Burning Love [Flights of Fancy 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

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Author: Melodee Aaron
Tags: Romance
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Marine, and Star was sorry for that. She missed the way his black hair and gray eyes played off each other.
    For some reason, 'delicious' was the adjective running through her mind.
    He smiled, and his eyes twinkled like glittering jewels. "I couldn't let my favorite diplomat go down there without someone to keep an eye on her." Spence pulled a formidable rifle from its holster on his back, and it was far from delicious. He checked a few things on the gun as she watched.
    "Well, thanks anyway."
    "You're welcome." He stared at her just long enough to make Star feel a little uncomfortable before he turned to his small detail of Marines. "Come on, you apes! Do you want to live forever?"
    "Oohrah!" The soldiers ran up the ramp and into the waiting landing craft where the rest of the team had already taken their seats.
    She and Spence followed them into the small ship.
     
    * * * *
     
    He caught himself fidgeting with his armor as the landing craft dropped away from Daedalus in a gentle arc that would take it into the planet's atmosphere. He toyed with the straps and, despite the environmental controls in the suit, he could feel sweat running down his body and soaking his armpits. Star sat directly across from him, and, without forcing himself to look elsewhere, she was all he could see. Not that the view was bad at all.
    Ever since he'd met her just six months ago, he'd secretly laughed about her name. In his mind, a name like 'Star' invoked an image of a small girl, not much more than a child, petite and pretty. Instead, Star stood only a little shorter than his own 188 centimeters, and the rest of her body had the perfect proportions. Well, except maybe her boobs. Large, firm, and high, he sometimes wondered what her breasts would look like in zero-G. Nude.
    She made a move he'd grown accustomed to, even if it did still grab every fiber of his attention and made his mouth want to drop open like a trapdoor. Her hand came up to flip her long red hair over her shoulder. That one simple motion, that casual thing she did so often and probably never thought about or even knew she did, blocked out everything else in his mind, from the mission, to the strange planet and people below, to the screaming whine of thin atmosphere against the hull of the landing craft.
    She turned back from looking at the cockpit and caught him staring. Spence checked to make sure his mouth wasn't hanging open.
    Star smiled at him. "What's wrong?"
    Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the green irises throwing fire around the compartment like some kind of wildly beautiful laser light show. Making another quick check, Spence thought his mouth might have enough moisture to talk without squeaking. "My armor was just a little tight."
    She laughed softly. "Can't have that."
    The window beside her lit up with the fiery glow of plasma as the landing craft started its meteoritic entry into the heavier atmosphere, the colors changing as different elements in the ablative heat shield flashed to ultrahigh temperatures. She turned to watch the tongues of flame licking just a few centimeters away, presenting her profile for him to admire.
    Her small nose, turned up slightly at the end, sat in the perfect position below the amazing eyes, and just below that, her full lips curled into a gentle smile.
    Spence shivered, shaking himself out of his daydreams. This wasn't the first time he'd had daydreams about Star. Far from it. He'd found himself dreaming about her a lot the last six months, both during the day and at night. For some reason, the thought troubled him a little.
    He wasn't sure just how old she was. Thanks to modern medicines, transplants, and prosthetics, the average person today could expect to live about 500 years, looking young until around 300, and only middle aged until well past 400. Spence himself was nearly 150, and yet he looked about the same as he did at thirty. Based on the visual evidence, Star could be anyplace between twenty-five and fifteen times

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