Mari's Mistake - Ruby Dixon Page 0,17

thighs together tightly.

“M’rsl,” he breathes, pulling me into his lap.

I stiffen, not sure where he’s going with this, but he just presses me against his chest, as if fascinated with our skin to skin contact. T’chai rubs a big hand up and down my back, petting me, and…okay, that feels pretty damn good. I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder, sighing with pleasure.

“M’rsl.” He slides his hand down my spine, then cups my ass.

“Mari,” I whisper. God, his touch feels good. “You can call me Mari.”

His hand strokes down the cleft of my ass and then sweeps over my thigh. He’s touching me all over, in repeated motions, just learning the feel of me and holding me against his chest. I put my hands on his skin, ever-aware of his cock pressing against my thigh, and look up at him. He’s watching me with intense, hooded eyes, and then leans down to press a light kiss to my mouth.

I tilt my face toward his, a silent request for more, and then we’re kissing again, even as his hands move all over my skin, desperate and possessive. Involuntarily, I rock my hips along his thigh, and I can feel his groan of response move through him, just as I feel the humming of his khui. It’s sexy and wild, just like this alien man, and I want more.

I take one of his big hands and put it on my breast. His kiss deepens, becomes more eager even as he palms my tits. He squeezes and flexes, as if trying to figure out what feels good, and then his thumb moves over my nipple, sending lightning through my body. I gasp, rocking against him again.

“M’rsl,” he murmurs, and then he’s utterly focused on my nipple, toying with the point of it until I’m digging my fingers into his skin, kissing him desperately as he makes me crazy with his touch.

He bites lightly on my lower lip, and then his hand skates toward my belly. He moves fast, but I don’t mind, as long as he’s touching me. I decide to show him what I like, though, taking his hand and guiding it to my folds. I stroke his finger up and down through the crease of my pussy, and then push it toward the entrance to my core.

T’chai groans, his startled gaze moving to mine. “Ltk.”

“Yup,” I whisper. I’m really wet, and when he glides his fingers up and down my sex, he drags that slickness with him. I moan and rock against his hand. I need to show him my clit, to introduce him to my most sensitive spot, but then he’s pushing one thick finger inside me, his intense gaze on my face, and I gasp, clinging to his shoulders.

That should not feel as good as it does, madre de dios.

He breathes my name again, the sound husky and sensual on his lips even as he thrusts into me with his finger. I whimper, my body making a wet sound as he works me with his hand, his gaze locked on my face. This is the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced—

My khui shivers, shaking my entire body.

Or at least, it feels like it does. But then T’chai looks up at the ceiling and I realize the dried leaves that cover the hut’s roof are rustling too. It’s not just me that’s shaking.

It’s everything.

I roll off of him quickly, moving to the side and crouching as I stare at my surroundings. T’chai reaches for me again, but I push his hand away, worried.

The tremor dies away almost as quickly as it began, and then all is still once more.

“M’rsl?” T’chai strokes his hand on my arm, a silent invitation in his gaze.

I shake my head, getting to my feet. With a sigh, he follows me as I peek out of the hut into the night. Everything looks quiet and calm, but I don’t like this.

This place doesn’t feel safe.

I have to get out of here. As I glance over at T’chai, who doesn’t look all that concerned, I realize that these earthquakes must be normal for him. In his eyes, they’re no big deal. And that’s…kinda fucked up.

We both have to get out of here, I amend. We need to find Lauren and escape this island, all of us. Where we can go, I have no idea. I’m determined to take this one crisis at a time.

5

T’CHAI

My mate sleeps beside me, restless and worried throughout the