Page 152 of Seer Prophet

“Howmuchover twenty years?” she said, softer.

He rolled his eyes, clicking at her, and she laughed.

Something in that laugh forced him to laugh, too.

“I answered your question,” he said, mock-scolding her. “Do not get greedy, cousin. You have enough leverage over me already, I assure you.”

“So I guess you’re not going to tell me how old you are, either, then?” she said.

“Absolutely not––” he began.

She leaned down before he could get much further, and they were kissing again.

That time, she parted her lips. She kissed him with her tongue, opening her light, and he let out a soft growl. He wrapped his arm around her neck and upper back as he pulled her down to him. He put light in his tongue, and felt her breath catch.

He pulled on her light, and felt her gasp more.

For a few minutes, he lost himself.

He used his light. He felt her react, and used more of it, tugging on her coaxingly.

Eventually he lost track of the room.

He could feel only her tongue on his, her body pressed against his bare chest and abdomen. He fought to control his light, even then, trying to get to know her lips, the way she explored his mouth with her tongue, the feel of her light in his. Ending their deeper kiss, she raised her head slightly, planting small kisses on the edges of his lips, her breath catching at each one. Losing control over his light at this, he gripped her hair tighter, massaging her upper back with one hand as she began kissing his jaw and then his neck.

He could feel her worry ebb and then grow more intense.

He felt the unfamiliarity of this for her, her unsureness about his race, about the fact that he was a stranger to her mind. He did what he could to hold back, to follow her lead, but felt his cock harden painfully as her light continued to explore his, pulling on him, probably without her realizing it.

When her hands started to follow her light, he forced himself to lie there, to endure it, but within minutes he found he couldn’t look at her, particularly not her face.

Gina, get a grip,he heard her thinking.You can’tsleepwith this guy right now. No matter how hot he is. He just got out of a damned coma. His leg might be broken.

His pain abruptly worsened.

He spoke before he thought about whether that was a good idea, either.

“I want to,” he told her.

He murmured it against her mouth when she leaned over to kiss him again.

“Gods fucking in the skies… I want to.”

He gripped her hair in both hands, pulling her against him as he returned her kiss. He intensified that kiss within seconds, putting more light into his tongue and lips, feeling her react by writhing against his chest. Her hands tightened on his bare skin.

He paused only to murmur against her mouth.

“I’thir li’dare. I want to so badly, Gina… so badly.”

He felt her react to him saying her name.

She liked it when he said her name.

She thought it was sexy, that his need was sexy, that the way he clung to her was sexy, that his lips and tongue felt fucking amazing when he kissed her mouth, and she already wondered how that tongue would feel kissing other parts of her. He felt her wondering how he could have gone so long without a girlfriend, looking the way he did, with that damned voice and chest and face and how good he was with his mouth and hands.

He felt her wondering if he’d been telling the whole truth when he said Mika didn’t want him. He felt her liking him speaking Prexci to her, even if she couldn’t understand it.

Yet,he told himself quietly.She wouldn’t understand Prexci yet. I would remedy that.

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