Page 41 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
I see her glide toward the kitchen, cloaked in a white tunic that might as well be transparent.
I should’ve stopped drinking.
I rise before I know what I’m doing. She turns, startled, her lips parting.
“Ayden, you—”
Her words vanish as I kiss her. Hard.
I press her back against the wall, devouring her lips. She moans softly, encouraging me.
I break the kiss and brace my hands beside her face, staring into her dazed eyes.
“You need to stay away from me,” I whisper.
“Why?” she breathes, voice thick with want.
Her body’s just inches from mine—might as well be naked and pressed against me. Her scent… damn it. I can smell her desire. That’s it. I’m done.
“Go back to bed, sweet girl,” I try, one last time.
“No way,” she murmurs, eyes blazing.
My blood ignites. Normally, I’d fight it. Tonight? I surrender.
I wrap her in my arms and pull her close. Her softness contrasts my rough skin, driving me mad.
I kiss her again, more desperately this time. Her hands roam my neck, chest, hair. She grips my head, deepening our kiss.
She shifts uncomfortably under our height difference, so I lift her by the thigh, setting her against my knee. She rocks gently against it, seeking friction.
When she tenses, trembling and gasping, I realize—she just...
Her wide-eyed look confirms it.
I step back, releasing her.
“Ayden?” she whispers.
What have I done?
I touched Logan’s baby sister. He’s going to kill me.
“Go to bed,” I say gruffly.
She starts to protest, then bolts, eyes full of tears.
I stand there, shaking—ashamed. Ashamed of the drink, of giving in, of hurting her, of pushing her away.
I wait an eternity before collapsing back onto the couch.
Morning. I intercept Logan as he exits his room.
“Logan, we need to talk.”
He grabs tea and joins me outside.
“Sounds serious.”
