The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,32

I’m smart.

“Stay with me,” I tell her. “You’ll be safe here, and I’ll do whatever you want. Plus, your brothers aren’t here to beat me to death afterward.” My lips quirk. “So I’ll be safe too.”

Sometimes, I’m not smart at all.

CHAPTER 14

She all but rushes me, excitement filling her face. “Can we have sex now?”

“Whoa, whoa—hold the firetruck.”

Inara’s brows jump. “Fire…? Do you wish to see fire—”

“No, no. Can we just… get to know each other for a minute? Geez, you didn’t even buy me dinner.”

Her jaw drops. “I offered—”

“I’m teasing.” I take her by her arms and hold her that way, and watch her pupils dilate just from me touching her like this. “What’s your favorite color?” I ask.

“Light grey,” she answers.

“Grey?” I ask. I make a face. “Grey?”

One corner of her mouth curves up prettily. And her eyes… There’s something naughty in her eyes. A poorly concealed sexy sort of naughty secret. “It’s a new fascination.”

Huh. I narrow my gaze on her, but she doesn’t break. “Okay. What’s your favorite food?”

“N’wyahr. It isn’t traditionally a Rakhii dish, but it’s become my favorite. It's a coarse grain meal that’s been treated with an alkali. It’s soaked for days in curdled yanak cheese.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“It is,” she confirms. “What’s your favorite color?”

“I like blue,” I say hollowly, staring deep into her cobalt eyes, caressing her Caribbean turquoise-striped forearms with my thumbs.

“Favorite food?” she whispers, and she inches just an increment closer.

“Lasagna. With beef. And cottage cheese hidden in the layers.”

“Oh,” she says, eyes widening with surprise. Her delicate ears sweep forward. “I would like to try this.”

“We’ll pick up the stuff for it tomorrow,” I promise. And then I lean in and take her mouth.

“Ohhhhh,” she purrs—actually purrs as she touches her lips to mine. It’s the Porsche again, revving for me. I can’t get over this sound she can call up. It makes my head swim and my skin vibrate.

“I like your breath,” she tells me.

I blink at her, thrown. “That’s nice.”

She looks embarrassed—so I catch her face in my hands. “Don’t feel embarrassed. You saying it is nice. I just wasn’t expecting you to compliment me, is all. And especially not on my breath. But I’m really glad you like it because I plan to kiss the hell out of you.”

She relaxes between my palms, and her eyes meet mine again. “Good. I think you smell very fresh, and I would like you to kiss the hells out of me.”

I grin at her. “Probably my gum that’s doing it for you, but that’s a great thing. We want you to like it when we get to that hells-chasing kiss. And by the way, your breath smells awesome. Smoky. Spicy. Sweet. I dig it hard.”

She smells like roasted cherries and rum. Like someone lit up the Cavendish found in the good Mac Baren pipe tobacco, and every time she puffs out a breath, I get another hit.

It’s addictive. I might give up gum and just suck face with Inara.

I think I could live with that.

When I lap over the seam of her mouth, she parts for me, and instinctively or because of some practice she was able to get in before her brothers arrived for beatdowns, she sucks my tongue.

My dick tries to punch through my sweatpants.

And thinking of my sweatpants at all has me drawing away and glancing down.

...I smirk. Because there’s just something about the color grey on a pair of track pants: it makes every cock look obscene—and you have to appreciate that. Somehow, the fabric accentuates every asset I’ve got. I’d say my dick is probably average, but in grey sweats, it becomes a supermodel of cocks. A granite sculpture of dick perfection. You can see the flare of the head and everything, like I’m smuggling a cucumber wearing a G.I. Joe helmet.

Inara is smiling as she leans back too, her eyes dropping brazenly to my crotch. “A very new fascination,” she purrs.

That one pleased little sound is like sexy nails raking up my back. In an instant, I’m on her. I catch her at the hips and start forcing her back towards my bedroom. To my bed, which is fitted with jet black sheets that are going to showcase her amazing peacock-blue self to perfection when I spread her wide and eat her on them.

What do I know about this woman? Besides the fact that I want her so desperately my dick has a heartbeat. She’s sweet. She’s fearless. She wants to experience new things