Read Her Eternal Warrior Online Free by Caitlyn O’Leary

“Your prize is that instead of stepping down on the running board, I’m going to lift you out of the truck and set you down nice and easy, so you won’t slip.”

She held out her arms and rested them on his shoulders so that he could clasp her waist and set her down on the pavement. He was as gentle and careful as he could be, keeping her broken ribs in mind.

Jenny stood there in his arms, looking up at him. “How was that a prize?”

“Well, maybe the prize could be for both of us, depending on your point of view.”

“Now you’re not making any sense, Braxton Walker. What are you talking about?” She tugged at the collar of his leather jacket, so that it closed more tightly around his throat. He knew she did it so she didn’t have to meet his eyes. It gave him hope. She wasn’t insisting they walk to the hotel lobby immediately.

“Jenny, I was seeing it like this. I think since you let me help you, you deserve a kiss. I think because I helped you, I deserve a kiss.”

She looked back up at him, her eyes twinkling as bright as the stars above. “You do, huh? I didn’t know you were such a thinker.”

“I am.”

“That’s a shame. Here I was hoping you were more of a doer.”

Brax threw back his head and laughed. How could he have ever thought that he didn’t want to have a relationship with this woman?

Jenny stared up at Brax as he laughed, and she melted. Not only was he easy to talk to, but he laughed at her jokes. She had no idea how much longer he would be around babysitting her, so she’d do her best not to overthink things. She knew better than to trust her future in anybody’s hands but her own. Instead, she would bask in his attention and make sure that she didn’t come to expect it.

She blinked. He was looking down at her, his gaze intent.

He must have said something, but she hadn’t heard him. Both of his large, calloused hands cupped her cheeks.

“I’ll show you a doer,” he whispered. Then his lips settled onto hers. Lightly at first. His lips were soft, but the pressure was firm. Far too quickly, he pulled away.

“No,” she whispered. “Come back.” She’d dared him into this, and she wasn’t going to let him stop at just one, barely there kiss.

She wrapped both arms around his neck and his eyes lit up with satisfaction. He lifted a hand and slid his fingers through her hair, and how good did that feel? She closed her eyes at the decadent sensation, then re-opened them, not wanting to miss anything. He was smiling when his lips came down and kissed her again.

Soft and sweet, like warm caramel, his lips coaxed hers to open, and she sighed.

And again.

Bold and sharp like spiced rum, his tongue delved deep, and she moaned.

And again.

Dark and decadent, like coffee-flavored truffles, and she dug her fingers into his scalp.

Brax stepped back.

“Why’d you stop?” Jenny wanted to know.

“You were whimpering.”

“It was a good whimper. Don’t stop.”

Dammit, I’m sounding too needy.

“Honey, it’s cold, let’s get you inside.”

“I’m not cold. In fact, I’m really warm.”