Return by Jordan Summers Read Free Book Online

to catch most of his weight with his hands. They lay tangled in the measuring tape, chest to breast, sex to sex. The urge to kiss him rode her hard. Brigit’s body softened as she felt his shaft grow and thicken against her belly. She gasped in surprise. He’d inadvertently answered the question she’d pondered earlier about the piercings without even opening his mouth.
    How big was that thing? She toyed with the plastic tape in her hand, debating whether to measure it and find out.
    Her gaze flicked to his lusciously cruel lips. Brigit had no doubt he could torture a woman for hours with those lethal weapons. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her suddenly dry mouth. Orion’s nostrils flared. Instead of swooping in and taking what they both were curious to experience, he slowly lowered his head, giving her time to pull away. As if! Brigit thought she’d explode by the time his lips finally pressed against hers. Soft, yet firm, he waited for her to relax. The second she did, he started kissing her, not with just his mouth, but with his whole body—and soul.
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    Orion hadn’t planned to touch her, but the second his body made contact with her lush curves his willpower snapped, abandoning him to his baser instincts. Her tongue darted out tentatively meeting his. She tasted pure, sweet and addictive. Her fingers slipped into his hair, threading through the length, caressing his scalp until he thought he’d burst. Having his senses overloaded was a completely foreign concept. He knew women well. Or at least he thought he had until encountering this one. How had he lived all these years without Brigit’s touch?
    Her mons gently cradled his ringed cock as if it were made for his body, and his body alone. He rocked his hips, grinding his shaft over her clit, drawing a whimper from her delicate throat. The sound caused excitement to rise inside of him. And still he kept kissing her, feeding from her mouth, ravenous for more. He demanded she be as needy as he was. Heat spread from their lips through his chest, scoring his skin like unsheathed talons, searing his flesh until he was convinced flame had somehow fused them into one.
    Goddess help him, he wanted this woman. No, want wasn’t strong enough to describe his desire. He craved her.
    Without thought, Orion moved his hand to cover her small breast. His palm dwarfed the quivering mound as he kneaded her flesh. Her kernelled nipple poked through the material of her clothing into his hand, reaching eagerly for his touch. Orion groaned, deepening the kiss, devouring her lips. Hunger fed his movements as he released her breast and sought the corners of the material covering the front of her body from his greedy eyes.
    He gathered the clothing into his fists, ready to rip it from her. The words that would bind them played at the corners of his mind.
    Brigit pulled back from the embrace and gasped, scattering his befuddled thoughts to the four winds. Her small hands rose, stilling his actions. “We can’t do this,” she said through kiss-swollen lips. “Not right now.” Her body trembled beneath him. “The contest starts in a few minutes.”
    Quarg! Pained, Orion nodded in agreement, since he didn’t feel capable of speech. He forced himself to release her, his hand instantly feeling the loss of her womanly warmth. He’d given her his word he would assist her. And assist her, he would.
    “We’d better hurry or we won’t make it in time.”
    Resigned, Orion rose from the bed. His cock protested as he adjusted it to a more comfortable position in his flight suit. Nothing helped. His body quaked from pent-up desire—an emotion he had no right feeling with this particular woman. He chastised himself. That had been close, too close. If Brigit hadn’t come to her senses when she had, he would’ve taken her without a second thought.
    A wave of unease swept through him at how close he’d come to binding himself to a…to a…human. He needed to share the information