Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,17
and I think for a moment that he’s leaving, but then something soft and heavy drops on my shoulders. His cloak.
Oh. He noticed me shivering.
“I am glad you will stop crying,” he murmurs as I turn to face him, holding his cloak against my body. “I do not like to see you so sad.”
“I don’t like being sad,” I say, trying to keep my tone light. It’s hard though, because I’m staring at his broad, naked chest. Lauren said that back on the island they went naked a lot of the time or wore a leaf loincloth that left little to the imagination. I know they have a hard time with the layers of clothing that this side of the world needs, and J’shel rarely wears a tunic under his cloak. This means I’m pretty much eye to eye—or eye to nipple—with his big bare chest.
And gosh, is it a big bare chest. I can’t stop staring. Were any pectorals so damn…juicy? I should stop looking.
I should stop looking.
I really should stop.
Any moment now, I’ll tear my eyes away.
“This is all hard for me,” I say to his nipple. “Please understand.”
“We are all learning much,” J’shel murmurs, and then his nipple moves closer. I blink, jerking my gaze away, and look up into his face. He reaches out and brushes his knuckles along the line of my jaw, the touch so gentle and yet arousing that my clit practically tingles in response. “I am trying to be patient, H’nah, but I hunger so badly for you.” That knuckle traces along my chin, then up my jaw and along my cheekbone. “Do you not feel it?”
I bite back the moan rising in my throat. My cootie’s so loud I’m practically shaking with the force of it, and I can hear his vibrating, too. It’s like our cooties are so insistent they’re about to come out of our chests with the force of their wanting. Maybe I’m distracted by all that vibrating—or I’m still staring at his nipple—because I barely notice that J’shel lifts my chin until his mouth lightly brushes over mine.
He’s…kissing me.
I thought the aliens didn’t know how to kiss?
This time, I can’t hold back the moan in my throat. It erupts forth, and then J’shel drops to his knees in the sand, pulling me down against him and into his lap. I’m shocked because the first thing I feel is the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip—and how good it feels. He’s freaking enormous, and the thought of Bridget and A’tam’s bad hookup and the baseball bat analogy flits through my mind.
But then J’shel lowers his mouth to mine again and he presses against me once more, lips whispering over mine. He’s holding me tenderly against him, cradled in his arms as he presses light kisses to my face. I want him to kiss my mouth again, to claim my lips, to part them and drag his tongue against mine, but instead, he kisses my nose, my cheek, my brow, all over. And those kisses are soft and flirty and utterly frustrating because my humming body wants more and more with every moment that passes.
“I like your softness,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth against my cheekbone and moving to my ear. He takes a deep breath and then groans low, his mouth nipping at my ear and sending a jolt right to my pussy. “I like your softness very much, H’nah. You feel…so good.”
I moan, tilting my head so he can continue to nip at my ear, because it feels amazing and I want nothing more than to lose myself in this moment. I like kisses, but oh god, I love my ear being nibbled on. And I whimper with pleasure when his mouth descends on my earlobe again.
“All of you,” he breathes, his voice raspy and low, teasing at my ear. “All of you is pleasure, H’nah, but I will like the softness of your cunt most of all.”
It’s like a record scratch, cutting through the haze of pleasure. I put a hand to his chest, pushing. “You what?”
He doesn’t realize I’m freaking out. “Your cunt,” he growls, practically panting. “The softness of it. Are you soft there?”
“Oh my god,” I manage to squeak out, and push at him again. He doesn’t hold me against him, and I slide off his lap with a thump into the sand. “You don’t tell a girl that!”
“Why not?” Some of the desire haze is clearing from his mind