Whispers in the Dawn by Aurora Rose Lynn Page B

her as a mother figure, especially when their own mothers became crazed from the distressing conditions of the station and turned to drugs, or committed suicide.
    Violette wouldn’t let Odessa experience the harshness of station life any more than she had to. Violette’s goal was that each woman who had been stranded by a love who’d lost interest would be returned to her home planet. The means to achieve her goal was Dakoda Harley, the Murrach’s man.

Chapter Eleven
     
     
     
    Odessa’s dream was remarkable. She had never had one quite like this before. Harley was kissing her again, except this time their lives weren’t in danger on the concourse. He lay beside her on a divan with overstuffed pillows. He twirled her hair around his large index finger and gazed into her eyes, lovestruck and passionate. Irresistibly, she was drawn to his rugged and angular face, to the strength in his jaw and to the corded muscles in his neck. He touched her in a way no other man had. She wanted him to slip her clothes off, to make love, to churn her blood to fever pitch.
    “Kiss me,” she murmured, looking into his liquid, brown eyes.
    He leant forward with a mischievous expression. “Where do you want me to kiss you?”
    “I don’t know,” she breathed, suddenly unsure where she wanted his gorgeous mouth. Her skin was ultra-sensitive, especially her breasts and that golden, yearning place between her thighs.
    “You don’t know?” he teased, tracing a lazy path down her cheek with the tip of his finger. “Maybe you don’t want me to kiss you at all.”
    “No,” she moaned a tortured, muffled sound. “I want you to, or else I’ll feel unfulfilled.”
    “So? Where do you want me to kiss you?”
    “Every tender place a woman can have a man,” she replied unabashedly.
    “Maybe I should kiss you all over.”
    That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, if only he could kiss her on each receptive spot on her skin at the same time. His voice, deliberately hoarse, made her tingle all over. Why did she need him to take the initiative? She grabbed the moment and wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her face to his. His eyes glowed and a small smile played across his lips. His anticipation fuelled her actions, made the kiss long and tempting and more than she had ever dreamed possible. Each of his fevered movements kindled her desire.
    Their tongues duelled, a primeval dance of hearts willing and bodies entwined. The heat at her core flamed. She wanted more of him, his rod filling her sheath, his warm lips caressing her throat. Even as she made her silent wish, he began to fade away, a mysterious figure blending into the shadows of love lost.
    “You make me crazy for you,” she said, gently breaking the kiss.
    He chuckled. “I could say the same of you.” Then, parting the elastic of her panties from her thigh, he tenderly eased his thick cock into her welcoming channel. She threw her head back in ecstasy and he bent and, one by one, sucked on her distended nipples. He thrust into her again and again, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. She wanted more of him, and raked his shoulders with her fingernails.
    The only sound he made was a heavy grunt. She cried out as a climax tore through her. He arched his back and screamed into the air but she didn’t catch the name he spoke with such fervour. Odessa struggled to awaken from her vivid dream. She couldn’t allow Harley to vanish. In her mystical dream, he had given her more than a self-centred Roland had in three months. Slowly, as if she was covered in warm sand, she surfaced, prying her eyelids open with her fingers. She examined the room, which had a holographic painting of an unrecognisable, but wonderful, emerald green landscape with an orange-red sky. The eerie scene oddly reminded her of Earth. Homesickness drew its pulsing beat around her. When would she see the Cascade Mountains again, or the apple orchards of the Wenatchee Valley?
    She brought her hand to