Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,72

arch up against him, raising my hips to meet his next thrust. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want him in this moment.

My big alien growls against my mouth, surging against my pussy once more, and then flings himself off of me. He rolls a few feet away, panting, and watches me with hot eyes.

“J’shel?” I prop up on my elbows. My breast-band has almost slid down to my navel and I’m pretty sure only the extreme tightness of my nipples is holding it in place at the moment. “What the hell? Where are you going?”

He licks his lips as if tasting me on his mouth and then closes his eyes. “I must stop. You do not want this. I should not force you.” He crouches on the stone, then presses his forehead to the floor as if trying to compose himself. “My apologies, H’nah.”

What? “Are you insane? Of course I want you.”

J’shel sits upright, his eyes closed. His cock looks so hard and painfully erect under the leather it’s like a poker sticking out from his loincloth. “You have said all along that you want no alien mate. You want no alien kit. You want to go home.”

“I did say that,” I admit. “I might also be an idiot. I wrote a book about a hero, remember? How the girl in the story keeps hunting for the right guy and he’s right in front of her all along? You’re my hero, J’shel. I’ve been looking and looking for something to make me happy and you’ve been right there all along. It’s you, all right? I know things are still new between us, but when I’m with you…I’m happy. I feel like I’m home. And I can be happy with you. I can be happy here, too. I’ve been stupidly fighting everything for too long. I want to be with you, all right?”

He gives me a skeptical look. “Did you take some of the chakk leaf when I was not looking?”

This man. I sigh and roll onto my side. My breast-band slides down even lower, and I take a deep, steeling breath, and then hitch it down, exposing my tits to him.

J’shel stares.

He stares at my breasts so hard my nipples tighten just a little bit more. I might be on the bigger side of the spectrum, but I’ve got nice tits. They’re full and round, with tight, dusky nipples that have his full attention.

“What would it take to convince you?” I ask, my pose utterly casual despite the rapid beat of my heart and the drum of my cootie. “Do we need to play truth or dare again?”

His hand goes to his cock and he clenches it tight. I don’t know if he’s trying to stop himself from coming or if he’s stroking to the sight of my breasts, but god, that’s fucking hot. He grips himself again, then gives me an intense look. “If we play truth to dares, what truth would you ask me to say?”

“I wouldn’t,” I purr, loving that he grabs his cock again at the sound of my voice. “I’d dare you to come lick me all over like you said you would.”

He groans, eyes closing. “H’nah.”

“Right over here,” I reply. “Waiting.” And because he’s touching himself, when he opens his eyes again, I reach up and stroke my fingers over the tip of one breast.

16

HANNAH

J’shel growls.

Really fucking growls as if me touching myself offends him. I gasp for breath as he stalks over to me, somehow making hands-and-knees crawling look so goddamn sexy and menacing that I can’t breathe. His camouflage flickers and that sexy braid falls over his shoulder as he snakes toward me, and then he’s right next to me again. He gazes down at the breast-band at my waist as if it offends him, and then snags it in his hand and rips it in half.

And I do not even care.

I roll onto my back, hungry for him. I grab his braid even as he moves over me, his big limbs caging me under him once more. “Are you gonna do as I ask?” I whisper, giving his braid a tug. “Because if you are, my loincloth needs to come off, too.”

He makes another one of those hungry, feral sounds in his throat, and he snaps the leather belt that holds up my ice planet version of panties, then casts the leather aside. I’m naked and sprawled out underneath him, and I’ve never felt sexier or more turned