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War Correspondent Dax Rigby fights to save intelligent aliens and a dying human outpost on Arcadia while WWIII rages back on Earth.
Her lips trembled. She moved still closer and put her arms around him. "What I will tell you is that we're both probably dying right now. Dax, we were soaked in that virus yesterday. And here you want to waste time and analyze me rather than grab what little pleasure we have left."
Before he could answer, she pulled his head forward and kissed him.
She had the softest lips he'd ever felt. They engulfed his own, lured him in. Against his will, his arms rose and embraced her. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and parried with his own.
Fire surged in his groin. Her hands, which had held his back, slipped down and cupped his buttocks. She drew him closer, ground her hips against him.
He broke contact, stepped back.
"My reluctant hero." She was panting and lowered her eyes. "Your flesh betrays you."
He turned away. "C'mon, let's move on."