Page 65 of Shadow Weaver
Liquid heat pooled at my core, and my breathing sped up. “That would work.”
Our lips were suddenly inches apart, our breath kissing. Damn the armor. I wanted to feel his chest beneath my fingers, to feel his heartbeat. Was it galloping like mine?
“Indigo, breathe.” His voice vibrated through me, and then his lips brushed mine. Soft, tentative, teasing.
My heart was beating so fast it was almost painful. I wanted to deepen the kiss. To ravage him, but I held back, reveling in the sweet torment as he grazed my bottom lip with his teeth, hard enough to send tingles shooting to the apex of my thighs but not hard enough to hurt. He angled my chin with his hand and deepened the kiss, sweeping the inside of my mouth with his tongue, tasting me at his leisure. My knees buckled as he left my mouth to suck and kiss his way across my jaw, down my neck. Then he laved his tongue upward and took my earlobe into his hot mouth. My knees buckled, and his arm was around my waist, holding me up.
His mouth. Oh, God, that mouth. And his tongue. I’d been kissed before but not like this. He kissed my neck, my throat, the spot behind my ear, trailing his tongue along my jaw until I was whimpering and begging for him to claim my mouth again.
“Please, Brady.”
His lips hovered over mine, our breathing ragged and fast, and then he kissed me, crushing me to him as we devoured each other with open-mouthed kisses that just wouldn’t be enough.
Every inch of me was on fire, and the fucking armor was in the way because I needed to feel him, rub against him, lick him, suck on him. Shit.
I climbed him like he was a tree, wrapping my legs around him to get closer.
He tore his mouth from mine, dark eyes a miasma of stars as they bore into mine.
Too much sensation, too much connection.
I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek to his. “Well, that’s an impressive beginning.”
His chest rumbled with laughter, and my heart swelled in my chest with that feeling that accompanied three little words.
Three words that could change everything.
Three words that once uttered had the power to hurt us both.
I swallowed them as he lowered me carefully to the ground.
He held up the cards the other cadet had left with him. “You want to play?”
“I’d rather pass the time kissing.”
“Don’t tempt me.” He was deadly serious.
But kissing him was too much. It was everything and not enough. If I started again, then I wouldn’t be able to control myself or what I might say.
“Cards it is.”
* * *
“You’re cheating.”I gathered the cards up and shuffled. “You have some ogre mojo you haven’t filled me in on.”
“There’s plenty I haven’t filled you in on,” Brady said. He leaned against the rock and watched as I dealt the cards.
“Okay, now I’m uber curious.”
“I’ll share. But only with my mate.”
My pulse skipped. I gnawed on my bottom lip. “Why me?”
He seemed to consider the question for several seconds. “I wondered the same thing at first.”
“Wow, thanks.”
He laughed softly, then sobered. “It was curiosity at first. Then the need to protect. It was a combination of things. Chemistry. Pheromones. Attraction, but those things I could have fought. The problem arose when I began to like you as a person, and after that, there was no stopping the spiral.” He picked up his cards and held them up to the light dangling from the post. “You might as well quit. You’re going to lose again.”
