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She wanted to feel, to think that she was the most important person in someone’s life just once. Not just someone, but the man who she gave her body to. She wanted to be cherished, but she didn’t want to be coddled or treated like she couldn’t figure out her own life. Yeah, screw it. She wanted what almost everyone wanted. She just wanted it to a higher degree.
She had only known him for a couple of days, but she felt alive with him. If she were sixteen, she would sneak out of a window for him and defy her parents if need be. But she was an adult who was thinking of running.
“No. I am not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
They sat in silence again. Neither of them talking, for ten, fifteen minutes or longer, it didn’t really matter. The longer they sat the safer she felt. Not because the darn door was there. No, whatever he turned into could have pulled the door off of the hinges. She felt safe because she felt protected. How weird was that?
“I am coming out.”
Chapter Twelve
She came out slowly. She didn’t want to provoke the beast. He had moved to the other side of the room, giving her plenty of space. Even now he proved he would not hurt her.
“So what now?” It was her turn to ask that question. “What do we do now?”
His eyes blazed at her. She knew exactly what he wanted to do, but she couldn’t go there, right? She still had to be afraid, see him as the invading alien and call that hotline.
She couldn’t see him as a sexy man, because he wasn’t a sexy man. But he was a male, a damn sexy one.
“What makes you think we could even have sex?” She couldn’t meet his eyes, because she might start licking her lips in greed.
“We can. We would have never come here if we couldn’t.”
“Are you like the men from this planet?”
He gave a rough laugh and her stomach clenched. Oh sweet sanity, she must have lost it a long time ago.
“They wish. I am shaped like them, but that’s where we part ways.”
“Oh.” She wouldn’t be winning any awards for her one liners.
He was standing before her, still shirtless and shoeless. Nothing but those low slung jeans on. She wanted a taste. This time she didn’t look for her sanity. She just licked her lips.
“Sometimes.” His voice hit her like a caress. “It is better to show than tell.”
Her eyes widened as she watched his strong fingers undo the button to his pants. Oh sweet sanity she wanted to see. The rasp of the zipper as it went down made her want to squirm. His hands tucking into the waistband of his jeans made her knees weak. Then he slowly pushed them down.
She loved men who had that sexy V at their waist, the one she always wanted to kiss and lick. And look at that hair. Her fingers ached to touch it.
Holy mother of… he was huge. He was tilted up long and thick and proud. Really would he fit? What was on him? Hair?
“Is that hair?”
“No. They are feelers. They give extra pleasure to the one I am with and allow me to feel her pleasure.”
He took himself in his hand and caressed himself from base to tip. Her knees buckled. The shudder that went through him and the sexy ragged moan of need that came out of his mouth had her needy. She was jealous. She wanted to be the one touching him.
“You can touch if you want.”
Yeah, wouldn’t he like that? Wait, she was the one who would like that. She walked over to him like a puppet on a string. Her body refused to stay away. For once in her life she was going to step into the danger zone and trust him to keep her safe.
“You smell so good, doll. I want to roll in that scent. Devour it.”
She found herself smiling. He was the big bad alien here, but she was pretty sure she was the one who held the power.
Licking her lips again, she reached out and touched. Just his lips. She would take it slow. She hoped. She traced those firm lips with the pads of her fingers. So firm, slightly thick, she liked.
She placed her hands on his chest and stood on her toes trying
She wanted to feel, to think that she was the most important person in someone’s life just once. Not just someone, but the man who she gave her body to. She wanted to be cherished, but she didn’t want to be coddled or treated like she couldn’t figure out her own life. Yeah, screw it. She wanted what almost everyone wanted. She just wanted it to a higher degree.
She had only known him for a couple of days, but she felt alive with him. If she were sixteen, she would sneak out of a window for him and defy her parents if need be. But she was an adult who was thinking of running.
“No. I am not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
They sat in silence again. Neither of them talking, for ten, fifteen minutes or longer, it didn’t really matter. The longer they sat the safer she felt. Not because the darn door was there. No, whatever he turned into could have pulled the door off of the hinges. She felt safe because she felt protected. How weird was that?
“I am coming out.”
Chapter Twelve
She came out slowly. She didn’t want to provoke the beast. He had moved to the other side of the room, giving her plenty of space. Even now he proved he would not hurt her.
“So what now?” It was her turn to ask that question. “What do we do now?”
His eyes blazed at her. She knew exactly what he wanted to do, but she couldn’t go there, right? She still had to be afraid, see him as the invading alien and call that hotline.
She couldn’t see him as a sexy man, because he wasn’t a sexy man. But he was a male, a damn sexy one.
“What makes you think we could even have sex?” She couldn’t meet his eyes, because she might start licking her lips in greed.
“We can. We would have never come here if we couldn’t.”
“Are you like the men from this planet?”
He gave a rough laugh and her stomach clenched. Oh sweet sanity, she must have lost it a long time ago.
“They wish. I am shaped like them, but that’s where we part ways.”
“Oh.” She wouldn’t be winning any awards for her one liners.
He was standing before her, still shirtless and shoeless. Nothing but those low slung jeans on. She wanted a taste. This time she didn’t look for her sanity. She just licked her lips.
“Sometimes.” His voice hit her like a caress. “It is better to show than tell.”
Her eyes widened as she watched his strong fingers undo the button to his pants. Oh sweet sanity she wanted to see. The rasp of the zipper as it went down made her want to squirm. His hands tucking into the waistband of his jeans made her knees weak. Then he slowly pushed them down.
She loved men who had that sexy V at their waist, the one she always wanted to kiss and lick. And look at that hair. Her fingers ached to touch it.
Holy mother of… he was huge. He was tilted up long and thick and proud. Really would he fit? What was on him? Hair?
“Is that hair?”
“No. They are feelers. They give extra pleasure to the one I am with and allow me to feel her pleasure.”
He took himself in his hand and caressed himself from base to tip. Her knees buckled. The shudder that went through him and the sexy ragged moan of need that came out of his mouth had her needy. She was jealous. She wanted to be the one touching him.
“You can touch if you want.”
Yeah, wouldn’t he like that? Wait, she was the one who would like that. She walked over to him like a puppet on a string. Her body refused to stay away. For once in her life she was going to step into the danger zone and trust him to keep her safe.
“You smell so good, doll. I want to roll in that scent. Devour it.”
She found herself smiling. He was the big bad alien here, but she was pretty sure she was the one who held the power.
Licking her lips again, she reached out and touched. Just his lips. She would take it slow. She hoped. She traced those firm lips with the pads of her fingers. So firm, slightly thick, she liked.
She placed her hands on his chest and stood on her toes trying
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