Free Just A Bit Of Trust (Constel·lación #1) by Noma-Tee Thompson Page A

the ship had taken off, and new people and culture surrounded her, she realized the immensity of the logistics before her. The logistics of being uprooted from one’s home was a challenge as much as it was an adventure.
    “Just a little, I wanted to feel good.” Vivian stood up and straddled him. “I wanted to forget. I don’t want to think about anything tonight.”
    Didac tensed, surprised and his body awakening, triggered by her warm flesh pressed against him. Her arms were placed around his neck to keep her balanced. This is not how he imagined his first mating to be. Didac didn’t want to take advantage of her and have her regret tomorrow, but how he wanted to.
    “Vivian…” Didac’s quiet whisper danced to her ears. His eyes squeezed shut as he begged himself not to sink this low. ”When we mate, I want it to mean something.”
    She watched the contours of his face, every expression and move tantalizing her. She was not as drunk as he thought. What she saw was a man who wanted to take what was given and a man who wanted to refuse it even if he wanted to because his principles would not allow him.
    Vivian licked her lips. She stared at him as if a trance, reaching out her hand to touch his face. He truly was a good man. Most men would have taken advantage of her vulnerability.
    “It will mean something; I feel this connection to you. When I saw you, it felt like my soul somehow knew you, but my experiences have taught me that I could be wrong.”
    Didac soothed her neck, his hands moving lower to rub her back. ”I want it to be more than a connection.” His hands moved lower to her derriere pulling her to feel his erection through their underwear.
    Vivian instinctively rubbed back and forth on him tightening her legs around his waist, feeling him harden further. ”You would deny me relief?”
    This would have been comical if he hadn’t found himself wanting. He denied himself relief too.
    “I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow.”
    They just stared at each other, his perfect noble face, blinding her, his sparkling green eyes petted in her thoughts; everything about him resonated masculinity. Vivian flushed red when she realized she was relishing this image. Her stomach rumbled. Her face turned beet red in embarrassment.
    “I’m hungry…”, Hungry for food and so much more.
    Didac lips curved, his one hand remained on her butt to steady her while the other massaged her scalp and moved downward to trace the back of her neck. “I have food, let me feed you.”
    That was a double entendre if she ever heard one.
    Didac sensed her hesitation, and immediately she tried to stand up roughly and almost got away when she was suddenly turned over on her back, and his body covered his. His hand bent her leg higher so she could feel more of him. It trailed higher, around her kneecap and the outside of her thigh.
    “Even if you don’t know it yet, you are mine.” Didac’s lips stringed along her knee to her leg.
    Her body wasn’t lying even if his mouth was. ”What makes you think that?”
    “You have no idea what I am prepared to do for you.” His lips continued to explore and closed on her toes.
    Vivian’s breathing jerked. This was worship. It was gross, but it felt so good.
    The sincerity and conviction in which he said, the words made her eyes swell with tears. Her father, the one male figure who was supposed to protect her did horrible things to her instead for her. ”I don’t place too much trust in words. They come and go like the wind.”
    He just wanted to love her, to take the pain and hurt away. He wanted this woman. ”I just want you to know and show you in time, that it’s okay to care for and trust me.”
    His hair was disheveled from her playing with it, his measuring endless green eyes intensified, making her uncomfortable. His eyes felt like they were boring into her soul. Like he knew what she needed even if she didn’t. The effects of the champagne had already started to fade