Page 3 of Bradi

“Is there something I should know?”

Bradi’s gaze rested on her before he sighed, shaking his head.

Doing her best to deal with the turmoil Bradi left her in, Marisa forced a blank expression, donning what she liked to call her work face. “Lieutenant Commander Bradi, my time, as well as yours, is precious, so if you wouldn’t mind…”

He sighed. “Shit, don’t do this, Doc. Don’t clam up and go all ‘stick up the ass’ on me.”

“Stick up the—?” The ringing of her communicator cut her off. She narrowed her gaze on Bradi, daring him to continue with his juvenile behavior as she answered the call. “Dr. Langston here.”

“Hey, sweetheart, are you done yet? I’m going crazy waiting for you,” Peter said in his bedroom voice. “Did you miss me?”

Marisa turned to avoid Bradi’s penetrating gaze and nodded. It took her a moment to realize that Peter couldn’t see her. “Yes, I think I’m done here. My last patient was just leaving.” She heard the door to her exam room open and close. Relief should have flooded her. Lt. Commander Bradi Janelle had left. Oddly enough, no part of her was happy about that. Suddenly, she felt bad for her brashness. “Listen, I’ll see you in a bit. There’s something I need to take care of before I call it a day.”

“Very well,” Peter said. “See you soon.”

“Mmmhmm.” Marisa clicked the communicator off. Tension filled her neck and shoulders as the weight of her behavior toward Bradi rested on her. In truth, he was no worse than the rest of the male crew on board. Being one of only a handful of females on a two-month-deep space journey had left her the target of many deprived males, but none rubbed on her nerves the way Bradi did. No one else made her dream of him, his touch, his cock buried deep within. No. No one else aboard the vessel did what Bradi did to her.

He’s driving me insane.

“What the hell is it about you, Janelle, that gets me all fired up? I have never wanted to punch a man as much as I wanted to kiss him. Why you?” She reached down to grab a file off her desk, shaking her head at the idea that she would give Peter up in an instant to be with a man who only wanted a free fuck.

Two strong hands touched her shoulders, and she froze.

“If I had to guess what it is you can’t resist about me, I would say it’s my charming personality, my devilish good looks, and the fact that I’ve got an eleven-inch dick. Is that marked in my chart? It should be. Wanna verify that?”

Marisa spun around to find Bradi standing there with a wicked grin on his entirely too attractive face. He winked. “Want me to take my pants off again? Oh, better yet, take yours off and I’ll stick you with something special.” He wagged his brows. “Something that will surely give you a boost.”

“Of all the nerve,” she spat as she glared at him. The urge to hit him was great. She gave in to it. The second that her palm connected with his rugged cheek, Marisa hissed, wanting desperately to take the action back. “Oh gods, I’m… Lieutenant Commander…”

A fire burned in Bradi’s blue eyes as he locked gazes with her. Marisa felt as though she were pinned by his predatory look. Every instinct in her screamed how very deadly the man before her could be but she didn’t care. She didn’t fear Bradi. She wanted him in ways she knew she shouldn’t.

His cheek reddened and before Marisa could stop herself, she kissed her fingertips and pressed them to hot skin, seeming to douse a bit of the fire that burned in his eyes. Tapping her ear with her free hand, Marisa pressed one of the activation points for her built-in medical chips. “Scan for damage.”

Bradi stiffened a second before a pain like Marisa had never experienced sliced through her head, instantly rendering her scan of Bradi’s cheek ineffective. Grabbing her head, Marisa cried out.

“Shit, sorry,” Bradi whispered, as though he had anything to do with her embedded chip acting up. The feel of his large arms wrapping around her instantly helped to chase the pain away, leaving only a tiny, dull ache in its place. “You okay?”

She nodded and stared down at her hand. “That’s so strange. It’s never hurt me before. Ever.”

“I didn’t mean to use so much…umm,” he glanced away, “of my good pick-up lines on you.”

What?

Growling, Marisa shoved him hard in the chest. Bradi didn’t budge. The man was an oaf. A certifiable space gigolo who ran through women as if they were on special. Anger welled in her. The fact that he’d heard her confession, that he now knew she wanted him, drove her to the edge of reason. Afraid of becoming violent with Bradi again, Marisa pointed at the door as she glared at him. “Get out now, or so help me gods—”

Instantly, his mouth covered hers.

Stunned, she gasped, giving him the opportunity he needed to ease his tongue in. She lost all rational thought. Licking the inner edges of her mouth, he made her knees shake. Marisa’s brain screamed at her to bite his tongue off, but her body reacted by reaching up to touch him, to pull him closer.

He tasted so good.

So sweet.

So divine.

She couldn’t get enough.

With his height advantage, Marisa had to stand on her tiptoes while he bent down to her, but it was worth it. The feel of his hot mouth pressed to hers and his gifted tongue tracing circles around her own made her nipples harden to pebbled points. Liquid pooled at the apex of her thighs, and it wasn’t until she felt Bradi’s hands moving up and under her shirt that she realized what she was doing—making out with a man who could own her heart if he decided he wanted it.

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