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could back away.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He tugged, but only slightly. This guy ripped apart an Army convoy with his bare hands. If he had wanted me to let go, there’d be no stopping him.
“You’re not hurting me.” I pulled him closer and ran my hands down his hard, contoured chest. He seemed a smidgen taller. He trembled. His skin stung and blazed through me. Did my touch chill him just as much as his burned me?
One of his hands covered mine, sandwiching my fingers between what felt like two heating pads. He brushed our cheeks together. The tingle was instantaneous, flying through me and coating every inch of me in delight. I’d spent the last two months trying to convince myself that feeling was my over-active imagination, but if this were my imagination, I wouldn’t mind losing myself in it forever.
“I missed you, Jess.”
A big, painful ball formed in my throat. If I said anything, I knew I’d start sobbing. Instead, I slipped my arms around him and cuddled up to his chest. Everyone told me what I’d felt out in the woods with David had been my imagination or a product of alien mind control. As sweet, gentle energy seeped into me and blanketed my soul in its safe, wonderful embrace, I could finally take solace in knowing they were wrong.
David loved me. I could actually feel it.
I desperately needed to make his body echo with my feelings—to send sensations through him like he did to me. I licked my lips and leaned up. It didn’t take more than that. His lips covered mine, as if he’d been waiting for my permission.
Permission granted.
His tongue darted into my mouth as his hands smoothed up my back. The energy inside me heated to nearly unbearable depths, but I didn’t care. I needed him more than I needed to breathe.
I sucked his tongue farther into my mouth, triggering a deep growl that tickled against my lips. My hands heated and stung as I rubbed my palms over his bare, solid shoulders. My body shook. Sweat beaded at my temples. My breathing became staggered. A pressure built inside me, maddened me. I thought I might explode. I tightened my grip on his shoulders and ran my fingers up his neck, desperate to tangle my knuckles in his …
My fingers ran across a clean, bare scalp. Where was his hair?
Startled, I released the kiss with a gasp. David backed away from me. The intensity, the need, the pressure drained away as if someone had unstopped the sink. My body cooled, and when I closed my eyes, I heard—I actually heard—tears trickle down his cheeks. How was that even possible?
“David, I’m sorry.”
His breathing seemed labored, lost between what I knew were sobs. I reached out for him, but he backed away again.
“David, please turn on the lights.”
“No. This is exactly why I met you in the dark.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve done research on your culture. Appearance is important. Very important. Without lights, you didn’t see me. You saw Jared Linden.”
Guilty as charged. At least a smidge.
I squinted, trying to see through the veil of nothingness. “All right, listen, that’s true, but it doesn’t mean what you think. My memories of you are all in your human form. That’s all I know. I saw the real you for all of thirty seconds before you left the planet.” I rubbed my face. How could I make him understand? “I care about you , David. Not what you look like. I’ve been lost since you left. The only time I’ve felt complete since that night was in your arms just now.” God that sounded stupid. Why couldn’t I explain how I felt? “I need you. It doesn’t matter what color you are or where you’re from. Nothing is going to change how I feel.”
The silence sliced through me with the mercy of the dullest knife ever invented.
My body hummed as he moved closer.
“That morning,” he whispered in my ear from behind, “when they stripped my mask, you smiled.”
I remembered him stepping into the beacon, and watching his human
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He tugged, but only slightly. This guy ripped apart an Army convoy with his bare hands. If he had wanted me to let go, there’d be no stopping him.
“You’re not hurting me.” I pulled him closer and ran my hands down his hard, contoured chest. He seemed a smidgen taller. He trembled. His skin stung and blazed through me. Did my touch chill him just as much as his burned me?
One of his hands covered mine, sandwiching my fingers between what felt like two heating pads. He brushed our cheeks together. The tingle was instantaneous, flying through me and coating every inch of me in delight. I’d spent the last two months trying to convince myself that feeling was my over-active imagination, but if this were my imagination, I wouldn’t mind losing myself in it forever.
“I missed you, Jess.”
A big, painful ball formed in my throat. If I said anything, I knew I’d start sobbing. Instead, I slipped my arms around him and cuddled up to his chest. Everyone told me what I’d felt out in the woods with David had been my imagination or a product of alien mind control. As sweet, gentle energy seeped into me and blanketed my soul in its safe, wonderful embrace, I could finally take solace in knowing they were wrong.
David loved me. I could actually feel it.
I desperately needed to make his body echo with my feelings—to send sensations through him like he did to me. I licked my lips and leaned up. It didn’t take more than that. His lips covered mine, as if he’d been waiting for my permission.
Permission granted.
His tongue darted into my mouth as his hands smoothed up my back. The energy inside me heated to nearly unbearable depths, but I didn’t care. I needed him more than I needed to breathe.
I sucked his tongue farther into my mouth, triggering a deep growl that tickled against my lips. My hands heated and stung as I rubbed my palms over his bare, solid shoulders. My body shook. Sweat beaded at my temples. My breathing became staggered. A pressure built inside me, maddened me. I thought I might explode. I tightened my grip on his shoulders and ran my fingers up his neck, desperate to tangle my knuckles in his …
My fingers ran across a clean, bare scalp. Where was his hair?
Startled, I released the kiss with a gasp. David backed away from me. The intensity, the need, the pressure drained away as if someone had unstopped the sink. My body cooled, and when I closed my eyes, I heard—I actually heard—tears trickle down his cheeks. How was that even possible?
“David, I’m sorry.”
His breathing seemed labored, lost between what I knew were sobs. I reached out for him, but he backed away again.
“David, please turn on the lights.”
“No. This is exactly why I met you in the dark.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve done research on your culture. Appearance is important. Very important. Without lights, you didn’t see me. You saw Jared Linden.”
Guilty as charged. At least a smidge.
I squinted, trying to see through the veil of nothingness. “All right, listen, that’s true, but it doesn’t mean what you think. My memories of you are all in your human form. That’s all I know. I saw the real you for all of thirty seconds before you left the planet.” I rubbed my face. How could I make him understand? “I care about you , David. Not what you look like. I’ve been lost since you left. The only time I’ve felt complete since that night was in your arms just now.” God that sounded stupid. Why couldn’t I explain how I felt? “I need you. It doesn’t matter what color you are or where you’re from. Nothing is going to change how I feel.”
The silence sliced through me with the mercy of the dullest knife ever invented.
My body hummed as he moved closer.
“That morning,” he whispered in my ear from behind, “when they stripped my mask, you smiled.”
I remembered him stepping into the beacon, and watching his human
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