Matt & Michelle 1: The Fugitive Heir Read Online Free Page B

Michelle. You broadcast fear loud and clear.”
    Michelle blew out her breath in exasperation. “Matthew Bernard Connaught, sit up and look at me.”
    Her tone of voice reminded me so much of my mother that I found myself obeying without conscious thought. Her blue eyes burned with an intensity I’d never seen before.
    “You said intimate contact makes someone easier for you to read?”
    “Yes.”
    Michelle drew me close and kissed me—and I’m not talking about a simple peck on the lips. The kiss was long and sensuous and exactly the kind of kiss I’d always fantasized having with her. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked against mine. I pulled her to me, one hand on the small of her back, the other behind her head.
    Michelle broke our lip lock, but stayed close enough that her lips brushed mine when she spoke. “Read me now .”
    Then her lips met mine again and drew me back into my fantasy kiss. I felt Michelle’s body moving against mine. I tasted her lips. I smelled her perfume. I heard her panting breath. She consumed my senses, driving everything else from my mind. And, just like that, her strongest emotions blazed forth with a brilliance I’d never experienced before.
    Michelle wasn’t afraid of me. She was afraid for me. I broke the kiss and stared at her in wonder.
    “Did you get it yet, Matt?”
    “I couldn’t miss it. God, I am such an idiot.”
    Michelle giggled. “Yeah, but most guys are. Um, is that all you read?”
    “No.” I felt her stiffen again. “How long have you been in love with me?”
    “A couple of years. I-” Her voice caught and she ducked her head, unwilling to meet my gaze.
    “Amateur.”
    Michelle raised her head and met my eyes with hers. “What does that mean?”
    “I’ve been in love with you since the sixth grade.”
    “You’re making that up.”
    “Oh yeah? Now you read me .” I resumed kissing her.
    Much later, Michelle laid her head on my shoulder, her breath tickling my neck.
    “Okay, Matt, I believe you.”
    “I guess this means you’re not going to file a psychic incident report and collect the big reward Psi Corps offers for discovering a rogue psychic?”
    “Don’t tell me you were worried about that.”
    “Nah. Not even before that kiss. You’ve never been that kind of girl.”
    “You figured that out, did you?”
    “All by myself.”
    Michelle ruffled my hair. “Good. Because now I need you to tell me everything you can about your psychic abilities.”
    “Sure, but do I have to do that now?”
    “Absolutely. I can’t make plans if I don’t know what I’m dealing with.”
    “Plans for what, Michelle?”
    “Rescuing your parents, of course.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    The Search Begins
     
    Now it was my turn to pull back and catch Michelle’s eyes. I didn’t need psychic abilities to read her determination.
    “There’s nothing I would rather do right now than fly off in this spaceship and search for my parents. But an hour ago, I told Jonas I would put it off for at least seven years. I can’t risk people’s lives over that. Not your father’s. Not yours.” I kissed Michelle gently. “Especially not yours.”
    “That’s very gallant, Matt. Stupid, but gallant.”
    “Uh, what?”
    “I’ve had lots of training dealing with threats, Matt. Real training, not the pulled-punches kind of stuff most people get. Do you think Daddy would have added me to your bodyguard detail if I couldn’t hack it?”
    Jonas had fired more than one bodyguard for inattention on duty, poor decision-making, or poor combat techniques. The man would never risk Michelle or me if he didn’t know his daughter was up to the task. I shook my head.
    “I can’t match strength with a man my own size, much less one a lot larger than me, but I do know how to beat them. I fight to win and that means I fight dirty.” Michelle’s expression flowed from intense to innocent, from simple to sultry. Then she pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her