Daughter of the Alien Warrior - Honey Phillips Page 0,25

the shiver of excitement at the thought of being close to that big body.

“Will you close your eyes again? I want to change.”

He obeyed immediately, and she hurried to change into her yoga pants and sports bra. She had been unable to repair all of the damage, but they were mainly intact and better suited to exercising then her new clothing.

“I’m ready,” she called.

Inzen’s eyes snapped open, his dark gaze heating as he inspected her outfit. She was suddenly conscious of the strip of bare stomach between the bottom of the bra and the top of her pants, of the slashes in her pants that she didn’t have enough fabric to repair, and of the thin strap she had created to replace the missing shoulder strap.

“That is a most becoming outfit. Is it the customary attire for training on Earth?”

“Not unless you’ve been abducted by aliens,” she said dryly, but she could still feel pleasure warming her cheeks at his obvious approval.

“I am sorry that the Vedeckians took you from your planet, but I am very glad that we met.”

“Maybe it was for the best. At least this way I have a chance of finding my daughter.”

He opened his mouth, and she waited for him to speak, but in the end, he just shook his head. “It is your turn to close your eyes.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I have a training outfit as well.”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

She closed her eyes, but curiosity won out. When she heard clothing rustle, she couldn’t resist a peek from under her lashes. Her mouth went dry. His back was to her, and he was completely naked. A broad back and strong muscular legs met her eyes, but her gaze was drawn to the round, firm curves of his ass and the tail springing from just above his buttocks. His tail flicked towards her, almost as if it could sense her gaze, and she quickly closed her eyes again.

“I am also ready,” he said a moment later.

Oh my. He was still shirtless but he had donned a pair of brief black shorts. They clung to his thick thighs and cupped his massive cock so closely that she could see the texture of his skin through the cloth. As if in response to her gaze, his cock jerked, and she realized that he was indeed fully erect. As far as she could tell, he had been erect since the moment they met. Was that normal for a Cire? They must have—must have had, she amended—very happy wives.

“Shall we begin?” Inzen asked, and she dragged her gaze away from his genitals.

“Yes. Can you show me your moves?” Ignoring the unintentional double entendre, she gave him a bright smile.

To her surprise, he started by walking her through a series of poses that were very similar to her yoga routine. For a male of his size, he moved with astonishing grace. Despite the fluidity of the positions, she could feel her muscles stretch and burn satisfyingly. By the time they were finished, she was breathless, glowing, and smiling.

“That was a great workout.”

“Is it similar to what you practice? You did very well.”

“Not exactly but it had some resemblance to what I usually do.”

He insisted on waiting until she had replenished her fluids and then studied her again, his head cocked to one side.

“Do you wish to continue?”

“Of course.” Jade arched a brow. “I’ve also studied martial arts.”

“I am not surprised, my letari. Your moves on Driguera indicated training.” He hesitated. “Would you care to spar? I will not hurt you.”

She lifted her chin. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“Very well.”

He bowed and they moved into position. She was immediately aware that this might not have been her best idea. Even though she knew she had been well trained, he was not only larger and stronger but surprisingly fast. Their first bout was embarrassingly short, even though she was sure he had been taking it easy on her. She lasted longer the second time, but she still suspected that he was only playing with her. The third time, she remembered the advice of her favorite instructor, a former streetfighter. “Use whatever advantage you can find,” he would say. She realized that every time she moved closer to Inzen, he hesitated for a fraction of a second, perhaps because he was afraid to hurt her.

On her next move, instead of evading his grip, she deliberately pressed against him, her breasts smashed against his hard chest and