Free Brianna by Judy Mays - Celestial Passions 01 Page B

too experienced, too…hungry. Her passion had matched his. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Somehow, he would overcome her fears; then they’d share their passion until they tired of each other.
    Cramped though she was, Brianna soaked contentedly in the small tub. Unfortunately, while the hot water relaxed her, it didn’t relieve her sexual tension. Char had primed her body for an earth-shattering orgasm and failed to deliver it. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and slid her hand between her thighs.
    Chardadon appeared in her mind’s eye. The clothing on his muscular form quickly dissolved as she remembered the first time she’d seen him, unashamedly naked. As her fingers stroked, her memory slipped back to the kisses they’d shared, his caresses on her body. Her breath quickened and her nipples hardened. She tried to spread her thighs wider, but the narrow confines of the tub wouldn’t allow it. Her hips arched. She threw back her head and shivered, both physically and mentally, with the delicate explosion of her orgasm.
    After she caught her breath, Brianna scowled and opened her eyes. You’ve got yourself into a real mess this time, Bri. Not only are you practically a prisoner on a spaceship, you’ve got the hots for the captain. And he has pointy ears and a tail!
    Water sluiced from her body as she rose. She turned a fixture to drain the water. As she did so, a blast of warm air blew down on her from what she’d thought was a second shower nozzle. “Well, that certainly cuts down on laundry bills,” she muttered into the emptiness of the room.
    Lifting the clothing that Lorilana had brought her, Brianna found a pair of brief panties that fit tolerably well, but nothing remotely resembling a bra. After pulling on a pair of loose-fitting green pants, she dropped the long, matching tunic over her head. Checking her reflection in the full-length mirror hanging beside the door, she was reasonably satisfied with her appearance.
    The soft green color of her apparel complimented her auburn hair and green eyes. Draping gracefully over her breasts, the tunic hung well below her knees, but she certainly had the height to be complimented by the style. She frowned at her bare feet, but Lorilana had not provided shoes or stockings of any kind. Grabbing a comb and brush from a shelf next to the tub, she began the long process of comb-drying her hair.
    A musical tone from the outer room caught her attention.
    Still brushing the tangles from her hair, she returned to the other room.
    The outer door slid open and Lorilana walked in. “My, what a difference a bath can make. You look positively radiant, my dear.”
    Brianna continued to brush her hair without commenting.
    “Princess Merilinlalissa from Mediria wants to be introduced to you,” Lorilana continued.
    Before Brianna could reply, though, the door chimed again.
    Lorilana motioned to the door. “The door will open only to Char’s and my palm scans,” she said. “Anyone else who wishes to enter must be admitted. To release the lock, simply push this panel.” She applied light pressure to a slight indentation and the door slid open.
    A man stepped through the door, his eyes searching, memorizing every detail. After he’d thoroughly scanned the room, he concentrated on Brianna. His flat, hostile stare completely unnerved her, and she tripped backwards and collapsed onto the couch.
    He wasn’t as tall as Char, but he was much broader.
    Muscles rippled on his bare chest and arms. His thighs bulged beneath a short kilt, and he wore sandals with straps wound around huge calf muscles. He carried no weapons, but he looked as if he didn’t need any. He was bald, with a prominent brow ridge jutting over deep-set, black eyes. His large nose looked more like a bird’s beak, while what was probably a very expressive mouth was drawn into a thin, stern line.
    And, he was green—a deep, olive green!
    Brianna was so shocked at his appearance that she didn’t notice