her arousal left her a bit embarrassed. “Tell me, Tyra, is your pussy becoming slick and swollen right now? Are you aching for me to carry you upstairs and claim you? Is that why you keep squirming in your seat?”
His crass words only caused an immense pang of sensation in her nether region, and she gasped a second later when he reached underneath the borrowed shirt she was wearing. He ran a hand along her inner thighs in a slow and enticing manner, then urged her legs to part for his explorations.
She wasn’t wearing underwear, as he’d handed her the shirt and nothing else just before her shower, and the feel of his fingers grazing over her bare folds nearly caused her to jolt at the shockingly pleasant sensation. She sucked in a shaky breath and quivered at his touch.
He dragged his teeth along her neck and she couldn’t repress a moan, her need building with each moment.
“Spread your legs even wider, sweet human. I want to feel how wet you are.”
She obeyed, parting her thighs and allowing him to dip two fingers into her gathering essence. A throaty whimper left her and she jerked her hips as he pushed those two digits deeper.
“Ah, just as I suspected. You’re very, very wet.”
He drew his fingers lazily through her moisture, and whenever he happened to graze her throbbing clit it was all she could do to keep from pleading with him to take her upstairs. But she wasn’t certain if she should appear so eager, so she allowed him to take the lead and continued following his commands.
When he ordered her to spread wider or raise her hips, she acquiesced. She even gathered up the fabric of his borrowed shirt to her waist when he demanded it, revealing her womanly parts to his gaze. A glance down at her center showed her pussy lips were puffy and gleaming with her arousal, and her inner thighs were shining as well.
The sight startled her. She’d had no idea her body was capable of such a visceral response to a man’s touch. Until Rem, she’d largely found herself disgusted by the attention men showed her, particularly when one of them groped her or forced a kiss upon her. Working at the bar, it was a rare occurrence to go a full night without one of the patrons trying to cop a quick feel or steal a kiss.
But Rem made her feel different. Under his attentions, she felt both beautiful and desirable. And God, she wanted more. More of his kisses. More of his teeth dragging along her neck. More of whatever he was doing between her legs to make her feel so good.
He pressed his lips to hers and the whole world melted away.
Chapter 11
Tyra’s mind whirled as Rem carried her upstairs. She still felt drunk, but it was a deliriously wondrous sensation. She felt safe in his arms, even though a small part of her still feared the physical aspect of their mating.
He was huge. Her head barely reached the center of his chest, and she shivered as she remembered the massive size of his cock, which she had glimpsed only briefly during their first attempt at mating.
Well, she decided, virginal apprehension was much better than absolute dread. She had run to Mars, to Rem, while she had run away from the other situation that would’ve seen her lose her virginity. She was here by choice. Mostly.
She was partially in control. Well, perhaps more than partially. If she became too frightened or experienced too much pain during their first mating session, she believed Rem would stop at once. For all the concern he had displayed after her recent nightmare, she could not imagine him disregarding her needs if she asked him to pause.
Deep down, beneath his jealousy and the fact that he was a warrior who’d helped defeat her people, she dared to believe he was a decent man. A man guided by principles. A good man, like her father.
Once they reached the bedroom, he carried her to the large bed and placed her upon the covers. He sat next to her, staring down at her with a look so affectionate, it took her breath away.
Who had he lost that he cared about after the Xieandans poisoned the water supply on his homeworld? She couldn’t help but wonder about this as she held his loving gaze. The more she considered his reluctance to confide in her about his loss, the more she suspected