her head
between the two sets of broad shoulders. “The adrenaline rush is incredible.
It’s almost as good as sex. Ooo, I wonder what it would be like to bungee jump while having sex. Probably not as good as it sounds. Where would your focus be?
You’re approaching orgasm and then you’re in the free fall and bouncing all
around, jamming and prodding each other, probably rather indelicately. And with
my luck, I’d end up puking. Yes, not good at all.”
Dhavin’s frown deepened with her rapid speech. “What is this
word, puking?”
“Ah, it’s to batkja .When gravity loses and
the contents of your stomach come out your mouth.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I have so much to learn about
this world. Intercourse on television, falling from the sky on purpose, this
puking. I thought a year spent in a pod learning nothing but languages and
politics would be enough.”
“Do not worry, friend.” She stroked his arm. “I’ll show you
the way.”
Lucian emitted a sound that reminded her of a metal utensil
caught in the gears of an industrial garbage disposal. He caught himself and
threw her another glance. “Princess, please, sit back and put on your
seatbelt.”
“Why? I trust your skill behind the wheel.”
“It’s not my skill you need to worry about. Now
please, sit back and put on your restraint. It’s for your own good.”
“I don’t want to.” It wasn’t childish petulance that kept
her from wearing the belt, but the vast distance between her seat and the
occupants in the front. Even at only a few feet, the loss of their energy left
her cold, as if she turned a furnace down to low.
He pulled over to the shoulder with a quick turn of the
wheel. “I will not move us another inch until you put on your seatbelt.”
Oh, now there it was. Trying to gain some of his control
back, assert his authority was he?
She folded her arms. “Then I guess we’ll be here awhile.”
Dark-green gaze clashed with lavender in the rearview mirror
and the air thickened. With each harsh breath the windows grew cloudy until the
entire view became obscured.
In her peripheral vision she saw Dhavin look back and forth
between them then heave a sigh. “Since we won’t be leaving anytime soon, I’ll
be searching for a shrub.” He opened his door and disappeared from view.
A trickle of sweat beaded along her hairline and slid down
the side of her face as the interior of the car grew more humid, yet she didn’t
do more than blink when it became absolutely necessary. Lucian’s nostrils
flared in tiny pulses and a muscle along his jaw twitched.
Her thighs bunched with the urge to shift in her seat as
heat pulsed in her groin. Damn the man was sexy when he was being a hardass.
His nostrils flared again as if he could scent her arousal. With a mental
smile, she allowed a tendril of lust free to sweep along his emotional barrier,
and wanted to giggle in delight when his left eye began to twitch.
That’s right, Lucian, make me. What else would you like
to make me do?
With myriad lascivious thoughts running through her mind,
she swept the tip of her tongue along her lips and almost whimpered when his
gaze followed the motion. His hands tightened on the steering wheel and his
arms trembled, yet he didn’t make a move.
Who knew that such a show of strength would hit her like a
powerful aphrodisiac? Sure, she might have a streak of masochistic tendencies,
but if she continued on like this, she might require therapy.
Dhavin returned several minutes later. “Ah, still at it.
Look, Amaryllis, lebshone ,please clip on your belt. I’m getting
hungry and I want you to introduce me to the wonder that is chocolate. I
promise we won’t discuss anything exciting during the rest of the journey.”
She glanced at the comforting hand he placed on her knee
then back up at his brown eyes that implored her to play nice. “Fine.”
Lucian swiped a hand over his face while muttering a few
obscenities in several languages then
between the two sets of broad shoulders. “The adrenaline rush is incredible.
It’s almost as good as sex. Ooo, I wonder what it would be like to bungee jump while having sex. Probably not as good as it sounds. Where would your focus be?
You’re approaching orgasm and then you’re in the free fall and bouncing all
around, jamming and prodding each other, probably rather indelicately. And with
my luck, I’d end up puking. Yes, not good at all.”
Dhavin’s frown deepened with her rapid speech. “What is this
word, puking?”
“Ah, it’s to batkja .When gravity loses and
the contents of your stomach come out your mouth.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I have so much to learn about
this world. Intercourse on television, falling from the sky on purpose, this
puking. I thought a year spent in a pod learning nothing but languages and
politics would be enough.”
“Do not worry, friend.” She stroked his arm. “I’ll show you
the way.”
Lucian emitted a sound that reminded her of a metal utensil
caught in the gears of an industrial garbage disposal. He caught himself and
threw her another glance. “Princess, please, sit back and put on your
seatbelt.”
“Why? I trust your skill behind the wheel.”
“It’s not my skill you need to worry about. Now
please, sit back and put on your restraint. It’s for your own good.”
“I don’t want to.” It wasn’t childish petulance that kept
her from wearing the belt, but the vast distance between her seat and the
occupants in the front. Even at only a few feet, the loss of their energy left
her cold, as if she turned a furnace down to low.
He pulled over to the shoulder with a quick turn of the
wheel. “I will not move us another inch until you put on your seatbelt.”
Oh, now there it was. Trying to gain some of his control
back, assert his authority was he?
She folded her arms. “Then I guess we’ll be here awhile.”
Dark-green gaze clashed with lavender in the rearview mirror
and the air thickened. With each harsh breath the windows grew cloudy until the
entire view became obscured.
In her peripheral vision she saw Dhavin look back and forth
between them then heave a sigh. “Since we won’t be leaving anytime soon, I’ll
be searching for a shrub.” He opened his door and disappeared from view.
A trickle of sweat beaded along her hairline and slid down
the side of her face as the interior of the car grew more humid, yet she didn’t
do more than blink when it became absolutely necessary. Lucian’s nostrils
flared in tiny pulses and a muscle along his jaw twitched.
Her thighs bunched with the urge to shift in her seat as
heat pulsed in her groin. Damn the man was sexy when he was being a hardass.
His nostrils flared again as if he could scent her arousal. With a mental
smile, she allowed a tendril of lust free to sweep along his emotional barrier,
and wanted to giggle in delight when his left eye began to twitch.
That’s right, Lucian, make me. What else would you like
to make me do?
With myriad lascivious thoughts running through her mind,
she swept the tip of her tongue along her lips and almost whimpered when his
gaze followed the motion. His hands tightened on the steering wheel and his
arms trembled, yet he didn’t make a move.
Who knew that such a show of strength would hit her like a
powerful aphrodisiac? Sure, she might have a streak of masochistic tendencies,
but if she continued on like this, she might require therapy.
Dhavin returned several minutes later. “Ah, still at it.
Look, Amaryllis, lebshone ,please clip on your belt. I’m getting
hungry and I want you to introduce me to the wonder that is chocolate. I
promise we won’t discuss anything exciting during the rest of the journey.”
She glanced at the comforting hand he placed on her knee
then back up at his brown eyes that implored her to play nice. “Fine.”
Lucian swiped a hand over his face while muttering a few
obscenities in several languages then
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