Tamed By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,7
fabric adapts to the wearer’s body, and it’ll cling to your skin. It can be hard to put it on but, once you’ve done it, you won’t even feel it’s on your body.”
“I see,” she mutters, looking down at the bunched-up fabric in her hands. Slowly, she then raises her gaze so she’s looking at me. I just remain there, staring back at her, when her eyebrows start rising expectantly. “Well?”
“What?”
“Turn around,” she says. “You’re not expecting me to undress in front of you. Right?”
“Of course not,” I hurry to say, although the thought of it is enough to have my pulse quicken. Inevitably, my eyes fall from hers and I take in the perfect contour of her body, her tapered waist making my fingers twitch. When I finally turn my back to her, I have to do it forcefully, my heart tightening into a fist. It’s hard to process the fact that she’s going to be half-naked mere feet away from me.
“No peeking.” I hear the rustle of fabric as she removes her blouse, and then the dull pop of the clasp on her bra. Immediately, I feel a knot on my throat, my mind busy weaving images of her naked breasts, and I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to regain my composure. Closing my eyes, I try to think of possible upgrades to my beam pistol, but even the sublime physics of it seem to pale in comparison to Thrase’s half-naked body.
“Get a hold of yourself,” I mutter under my breath.
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“I, huh, it was nothing,” I reply, doing my best not to sound like an awkward idiot. Surprisingly, it’s harder than I expected it to be. “I was just thinking out loud.” Slowly, I turn around to see her wearing the vest, the fabric hugging her curves so tightly there’s little left to the imagination. I swallow hard, trying to whip my mind into submission. “It looks nice on you.”
“Thank you.” Reaching for the other vest lying on the bench, she throws it at me. “Aren’t you going to wear yours?”
“Yeah, of course,” I reply, and then remove my shirt with a single flowing motion. As I put the vest over my head, I notice her staring at my naked torso from the corner of her eyes. My heart jumps up as she runs her tongue over her lips, no more than a subconscious gesture, and it becomes almost impossible to think straight.
Just think of something else, I tell myself. Concentrated laser beams, ion particles, advanced beam weaponry, quantum field, and—
Suddenly, she leans forward and props one foot up on the workbench, the fabric of her pants stretching to accommodate the perfect curves of her ass and thighs.
The curves are hypnotizing and I find a bevy of lust coursing through my veins.
My jaw almost drops to the floor, my eyes becoming as wide as plates.
“How do you strap this thing on?” she asks me in a casual tone, struggling to place her gun holster around her waist. Clearly, she hasn’t realized what’s going on inside my head. That’s for the best.
“Here, I’ll help you,” I say, and then walk around the bench so I’m standing beside her. Carefully, I grab the straps on the holster and fasten them around her waist, my knuckles brushing against her backside momentarily. As I feel the softness of her flesh underneath the fabric, my heart goes from jumping inside my ribcage to kicking and punching it. “Right, it’s done now.”
“Yeah, it is,” she mutters, her lips slightly parted as she looks into my eyes. Her voice has gone mellow, and her chest is rising and falling in a deeper way. Mentally, I do a quick scan of the human physiology papers I’ve read, trying to assess if she’s truly aroused, and then bite the inside of my cheek. This isn’t the time for science.
This is the time for instinct.
Holding my breath, I let my gaze be drawn to her full lips, their redness promising an intoxicating flavor. My lips part of their own accord, and I reach for her with one hand, my fingertips gently caressing her cheek. Before I know that I’m doing it, I start leaning in, my eyelids close, and—
The armory door slides open, and a very loud Kintar steps in.
“I’ve heard there’s a party going on,” he says. “Who needs some muscle in their team?”
Chapter Four
Thrase
Without even thinking about it, I jump away from Zander.
Nervously running one hand through my hair,