The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,34

her. Man up and bear it, Matt.

Yeah, not gonna lie: this is the best hardest thing I’ve ever done. Hell, it’s the hardest I’ve ever been.

Somehow, I’ll survive.

Inara leans over me, resting her forehead against mine, her dreads falling around us like a curtain of ropes. Thick and braid-like, they sting everywhere they snap against me, but the little bites of pain only heighten my excitement. I groan and cup the flare of her hips, forcing my hands along her sides, rucking up her flirtatious little camis until they ride above her breasts.

I catch them, cupping them in my hands, and she flattens her body along the length of mine, leaning into the contact. Her nipples are small diamond points in my palms. She slides her hands between us, her scaled skin and clawtips catching on my chest hair. She rocks her hips in a rhythm that makes her breath grow coarser.

My own breath is jagged. Jagged, and painful, and glorious. My lungs are singing like I’ve run ten miles. My vision is so sharp, I know my pupils must be huge. I have to look like a hunting cat right now.

Speaking of hunting cats—dangerous, stunningly beautiful ones—Inara’s claws scrape my ribs, making me buck. Which brings my cock right where we want it, fitting right to her entrance, a hard tease.

Her eyes go wide and she gasps, and I’m about to lose it.

“Fuuuuck,” I grit out, staring up into her heat-wild gaze. “You need to get naked.”

Together, we remove her tops entirely, careful of her horns and long ears and her hair.

And she’s so damn pretty. Sure, she’s an alien, but she’s knockout pretty. Everything on her is blue and striped and scaled and generously rounded.

And her breasts… Yes, please. Running my hands up her sides, I cup her cute tits, lean in, and kiss one.

A vibrating, ripping sound breaks from Inara’s throat. Not a sexy little engine purr this time. It’s… a growl.

She’s legit growling at me.

But is it hot? Hell yes, it’s hot.

“Oh, sweetheart, keep doing that,” I tell her, squeezing my handfuls together and sinking my nose between her twins.

Now ladies, if you didn’t know this, your tits smell amazing. I don’t know what it is, (bullshit, I know what it is: soft, silky, pillowy, comforting and sexy and they feel so good to bite and suck) but they smell different than anywhere else on your body, and if you wonder why we’re burying our head there, it’s because it’s one of the nicest spots to rest your face in the world.

The other one being between your legs, naturally.

And after I suck on her nipples until she’s panting and crying out my name, that’s where I want to concentrate my attention next. I love going down on a woman. “Inara, honey, want to taste you.”

Inara freezes so suddenly that for a second, I wonder if all her grinding on me just made her come.

“Right between your pretty legs, baby. I want to spread you open and lap you up. That sound good to you?” I ask, and I lean up and suckle her right nipple.

She squeaks and topples back, her body rigid in pleasure and shock.

Grinning huge, I rise over her, hiking her up higher on the bed and walking to meet her on my knuckles. Bringing my face over hers, I drop down enough so that I can kiss her mouth. When her hands find my sides and she grazes her claws lightly along my ribs, I fight ticklishness and retreat until I’m poised over her lower half.

Inara, mane spread over my pillows, is panting and clutching the sheets, winding them, getting the fabric caught on her claws and she watches me with eyes that have darkened to a Prussian blue. She looks profoundly interested in what I’m about to do.

Stroking her shins, I feel like a lion crouching above his proud lioness.

I plant my knees outside of hers, a starting position as I slide a hand between her thighs, gaze locked on her mound, which is pleasantly plump, hairless, and covered with scales so smooth, I bet she feels like Mulberry silk.

“Open up for me, sweetheart.” Before she can respond to the request, I lean in close and place a kiss smack on her mons, shifting to give her the room she needs to move.

Inara moans, and her knees inch apart. Then she’s spreading for me, her calves riding my sides. I loop my arms around her thighs and position her legs over my