The Healer's Hellion - Miranda Bridges Page 0,20
Before I realize what I’m doing, I reach up and cup his cheek, running my thumb across the skin just under his eye.
“Why do they change colors?”
Maybe it’s my imagination, but he leans into my touch, his gaze glittering with something I suspect to be a mixture of concern and desire.
“It happens when we experience intense emotion,” he says quietly. “Dravians are not prone to emotional displays of any sort. It is simply not done.”
“You’re worried about me.”
It’s more of a question than a statement, and I wait for him to deny it, but he surprises me by nodding. I bring my other hand to lay it on his face and pull him close. He lowers his head as if my hold is too powerful for him to resist or break free from. Now we are less than an inch apart, and his warm breath skims my lips.
“Why?” I ask. The need to know burns within my chest, and I feel like I’ll go crazy if he doesn’t give me an answer. “Please tell me why you’re worried about me.”
“I shouldn’t.” He briefly closes his eyes as if gathering his self-control. “It would be inappropriate.”
“I can’t think of anything more fun.” I hope to confirm the attraction that’s between us, no longer wanting to deny it. So I close the space between our mouths, and my lips lightly brush his when I speak. “When is the last time you broke the rules?”
“Now.”
Then he kisses me. Even though I coaxed him to, I’m still shocked that he actually went through with it. The hardened exterior of him seems to melt, and I wrap my arms around his neck to secure him to me. I don’t want him changing his mind or remembering his noble intentions before I’ve had a chance to taste him.
I weave my fingers through his hair, anchoring him to me as I arch my back to get closer. He places his hands on either side of my head, and I swear I have never felt safer. Braxton brings about a sense of security that I crave, and I’m not sure if it’s because he saved me or if there’s something about his calm demeanor that soothes me, but whatever it is, I want it.
And I want it badly.
My desire, long dead and buried, comes roaring to life with a vengeance. There’s a peculiar tingling on every inch of my mouth. It’s mysterious and foreign, yet I find myself needing more. Heat floods my body, shooting straight to my sex, as his tongue dips past my lips. He tastes and teases at first, but as the kiss continues, he shifts to devouring and commanding. I offer myself to him, letting him plunder my mouth with aggressive sweeps of his tongue and intense pressure from his lips. Our mouths are fused, so when his hand cups my breast, my moan is instantly transferred to him.
He flicks my nipple with this thumb, running it over the aching peak until I’m squirming. Needing to feel his body pressed to mine, I slide my hands down his back and grip the material of his flight suit to yank him down. He rests his hard frame against my soft curves with a groan, and I answer with one of my own. At the pulsing of his erection between my thighs, my sex dampens, a clear invitation. So I bend my knees, bringing my legs up to cradle him more closely against my clit. It throbs, and I tilt my hips, wanting more pressure from his hard cock.
Braxton pulls back, his chest heaving, and then he slowly grinds into me, watching me all the while. I gasp as he runs the hard length against my swollen bud and a burst of pleasure spreads through me. I tighten my grip on his clothing, desperate for release. He must see it in my eyes because he doesn’t stop, only increases his pace.
“Braxton, I’m coming.”
My eyes slide closed as my orgasm hits me. It swirls through me like a tornado, gathering with speed and strength. And then, just as quickly as it destroys me with its intensity, it shatters me and sends me flying.
He kisses my throat as whimpers and fevered pleas spill from my lips. It’s as if he’s comforting me, somehow knowing this release means so much to me. It has been so long since I’ve felt pleasure, and it’s never been this intense.
I open my eyes, staring up at the ceiling in a daze as