Page 23 of Guardian's Soul (Space Guardian's Mate #2)
HANNAH
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" I asked, clinging to Thrax's chest as if my life depended on it, which incidentally, right then, it was about to.
He didn't answer. Instead, he took the plunge. Jumping right out of the damn spaceship as it was flying over the canopy of deep orange trees. I couldn't help myself. I screamed.
I screamed louder with every foot we kept falling. Faster and faster, it seemed. We weren't on Earth, but this planet appeared to have the same gravitational pull because the damn trees that had looked like they were thousands of miles underneath us were getting closer.
Suddenly, I felt a jerk as if someone had grabbed Thrax by the collar and stopped us from falling midway down. That moment only lasted a fraction of a second, and then we were falling again, just not as fast as before.
It had sounded like a bad idea when Thrax explained to me that we would have to jump out of the spaceship in midflight, and now that we had jumped, it sounded like an even worse idea.
We need any advantage of a surprise we can get , Thrax had explained. And I got that. I really did. But jumping out of a freaking spaceship was so not my idea of a good time.
Neither one of us had spoken about the incredible sex we had in the break room. Thrax had taken his usual spot on the couch to sleep, and I tossed and turned on the bed. Still very aware of the ache in my pussy, where I could still feel his cock filling me.
Even now, while we were falling out of a freaking spaceship , I felt it. While I was screaming my lungs out in fear, my pussy was having a pout attack because I had refused to initiate a second round last night or this morning. I probably wouldn't have said no had he made any advances, but since he didn't, I sure as hell wasn't about to.
"Hannah!" Thrax shouted at me.
I knew why. He wanted me to stop screaming, but I couldn't. Actually, it felt kind of freeing. I had felt like screaming ever since the Cryons abducted me, and now I could finally voice all my frustrations. I had heard that screaming could be therapeutic and boy was it ever. All my anger vented through my lungs, and for a moment, I considered never stopping.
"Hannah, for the love of the stars!" Thrax shouted again.
We were still falling, but with every few feet we were closing in on the tree line, it felt as if we were slowing down. Impossible. But yet, that's what was happening.
I should have asked more questions about the jumpsuit , I berated myself. Thrax had tried to explain how it worked. Something with antigravity, blahblahblah. Physics had never been anything that interested me, so I had tuned him out. At that point, I had figured that I trusted him. If he said jumping out of a freaking spaceship was safe, I believed him. Until we did.
Thrax's arms were around me, just like mine were around him. For good measure, he had tied us together, although that was overkill on his part. I felt like a jungle vine, that's how I was pretzeled around him .
"Hannah!" he shouted again, forcing my chin up with his hand. That was the sole reason I looked up because… that hand was supposed to be around me. We had just jumped out of a freaking spaceship and were falling toward an alien planet.
His head moved down, and his lips claimed mine, suffocating my scream and scrambling my brain. I still felt the sensation of falling, but suddenly, it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered except this man.
Something brushed by my skin and scratched me, but even that didn't turn my attention from him and his kiss. His tongue, dancing inside my mouth, pushing and pulling on mine. That was all that mattered. I wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that we were still going down or that we must have been going through the tree canopies because it made sense that this was what was scratching me, but again, nothing mattered.
We were still slowing. A hard jerk and impact against my feet that would have caused me to stumble to the ground had Thrax not been holding me. He dislodged our lips and grinned at me.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to slap or kiss him again. But his hands working on releasing the ties he had used to keep us together brought me back to the present and our mission. And that cleared my mind of any dirty thoughts that may or may not have entered it.
That and looking around inside this alien forest. The trees were skinny and hundreds of feet tall, with a thick, orange canopy on top, through which little sunlight flooded. The ground was made up of orange dirt where dark green moss grew here and there, as well as yellow-orange ferns. Orange was probably not the right word for it. It was more a mix of red and yellows and all the colors in between, kind of like a late fall forest in Maine, at least color-wise.
At first look, it appeared as if the ground was covered in rocks, some as large as boulders. They intrigued me with their almost geometrical shapes. The way they lay scattered made me wonder if, at one time, a tremendously large building had stood here that was either neglected or bombed and later overgrown with plants. It actually made me curious enough to step closer to one and touch it. That's when I realized it had a hollow, metallic sound to it. Questioningly, I turned to Thrax. "Are these old ruins?"
He stepped next to me. "I've never been to Ohrur before, so I don't know, but it sure looks like it."
He grabbed a tall slab, putting all his weight into it as he tried to bend it. With a low groan, the slab began to break in the middle, leaving jagged edges like you would expect to find if breaking a very old piece of metal.
"I think you're right," Thrax said. Bending low, he moved the dirt around with his hand, coming up with another piece of broken metal.
"Interesting," he said, pocketing it. "I have some stuff on the ship that might help analyze this."
He didn't mention that first we had to get back to his ship; oh wait, no. First, we had to survive the next few hours and kidnap Possedion!
Thrax pulled out his comm and indicated up a hill. "We need to go that way."
I got the message: the kiss was over. Whatever was going on between us wouldn't be talked about, and neither would these obvious ruins that could have once been a large city. We still had a mission to fulfill. I was about to open my mouth and say something about it, but then I wasn't sure where to start. Nor was this really the time to talk about the sex we'd had or the kiss. It didn't matter if this used to be a city that had been bombed or fallen apart. We weren't on an archaeological dig, and I sure as hell wasn't a scientist. We did, however, need to kidnap Possedion. So up the hill I went without another word.