Page 60 of Cosmic Captain

“I want you. That’s all,” Don said.

I laughed, turning around and hooking my arms around his neck. “I know.”

“I care about you.”

Heat bloomed in my stomach. “I care about you.”

Feeling brave, I arched up and pressed my lips to his. He was so warm and his lips were silky against mine. I groaned. The fearand memories were still there, but I pushed them away. I wanted this. I wanted him. Not some random person. I wanted Don, right here in this moment.

Don kept the pressure soft as he returned my kiss. A moan ripped out of me, and I gripped him, trying to get closer. He growled, and suddenly, the dynamic changed. Don was kissing me like he never wanted to stop. I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him close, movements frantic. I fisted his hair, and he whimpered. My tongue darted out and claimed his mouth.

His scaled tongue slid over mine, and I moaned, imagining it on my cock. The warm heat of his mouth would be amazing. Don grabbed my ass and lifted me so he didn’t have to bend over to accommodate my much shorter height.

Ice shattered the heat of lust and arousal. I pushed away, and Don released me, letting me slide to the ground. I took several steps away from him, panting. His breath wasn’t any better than mine and his tail was thrashing.

“My Vince, are you alright?”

I held up a hand to keep him away as I breathed, pushing through the memories of other people's hands on me. My pulse rang in my ears and my muscles were tight. I was trying to remain in one spot, rather than flee or curl into a ball.

I’d been enjoying the kiss until he grabbed me. Hell, I’d more than enjoyed it. My cock had been rock hard and desperate for him.

“Should I leave?” he asked, voice small.

“No.” I held out a hand; this time, in silent demand.

Don immediately took it. I pulled him close and pressed my face against his firm chest. I placed his hand on my cheek.

“Me or my gift?”

“You.”

I breathed in his light scent and pressed a kiss to his palm. Don nuzzled my head as he took a deep inhale. I stayed like that for a few minutes until I was tired, too tired to keep my eyes open.

Taking his hand in mine, I pulled him toward my bedroom. “Come on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Stop asking me. I wouldn’t invite you unless I was.” In my room, I kicked my shoes off and flopped onto the bed. Don was a lot slower. He was trying not to scare me. I was fine. Honestly. The sudden movement of him grabbing me had startled me, but I’d worked through it.

Don lay on the edge of the bed on his back, tense.

“You don’t have to nap with me,” I snapped. “If you have somewhere better to be, by all means…” I flicked my hand at the door.

His forehead crinkled. “I want to be here.”

I looked at his tense frame. “You could’ve fooled me.”

“I don’t want to scare you again.”

I scoffed and slid across the bed. Yeah, I was a tad nervous and my body screamed at me to run away, but this was Don. My Don. He wouldn’t hurt me. I pushed his arm down flat on the bed before resting against him. His arm came around my waist, hand cupping my hip. He snuggled me close and his tail coiled around my calf.

“Are your wings uncomfortable?” I asked.

“Slightly.”

I leaned up. “Let them out.”

He sat up enough to let his wings unfold beneath us before lying back down and pulling me against his side. His wings were leathery and warm; I liked the supple texture and the utter heat that enclosed me. Any cold that plagued me was banished in his embrace.

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