The Alien's Equal (Drixonian Warrior #7) - Ella Maven Page 0,37

what I planned to say? “I don’t let many people in. I didn’t have many friends on Earth. Mostly just my sister. I’m close to the girls here, but it’s still hard for me to show them how much they mean to me. I do regret that, and I will show them as soon as I see them again. If I see them again.” I swallowed. “But Nero, if I died in that alley, I would have regretted not spending every last minute I was alive in your arms.”

“Little bird,” he exhaled on a low purr. Suddenly I was on my back, and Nero was over me, a vibration rumbling from his chest as he smiled down at me. He nudged the tips of our noses, and then he kissed me. Slow at first, his full soft lips nipping at mine before he slipped his tongue inside my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and let my legs fall to the side as he settled his hips between them. He was naked while I only wore a large shirt, and his hard cock nudged my bare pussy. He was hot as a furnace, and his cock like a heat-seeking missile searching for the snug comfort of my body.

The last time I had sex was ages ago and even then, I preferred to be on top. A heavy body lying on mine always sent my heart into a panicked flutter. But Nero was like… one of those anti-anxiety blankets. A chunky purring cat. A comforting weight that made me feel protected rather than trapped. And I knew, down to my soul, that only he’d make me feel like this.

He’d taken his time and let me get my feet under me on this crazy planet and when he did come after me, it was with caring words, and safe hugs, and slow, drugging kisses. It was with respect and dignity. He let me be me, and for that, I thought I’d do just about anything for Nero.

I could barely believe it’d been days ago when I’d still been avoiding him, but then maybe I knew all along he’d make me feel like this, and it terrified me. If only I hadn’t resisted. If only I’d taken the plunge earlier to explore what we had together. Or maybe this was the right timing. Here and now.

A finger smoothed down the middle of my forehead, and I realized he’d stopped kissing me, and was studying my face with concern. “You’re having lots of thoughts.”

I smiled at his wording. “I am.”

He seemed relieved at my smile. “Good thoughts?”

“Great thoughts.”

He dipped his head to kiss me again as his fingers tapped down my spine to grasp the outside of my thigh. He hiked it over his hip, and I clamped down around him while digging my heels into his extremely firm ass. All these Drix were built like brick shithouses, even brainy Nero.

Bracing himself on his elbow, he let his other fingers drift down my cheek, petting me as he licked into my mouth. The tenderness of his touch nearly undid me, like he knew exactly how to turn me into a puddle of aroused Justine. Like he was made for me. Maybe he was. Maybe Fatas had done something right when she dragged me to this planet kicking and screaming.

“I want to see you.” He nibbled at my neck as he tugged at the hem of my shirt.

“Then see me.” I arched my back as he drew my shirt up and over my head. He tossed it to the side and then let his gaze drift slowly and unashamedly down my body. Now I wore nothing but my tattoos on my left arm, a Salvador Dali imitation with dripping clocks.

I had a complicated history with my own body. I’d always had a large chest but other than that I was built a little like SpongeBob SquarePants. I didn’t have gorgeous curves like Miranda and Tabby. I liked my body, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt sexy. With Nero’s heated gaze taking in every inch of my skin, I felt a bit like a preening peacock. I felt sexy, like I was a lingerie model walking on a runway. His fingers grazed my skin in wonder, and he cupped one of my breasts before placing a soft kiss right above the nipple.

My pussy clenched with want, especially when Nero sucked my other nipple into his hot mouth. I arched my back on a