him.
There was something else when he read her. Pain. Fear. She was scared of his kind, had been hurt by them. He tried to read what happened, but the memory had been locked up tight. Whatever it was, it was bad. For that reason, he’d taken the first step and linked himself with her mentally, just enough to ease her fears and allow them to talk.
Braden had been drawn to talk to Kira that first night. Before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth and said the first lame thing he could think of. “Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to East Second Street?”
It wasn’t his best line, not that he really had any, but it worked. When their eyes met, everything around him stopped. Even Kira had felt it. In fact, she’d been so distracted that she’d dropped her briefcase in a puddle.
Once their minds were joined, he entered her dreams, letting her get to know him on a subconscious level so she’d be comfortable with him. Entering the human mind was a simple trick once the connection was made. His friend Dominik had used it with Clare, though to a lesser extent. Dominik, being lycan, would use emotion more than thoughts to ease Clare’s fears. Undoubtedly the women would consider it an unfair advantage. And they would be right. As immortals they trusted their innate senses to guide them. But with humans, it could sometimes take years for them to see what was right in front of them. Neither Dominik nor Braden wanted to wait years, not after centuries of being alone.
Braden moved toward the dresser and smiled when he slid the top drawer open, revealing a mound of silky thongs. A man could get used to a woman who loved lingerie—especially if she looked as good as Kira did. Great sex was definitely going to be a perk of marriage. The woman oozed sexual confidence. She liked people to think she was more promiscuous than she really was. She even had her friend Clare convinced of it, though to a lesser extent. It was a way for her to protect herself, to keep men from getting too close. It was the same reason she worked eighty-hour weeks. If she wasn’t accessible, then she didn’t run the risk of having to get to know new people. That was one thought she left open in her mind. And it was one he hoped to ease her of soon.
He lifted a sleek navy teddy out of the dresser and let the silk of it glide through his fingertips. He could easily visualize her luscious ass showcased by the tiny scrap of material. The need to rub his stiff cock between her soft cheeks was great, and he vowed that he would before the trip was over. When he’d walked her home that night, after she’d purchased her tickets from the travel agency, he could think of little else besides how it would feel to take her from behind, to hear her cries of passion as he rode her body and to know that his seed pumped into her womb. The connection between them had been strong, so intense that it had taken all his willpower to not act on it.
Braden ran his tongue over his bottom lip, imagining his face planted firmly between her thighs. He wanted to taste her, touch her, love her the way that it was meant to be. He knew he should leave her room and wait until after the ship orientation and safety drill to introduce himself to her. Orientation felt as though it was months away instead of only an hour or so. And the safety drill? It would be torture being forced to stand in Muster Station V listening to a troll tell him how to wear a life vest and to use the raft that would keep him out of the sunlight. He was a vampire. Of course he was going to get into the covered raft. Not to mention half the ship didn’t speak troll so they’d have to wait for the intercom translation.
It was decided. He couldn’t wait that long to hold her, to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his hard cock while she called out his name. The thought of releasing his seed deep within her as her body clutched his cock damn near drove him to the brink of an orgasm, and losing control of