Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,53

did he have to say things that made her heart quicken, her stomach flutter, and her core pool with desire? Why couldn’t he have been cruel so it would be easy to hate him?

She brought her fists to her mouth, brows drawn as indecision warred within her.

“Tabitha?”

Lowering her arms, she met his gaze. “Please, Zevris, just let me go home. I won’t say anything to anyone, and maybe…maybe we can go about this the right way. You can—”

“I cannot.” He dropped his elbows onto his thighs and leaned forward, bowing his head and shaking it. “I can’t risk it. Can’t risk you.”

Tabitha pressed her lips together. She didn’t know why he thought she’d be in any danger, but it hurt that he didn’t trust her. She recognized the ridiculousness of that—he had no reason to trust her, just as she had no reason to trust him. They barely knew each other.

Her feet were in motion before she could consider what she was doing. She spun and ran to the bedroom door, closing her hand around the knob.

Zevris uttered a word she did not recognize—but which was undoubtedly a curse of some sort—and was behind her in an instant. She’d barely turned the knob when his big arm banded around her middle and swept her back against the solid muscle of his torso, breaking her hold on the door.

She struggled against him as her feet left the ground. “Damn it, Zevris! This isn’t right. I’m not your prisoner!”

He took a step forward, pinning her against the wall with his body. Tabitha gasped, hands flat on the wall, as she felt something hard and thick probing just above her ass. There was no doubt in her mind what that was.

Zevris leaned his head down so his mouth was close to her ear. “No, but you are mine all the same, Nykasha. Now you can either behave and shower yourself, or”—he smoothed one of his hands down her side and slipped it up under her shirt, making her belly quiver with the touch of his palm—“I can undress you right here, right now, and we’ll take one together.”

“You wouldn’t!” She squeaked when the tips of his fingers dipped behind the button of her jeans.

“I’m having trouble finding a reason not to, Tabitha.” He pressed his nose into her hair, running its tip along the rounded shell of her ear. “I would be happy to wash my female, especially between her—”

“I’ll do it!” She bucked her backside against him.

Apparently, that was a mistake; Zevris groaned, and murmured in a deep, husky voice, “Pity.”

For a moment, his already hard body tensed further, and then he pushed away from the wall, lifting her again as he spun around. He set her neatly on her feet and released his hold on her.

She didn’t look back at him as she darted to the bathroom, swiftly shut the door, and locked it.

Twelve

Panting, Tabitha turned and pressed her back against the door. Her eyes locked on the large window above the jacuzzi tub. She crossed the room, stepped into the tub, and shoved up the black blinds, revealing a frosted glass window. She pushed up on the window panel. When it didn’t move, she flipped the locks and tried again. It refused to budge.

She growled, smacking her hand against the glass. The sound made by the impact was oddly dull and resonant.

His front door hadn’t opened either, even though she’d sworn she’d unlocked it. The deadbolt had been undone, the knob had turned freely, but the door had simply refused to move. It was like some invisible force had held it in place.

Was he using some sort of super high-tech device to secure the windows and doors? Considering how convincingly his technology could mask his true appearance, she didn’t doubt he had some kind of alien security system in place. She had a feeling that this glass wouldn’t break no matter what she hit it with—but she was tempted to try, regardless.

Of course, even if she did manage to break the glass, there was a fifteen-foot drop to the ground to deal with afterward. Not that she’d have the pleasure of falling—she knew Zevris would be all over her before she could squeeze her ass out the window.

Shoulders sagging, Tabitha pressed her forehead against the cool windowpane.

Why couldn’t he trust her a little? Tabitha wasn’t against being with him—she was drawn to him, she desired him, even more so now that she’d discovered he was an alien. But…not like this.