He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “Better?”

“Yes.” I sighed. It wasn’t from the kiss but from the strong feel of his arms around me. “But I’m still shaking.”

I let him go and managed to strip and step into the suit with bare feet. Built-in boots enveloped my feet, adjusting to fit perfectly. I pulled the suit up over my hips, got my arms in the correct holes and stopped cold at the sight of Cormac in his suit.

He was huge, I knew, but the suit hugged every curve, every muscle like a second skin. When he flexed, when he moved at all, I had to stop myself from staring. When I didn’t move for several seconds, he turned his attention to me.

“That is the smallest suit we have. It was designed for Harper. Does it fit?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how to zip it up.”

“Zip it up?” He moved to stand in front of me, and I placed my palms flat on his chest. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“You know? Close it?”

“Indeed.” He stepped toward me and slid his hand inside the suit, cupping my breast. I bit back a groan as he ran a rough thumb over my stiff nipple. “A shame to cover such beauty.”

“Kiss me again.”

He did, this time with a bit more urgency. When he stepped back, I swayed. He grinned and removed his hand from my body. I missed him at once.

“We should move. I don’t believe anyone would have been able to track the pod, but I won’t take chances with your life.” He magically closed the front of my suit, the entire thing adjusting to my body like a living thing, hugging me everywhere. Cormac stepped back and admired the view for several seconds. I took the opportunity to do the same. “You are beautiful, mate.”

“So are you.”

Suddenly serious, he lifted one of the toy-sized pistols and held it out to me in one hand. The other held one of the black knives. “Have you ever fired a weapon?”

“Yes. I was practically raised by my father’s security team. I can hit the bullseye almost every time from a hundred yards.”

“I do not understand this distance.”

I thought about a way to explain it to him. “If you ran as fast as you could for a count of ten and stopped, I’d be able to hit you between the eyes.” I knew that was Olympic athlete speed for a hundred-meter sprint, but I’d seen Cormac run. He was fast.

“Close combat?”

“I’m even better.”