Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,59
been in a situation like this before, had never had a man focus all his attention on her.
It’s just a dick, Tabby. It’s not going to bite….right?
Zevris pulled the covers over them, likely with his tail, as his arms hadn’t budged. His leg slid over hers, and his tail stroked her calf.
His musky, seductive scent enveloped her, cocooning her just as fully as his body had. She refused to admit just how wonderfully she fit with him like this. She was his perfect little spoon.
“What about Dexter?” she asked.
“I took him out while you showered,” he rumbled, and she felt the vibrations from his chest against her back.
“I hope he poops on your floor.”
He chuckled, creating more of those thrilling vibrations. “I’ll be sure to watch my step in the morning.” Zevris pressed his lips atop her head and drew in a deep breath. “Sleep, Nykasha. You’ll need your energy if you mean to continue your resistance tomorrow.”
Tabitha couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips.
She closed her eyes, not expecting to fall asleep any time soon despite her exhaustion. She was tied to an alien’s bed, locked in his house, and his arms were around her, holding her close, and she was so aroused…
But her awareness soon faded. She didn’t know if it was truly just her weariness or Zevris’s warm, secure, soothing presence that lulled her to sleep.
Thirteen
Tabitha floated in a dreamlike haze that was somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness, disoriented but oddly content. She felt herself rising toward consciousness, and she didn’t fight it, even though she wasn’t yet aware enough to understand where she was or what was happening. All she knew was that she felt…good.
Good and aroused, like her dreams had been filled by a sexy alien man who knew more ways to please a woman than there were stars in the sky. She just couldn’t recall a single one of them. But her body remembered. She was warm and aching, and her clit throbbed with the aftermath of the climaxes she must have had in her dreams.
She took in a deep breath. The air was scented with that alluring blend of musk, sandalwood, amber, and cedar.
Tabitha released a soft moan and stretched, only to go still when she felt the solid mass wrapped around her—and more prominently, Zevris’s long, thick, hard cock wedged between her thighs.
Everything from the day before came back to her in a rush, forcing aside the ignorant bliss that had carried her out of sleep.
She started, meaning to pull away, but the muscular arm around her middle tightened, holding her in place.
Zevris groaned and shifted his arm, sliding his hand down her belly to her pelvis until the tip of his middle finger was a mere half an inch from her slit. Tabitha sucked in a breath and froze again. Could he feel the flare of heat that his touch had sparked between her legs? Could he feel her wetness, or the clenching of her core?
But his hand did not move once it was in place; it remained there, pinning her against him, against his throbbing cock.
“Do not move,” he murmured. “Anything more and I may well spill.”
Tabitha caught her bottom lip with her teeth as her heart quickened. She was tempted to undulate against him, to tease him, to show him what it felt like, to force him to come so she could feel his seed upon her thighs.
But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. No matter how much she wanted to move, no matter how much she wanted to lift her hand and touch him, her own doubts and self-consciousness held her back. She wasn’t a seductress, wasn’t one of those bold women who took whatever they wanted. Tabitha wasn’t even sure what she wanted.
Oh, I know what I want, and he’s tall, tan, and alien. Just…not like this.
At least say something, Tabby. Don’t just lie there.
But all she could bring herself to say was, “Wouldn’t want to, uh…soil your sheets. That’d be an unnecessary load of laundry, am I right?”
For real? Did I just say that? What the frick, Tabby?
Then she realized that she’d just said load, and her cheeks went up in flames.
He laughed, tilting his head down to brush his nose against her hair. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, nearly as hot as her combined embarrassment and arousal.
Was there a word to describe that feeling? Embarrousal? Arousassment?
She turned her face against his bicep. “Kill me now.”