Page 69 of Victoria's Discovery

She was trying to listen through the door for the sound of footsteps or talking and shrugged distractedly. “I don’t know. A closet?”

“What kind of halfwit makes a closet so crikking small? I can’t breathe in here.” The words came out as a low growl as he shifted restlessly.

Straightening from where she’d had her ear pressed to the door, she frowned at where she thought his face was. “Wait, are you claustrophobic? ‘Irrational fear of small spaces.’”

She could almost feel the offended glare he was likely aiming her way. “It is not an irrational fear.”

Oh yeah, definitely glaring.

Wanting to help take his mind off of it, Victoria reached back and stroked a hand over his thigh. It seemed to do the trick because his restless shifting immediately stopped.

“Vee.” His voice came out oddly strangled.

“Shh, I’m trying to listen. Just take deep breaths and pretend you’re in an open field.”

He groaned and pushed his thigh harder against her hand, muttering something under his breath.

“There, see? You’re doing great.”

Chapter 35

Vi’kail was torn between shock and instant, overpowering need. The clueless, inordinately tempting little female very obviously had no idea she was stroking his cock through his pants.

If he was a better man—or had even a tick of restraint when it came to her—he’d stop her, remove her hand, tell her exactly what she was stroking so teasingly.

He did none of those things.

Another brush of her little hand was followed by a pause, one that had his pulse spiking. Had she figured it out?

Damning himself for a devil, but unable to help himself, he stepped closer under the pretense of pressing his ear to the door until his front was flush to her back and his hardness was cupped in her palm. She went still. Could she hear his too-deep breaths in the dark? Feel them ghosting over the curls he regularly found himself staring at longingly?

Sliding her hand out from between their bodies, she ever so subtly arched her ass into him. That hesitant, questioning move sent his eyes rolling back and his heart to hammering.

Something about the dark enclosing them, the suspense, the anticipation of her realizing what her luscious ass was pressed against was more electrifying than para jumping out of a cruiser onto an active battlefield.

His hips countered her movement, twitching forward, pressing his painfully hard cock against her. Vee made a soft, uncertain sound under her breath and wiggled against him. Vi’kail tried to choke back his groan with minimal success.

Crik, but she’s going to be the death of me.

“Vi’kail?” she whispered.

Was she breathing faster? Did her voice sound husky?

“Yes?”

“Is that… are you?” He could almost hear her swallow in the dark and had to force back a growl.

Bending until her curls tickled his nose, he pulled in a deep breath of her mouthwatering scent then released it in a rush. Crik, but her hair was the stuff of dreams. So soft. So intoxicatingly bright.

“Am I what, little flower?” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. He meant it to come out calm, but even he could hear the hungry growl in his voice.

Instead of asking her question, she shifted again, paused, arched her ass into him harder, then paused again all while Vi’kail tried desperately to keep his hands from tearing off her clothes or his cock from erupting in his crikking pants.

He didn’t entirely succeed.

Almost like it had a mind of its own, his left hand lifted off the door, slid over her curls, down her back, and under her arm, grazing the side of her breast as he moved to re-brace himself.

Her quiet, shuddering gasp almost snapped his frayed restraint.

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