However, it was her face and eyes, when she gazed up at him, that had him in the feels.
He also appreciated her sanity in the face of his dark moods.
She was always sensible and calm, steadying him in the ocean of his unrestrained emotions.
She compelled him to strive to be a better man, reconsider his revenge against her family, and approach life with greater optimism.
She was reeling him in, and he welcomed the lure, ready for more with her.
If she’d have him.
Chapter 26
MAK
Mak and Saba stepped out of a flyer and onto the expansive rear deck ofThe Sombra.
Overhead, fixtures shimmered against the metal plating, casting long shadows across the flight ramp.
A sleek skiff awaited them, its obsidian hull polished to a mirror finish, cockpit lights glowing as its engines thrummed in preparation.
The dreadnought’s crew functioned with quiet efficiency, loading their baggage and completing checks.
Mak reached for Saba’s hand as they moved through the platform, ducking beneath an angled gangway plank.
The craft’s portal lifted open with a soft hiss.
He gestured her forward with a silent nod, his stance protective.
Saba climbed into the skiff’s cabin, the interior luxurious with graphite leather and brushed alloy accents.
Mak followed, his tall frame folding into the co-pilot seat beside her just as the hatch sealed behind them with a magnetic click.
She settled into the plush, upholstered seats, which were cool to the touch.
Mak stepped in after her and sat by her side, his long legs stretched out.
He leaned right in to speak to her. ‘Strap in.’
His bass rumble made her soul throb with pleasure.
As she did as commanded, she flicked her eyes over him.
He had dressed in smoke-gray slacks and a pale silver shirt.
This only enhanced his dusky skin, wavy dark hair, and bulging muscles, leaving no room for imagination about how powerfully built he was.
He had added a sleek gold comm device to his wrist.
She glimpsed a glint of a thin chain on his neck, sporting a sartorial yet laid-back style that she admired.
A flash of desire threaded through her, and she clenched her thighs, fighting off the painful throbs of need.
Mak was too sultry for words.
Saba wore an elegant pale pink pantsuit paired with white sneakers.
She would soon be changing at their end destination, but he appreciated her current styling just as well.
