality. We were in a parking garage, about to be discovered by a security guard. Now was not the time for making out. I pulled back and sucked in a deep breath, then held it, trying to calm my racing pulse—and quell the heat flooding my body.

A moment later, the cool feel of Torran’s power slipped away, leaving me feeling shaky and exposed, even though my own shields were still in place. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

“The guard is gone.”

How much time had I lost in the pleasurable haze of desire? Most of the guard’s visit, that much was certain. And had Torran kissed me just to distract me? Lingering pleasure turned to outrage, with a heaping side of embarrassment.

“I didn’t kiss you to distract you,” Torran said calmly, then corrected himself. “I didn’t kiss you only to distract you. And if you think I did, then you haven’t been paying attention.”

My eyes narrowed. “You said you wouldn’t read my thoughts.”

“I also told you to mentally shout to get my attention and that thought was incredibly loud. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for days, but I wasn’t sure my attention would be welcome. If we hadn’t had an audience on the ship, I would’ve asked to kiss you after we sparred.”