Raven's Return - Ruby Dixon Page 0,44

"Why would I need a crab in my ass?"

Damn, but these alien guys are cute when they're virginal. "In case you wanted your prostate pinched?"

"My what?"

"Never mind. I'll show you some other time. For now, can we just kiss?" I lean in and rub my nose against his in a not-so-subtle hint.

U'dron leans forward and presses his lips to mine in response. I smile at this, closing my eyes and kissing him again. And again. It's a series of small, friendly kisses, lips meeting and exploring ever-so-lightly. I like the feel of his mouth against mine, how it's firm and warm and dry, and the softness of his beard scruff around it. His facial hair isn't coarse or rough, but silky smooth, which is fascinating to me. I nip at his lower lip, loving his groan of response.

His lips move under mine. "Can I touch you?"

I smile with pleasure, because when was the last time someone actually asked that? "I would love it if you touched me," I murmur, nipping at his upper lip. "Touch me wherever you like."

U'dron's mouth moves against mine once more, but this time, he gently nips at my lip, imitating my kisses, and it sends a delicious prickle all through my body. His hands stroke up and down my back, sliding the borrowed tunic over my skin, and I want him to reach under it and really touch me. I let him set the pace, though; I don't want to seem too greedy. So when his hands glide down to my ass, I push back against him, deepening the kiss and adding a hint of tongue.

He groans, his breath stuttering. "Did…did you just lick me?"

"Yes. Did you like it?" I pull back to study him.

He gives me a dazed expression, his focus on my mouth." That is…not like the kisses in the games."

Games? Then I remember Tia's kissing games, like spin the bottle. I participated once, but then pulled back because I didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression. The kisses in those particular games are sweet, innocent little smacks…nothing like what I want to do to U'dron. I like a deep, toe-curling, tonsil-reaching kiss that reminds me of sex. I like my mouth being conquered and invaded. I like being kissed so hard and so thoroughly that I forget where I am. "Would you rather we stuck to those kisses?"

"I like trying new things," he says quickly, pulling me close again. "I just did not know we could do that."

I smile when he kisses me, flicking his tongue against my parted lips. "We can do…anything…we…want," I tell him between teasing flicks of tongue. When his tongue teases at my lips, I catch it and suck on the tip of it, and his hands tighten on my ass. He groans deep, and then his lips are firmly on mine, his tongue surging into my mouth, and we're kissing as deep and hard as I've ever wanted. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in sheer enthusiasm, and the feel of his ridge-covered tongue gliding against mine is a new sensation I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of. It feels incredible, as do the enormous hands squeezing my backside over and over again. I shift in the sands, wanting to straddle him instead of just kneeling between his spread thighs.

"R'ven," he rasps, lifting his head for air. He kneads my ass again, and my tunic is hitching up slowly.

I lick at his mouth, encouraging him to kiss me again, even as I slide my hands down to the front of his chest. I want to grab him everywhere—god, everywhere—because he's just so big and yummy. Slow, I remind myself. Go slow. You have all night.

When I think I can't stand it for much longer, U'dron's big, warm hands steal under the tunic and cup my ass, and I whimper encouragement. His mouth slants over mine, owning me with sweeps of his tongue against my own, and I'm breathless with need as his fingers skate toward the cleft of my bottom. Yes, I think silently. Oh yes. He touches me exactly the way I've always wanted.

His hands slide to my hips…and then he pinches my ass. Hard.

"Ow!" I jerk away from him, surprised. That came out of nowhere. I mean, I'm down with a little pain, but warn a girl first. "U'dron—"

The pinch happens again, sharper, and it's followed by another. The sand shifts under my legs, and I realize that U'dron's looking