Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,81
someone to hold in his empty arms, for someone to…love.
For Tabitha.
Even if he’d not known of her existence until a week ago, he knew, somehow, that she was the one he’d always awaited. She was the one he’d always been meant to find.
This small taste of something more, of life with Tabitha, had been so spectacular that he wasn’t sure he could go back to the loneliness.
Using his thumb, he scrubbed at the egg clinging to the spatula. He paused when he caught sight of his trimmed claws. Unbidden, his tongue slipped out and ran across his lips.
Though he had brushed his teeth and eaten since last night, he swore he still tasted a trace of Tabitha’s essence on his lips. His cock twitched, and the denim of his jeans was suddenly far too tight, crushingly restrictive, and so abrasive that even the fabric of his boxers offered no protection. Tabitha was the sweetest thing he’d ever smelled, and her taste was even more sublime. No flavor on any of the planets to which he’d ever journeyed compare to hers.
Karak’duun, it had been so difficult to stop himself from waking Tabitha this morning by burying his face between her thighs. Even with as much as he’d drunk from her last night, his thirst was not quenched, his hunger was not sated; he would never have his fill when it came to his female. He would always want more.
But he hadn’t wanted to startle her, hadn’t wanted to scare her, hadn’t wanted to push the boundaries they were still determining and experimenting with. She’d agreed to his offer of pleasure last night. That did not mean she’d want it this morning. Even if he knew Tabitha was his, even if his body recognized it, even if it was a fact emblazoned on his heart, she’d not come to that understanding yet. Pushing too hard would scare her away.
Knowing all that, it had still been an immense struggle to stop himself. Somehow, he’d managed to simply lie there, holding her as she slept, relishing her warmth as he fought to ignore his arousal.
His discomfort had proven worthwhile when she’d roused in the morning and gifted him with the brightest, sexiest, most endearing smile in all existence.
Zevris clenched his jaw and took the soapy scrub brush to the spatula, battling back the urge to press his pelvis against the counter. It wouldn’t alleviate the pressure. Only one thing could do that.
Only one person could do that.
“I could get used to this,” Tabitha said from the table behind him.
A flare of hope shone bright within Zevris; dangerous as it might’ve been, he didn’t try to extinguish it. As he rinsed the spatula, he asked, “Used to what?”
“A man doing all the cooking and cleaning. If you want to woo a woman, this right here is how you do it.”
He placed the spatula in the drainboard, turned off the water, and glanced over his shoulder while he dried his hands on a dishtowel.
Tabitha was sitting with an elbow on the table, chin in hand, and the fingers of her other hand wrapped around her steaming mug of tea. Though she’d been awake for at least an hour, her eyes were still half-lidded, shining with a contented, dreamlike gleam.
They were also very clearly fixated upon Zevris’s backside.
He grinned and arched a brow. “My eyes are up here, female.”
Her lips stretched into a slow smile. “I know. Just enjoying the view.”
Zevris’s tail twitched, and he lifted it higher. “Oh?”
Tabitha laughed, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “Have I mentioned that I really like tails?”
With a snicker, Zevris turned to face her, leaning back against the counter’s edge—but making sure to keep his tail in motion. There were already several ideas drifting through his mind on how to take advantage of the information she’d just shared, and each of them only made his grin widen.
“Noted, Nykasha. I look forward to helping you like them even more.”
Her eyes dipped to his groin, and the deepening red on her cheeks told Zevris that she knew very well what was on his mind. Tilting her chin down, she looked at her mug; her smile didn’t fade.
Dexter, currently lying on the kitchen floor, abruptly lifted his head. He turned toward the living room with his ears perked. A moment later, he got to his feet and made his way into the other room, lured by the sound of another dog barking somewhere outside.