Page 138 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison
I couldn’t let this happen.
I just couldn’t.
He leaned forward and gently slid his bottom lip over mine. His breath massaged my nose and cheek.
I shut my eyes, ecstatic with the sensation. It was almost painful to have something I wanted so close.
The anticipation only heightened the sensation.
“I thought we weren’t going to see each other again?” I said.
“Is that what you want?” he said, not taking his lips from mine.
You don’t know what I want.
Or, maybe, you do.
“No,” I said softly.
“So, tell me what you do want.”
My mouth turned dry and I could hardly breathe.
I want you.
I couldn’t say it. But it was plainly written on my face if he were to open his eyes and look.
I wanted him more than I could express.
Words were too poor a substitute.
They could never plumb the depths required to explain that feeling, that desire, that need.
That obsession.
“I want…” I said.
“Yes?”
“I want…”
Not to get pregnant!
The voice of logic and reason hit me like a bucket of ice water.
My eyes bolted open and I shoved him back.
The door hissed open and he fell out.
He lay on the floor in the hallway.
The prisoners working on where a barricade had been set up the night before looked over at us.
Seeing me standing over Trayem, one blew a wolf whistle.
“Take it easy on him!” he yelled. “He’s just a boy!”
The prisoners joined in, smacking each other on the back and roaring with laughter.
