Committed (Brides of the Kindred #26) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Brides of the Kindred Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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She finished by drying herself briskly with one of Nana’s fluffy white towels and blow-drying her hair so that it fell in dark waves around her face. There was still a half-full bottle of body lotion in the medicine cabinet which she rubbed into her skin. Then she put on a silky, white nightgown and looked at herself in the mirror.

I look like a bride, getting ready for her wedding night, she thought and smiled at her own silliness. Or maybe a girl getting ready for a hot date, added a little voice in her head, which made Torri blush.

Don’t be silly, she told herself. We’re going to sleep and that’s all we’re going to do.

But she was very aware of the way the thin gown molded itself to her breasts and hips to display her curves. The points of her nipples were clearly visible through the silky material and she wasn’t wearing any panties either, so the gown also clung to her freshly-shaven pussy mound. It felt cool against her bare skin and slid sensuously over her more sensitive areas.

She hung her towel on the rack and looked in the small linen closet to get another one out for Vic. She found another towel and a pair of old sweatpants, which she snagged as well.

Making her way back down to her old bedroom, she saw Vic sitting on the bed waiting for her. He sucked in a breath when she stepped into the room.

“Every time I think you cannot be more beautiful, you surprise me,” he murmured, his deep blue eyes running up and down her body.

“Um, thank you.” Torri felt herself blushing with pleasure. “Your turn in the shower,” she added.

“I’ll only be a moment,” he promised.

“Oh, I found an old pair of sweatpants for you—if you think they’d be more comfortable to sleep in than those tight scrubs.” Torri held out the worn pair of gray sweatpants along with the fresh towel. “They were my grandpa’s,” she explained. “He was a tall guy—not quite as tall as you, but they might fit.”

“Thank you—I’ll try them.” Vic nodded and took them from her. He frowned. “I hope you won’t be cold in such a thin sleeping outfit.”

“I’ll be okay,” Torri told him, though to be honest, she was already shivering. The heat was turned on but it was hard to insulate a space like the cabin. There were too many windows to really hold in the heat effectively.

“Get into bed and get warm,” Vic told her. “I’ll be back soon—try not to fall asleep before I can get back and join you,” he added.

“I’ll try,” Torri promised. Actually, she didn’t think falling asleep would be a problem. Despite how sleepy she had been while they were traveling, now she felt wide awake.

Which was just as well, since she didn’t want to fall asleep and have another Seeing Dream before Vic was also able to fall asleep and help her change the nightmare into a regular dream.

And that’s all we’re going to do—just dream together, Torri told herself firmly.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his eyes had roved over her body or the way his voice had gone slightly hoarse when he told her how beautiful she was. It was clear the big Kindred was attracted to her…maybe almost as much as she was attracted to him.

The question was, should she act on that attraction or not?

Twenty-Nine

You are only going to sleep beside her and Dream Share with her, nothing more, Vic lectured himself as he stripped off his scrubs and stepped into the steaming shower.

But he couldn’t stop thinking of how the thin nightgown Torri was wearing clung to her full breasts and hips. She was what the Kindred of the Mother Ship called an “Elite”—a female the Goddess had blessed with fuller curves than most. Many Kindred males found Elites to be extremely desirable—especially the Twin Kindred who revered them above all other females.

Vic had never thought much of it before, because he had never found any female desirable. But the time he had spent with the organic half of his brain in charge, rather than the positronic half, seemed to have changed him. Or maybe it was just Torri herself who had changed him.

For whatever reason, he found that his shaft was hard and standing at attention as he remembered her soft, full curves so beautifully displayed by the thin, silky white gown. What would it be like to touch her? To cup those full breasts in his hands and tease the tight points of her nipples with his fingers or his tongue?

Would she pant and moan for him—beg him to do more? What would it feel like to cup the soft mound of her pussy and slide his fingers deep into her slippery depths? Would she get wet for him if he pleasured her? Would she come for him if he touched her just the right way?



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