There was a small pause and then his mental voice came again, lower now and threaded with unmistakable heat.
“I want to make you feel better.”
Kiera bit her lip and shifted in her seat. She knew that tone of voice…and the feelings that came with it were deliciously familiar.
“Hmm…I think I’d like that,” she sent back.
Across from her, Iyanna was saying something—probably asking if she was all right again—but Kiera was suddenly very distracted because Brux wasn’t finished.
A vivid image flashed through her mind: Brux in their bed in the home-dome, all dark hair and blue eyes and broad shoulders, waiting for her with that hungry, adoring look he got whenever he saw her coming toward him without her clothes on. His big hands reaching for her…the feel of being gathered into his lap…the warmth of his mouth at her throat. Then the two of them tangled together under the coverlet with the living mattress shifting softly beneath them, cradling them as they made slow, sweet love.
Kiera felt a flush of heat go through her.
“Brux, I’m still with Iyanna!” she thought at him, scandalized and thrilled all at once.
The answering amusement and lust through their Bond was immediate.
“You are sad. I just want to help you forget the past, baby.”
Kiera’s cheeks went hot. She could feel Iyanna watching her now with rapidly growing suspicion.
And if she was honest—if she was really, truly honest—forgetting the past with her mate sounded like a wonderful idea.
“I want that too,” she admitted. “I like your way of forgetting.”
The warm pulse of lust and desire that came back through the Bond made her shiver all over.
“You haven’t heard a thing I’ve said in the past three minutes,” Iyanna said, laughing suddenly.
“What? Yes, I have!” Kiera protested.
“No you haven’t. Don’t lie–I know that face.”
Kiera frowned.
“What face?”
“That very specific ‘my giant alien husband just said something filthy in my head’ face,” Iyanna informed her dryly. “I know it because I’ve made it. Dra’vik is pretty good with the mental dirty—talk, you know.”
Kiera let out a startled laugh.
“Oh my God! All right, it’s true–you got me. Brux felt that I was sad and wanted to, er, cheer me up.” She coughed.
Iyanna grinned.
“Don’t worry—I’m not offended. Honestly, I’m impressed you two lasted this long apart without trying to run off to the nearest private room. You haven’t been Bonded very long–you’re still in the honeymoon phase.”
Kiera covered her burning face with both hands and laughed harder.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” Iyanna patted her knee. “You love me. But I think we may have to cut our time short.”
Kiera lowered her hands enough to peek at her friend.
“All right–that might be a good idea,” she admitted.
Iyanna laughed.
