Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,18
there was a slow pulsating ache between her thighs. She didn’t know if it was the frank discussion, the liquor, or the inevitable effect of a very large, very masculine body so close to hers for the first time in three years.
His eyes had traveled down over her chest, and he reached out, tracing a curious finger over the outline of the bat on her tank top and leaving a trail of fire where it passed.
“What is this creature?”
“It’s called a bat,” she said breathlessly. “It’s a flying animal.”
“Is it the symbol of your clan?”
“It represents a hero. Someone who fought for justice,” she managed to say, even though her whole body was concentrated on where he was still tracing the design on her shirt with a fascinated look on his face.
“Do you mind me touching you? It has been a long time since I felt the softness of a woman’s body. And never one so enticing.” His tail came up and wrapped around her wrist, just as he stroked a thumb across her nipple. A streak of pleasure went directly to her clit.
“N-no. I don’t mind. It’s been a long time for me as well.”
“You are not mated?”
He eased the straps down over her shoulders, those rough, warm fingers caressing her, but she retained enough focus to frown.
“If I were, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
“I apologize. Of course you would not. It’s just hard to believe that so desirable a female is not taken,” he whispered against her shoulder. He followed his words with a kiss to the sensitive flesh, slowly kissing his way up her neck before raising his head. “I wish to kiss you.”
She looked up into that strange alien face, so dissimilar from her own, but despite their differences, she felt inexplicably drawn to this man. Her senses swam with his heady, citrusy scent.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His head descended, his mouth meeting hers with a confidence she hadn’t expected, demanding a response from her. She gasped, and his tongue invaded her, his taste wild and tangy. Her hands instinctively went to his head, stroking over the hard ridges before clinging to his broad shoulders as the kiss intensified. He groaned and pressed her down into the couch, the raised texture of his skin rubbing against her nipples and sending shivers of excitement down her spine. She automatically parted her legs and his cock landed right where she needed it the most, against her aching clit. He put a hand under her ass, lifting her against him as she writhed. There was a sudden sharp tug on her nipple and sparks of light filled her vision as her body convulsed. She cried out into his mouth as he kept kissing her, stroking her ass, her face, her nipple…
The realization that he couldn’t be touching her in three places at once finally penetrated her dazed pleasure and she pulled back a fraction, enough to look down her body and see his tail still wrapped around her nipple. The sight was both disturbing and curiously erotic, but it made her brain kick back on. What was she doing? Making out on a couch with an alien she barely knew? Never mind that so far he had shown himself to be thoughtful, kind, and protective. She knew better—although looking at those strange features watching her so intently, she desperately wanted to trust him.
“We should stop,” she said, hating the shakiness in her voice.
He swallowed thickly. “Yes. You’re right. Of course.”
They stared at each other but he didn’t raise his body and she didn’t attempt to move.
“You should rest,” he said finally, his voice sounding rough.
‘What about you? Where are you going to sleep?” she asked.
“There is another couch in my ready room. I’ll sleep there tonight and make other arrangements in the morning.”
“Is it any bigger than this couch?”
“Not much,” he admitted.
She took a deep breath. “Why don’t you just stay here? That bed is certainly big enough. But no hanky panky,” she added quickly. “The girls will be there.”
He tilted his head. “Hankee pankee?”
Her cheeks heated. “What we were just doing.”
“I liked the hankee pankee very much.” His dark eyes roved over her appreciatively.
“So did I,” she said shyly.
He finally sat up and pulled her up with him. Giving him a sideways glance, she caught the briefest glimpse of a large green head before he tucked his cock away with a wince.
“I’m sorry that you weren’t, um, satisfied,” she said. John would have been pouting and complaining by now.