Read Online Nicolas: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance by Serena Simpson - Free Book Online
Authors: Serena Simpson
Ads: Link
seemed to emphasize her breasts and stopped mid-thigh. This would definitely send the wrong message. She grabbed the matching robe. It didn’t offer much more, but it was better than nothing. Taking a deep breath, she walked out into the next room.
“See.” She gave him a smile she wasn’t feeling. “I’m fine.”
“Yes. You’re beautiful too.”
Where was he when she was a teenager? Forget it. She was just glad he’d finally shown up.
“I think we should talk.”
“Alright, let’s sit out here.” He led her to the sitting room and took a seat on one of the plush loveseats.
Janis sat on the other loveseat and bent her knees, placing her hands on them.
“Nicolas, I know you think I’m your mate, but I can assure you I’m not.” She gave him a gentle smile, not wanting to hurt him.
“Ok, do it.”
“What?” No, no, no she didn’t want to convince him that someone else was his mate not her.
“Assure me that you’re not my mate.”
What did you say to a man when he said something like that to you? Janis found herself casting around for words to say. She never thought he would challenge her statement.
“Ok. We haven’t known each other long enough to even think that could be possible. You only think you want me because you saved my life.”
He stood and walked over to her. “You have such small, beautiful hands.”
He picked up her small hand and examined each finger before moving to her palm. Tracing the patterns there, he watched her chest rise and fall.
“Can you feel my touch, Janis?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out slightly breathless. She felt the joy of his touch move through her. Again the sensation of pleasure and not pain had her wanting to throw herself at him.
“Good.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. “Can you feel me, Janis?”
“Yes.” She managed to get out without choking. “I definitely feel you.”
“Then we can do away with the word think. I want you. Do you know how many other women have been in my house? How many have been in my room, touching my intimately?”
“Every woman in her right mind?” Her hand was still pressed against his thick bulge. She was burning in the most pleasurable way. She wanted to wrap her hands around him. Stroke him.
The wave of jealousy she felt at the thought of other women was unreasonable. She knew that, but it came anyway. She’d hurt anyone who tried to touch him as long as she was around, even though she wasn’t his mate.
“None. Not one woman, Janis. I didn’t invite you here by mistake. Now, for your first statement. Time. How much time do you think it takes to know the person you want to spend the rest of your life with? Tell me when you met me you weren’t immediately drawn to me. Tell me when you met my eyes all those months ago, you didn’t run because of the overwhelming need you felt to be with me. Tell me something I can believe, Janis.”
She closed her eyes, trying to deny his words. She’d convinced herself it had been her imagination. She’d been so confused, she locked the memory up and forgot about it until now. No wonder she felt so comfortable with him. She remembered him, being drawn to him.
The desire to walk over to him and offer herself up like some goddess of love overwhelmed her and terrified her at the same time. She was willing to deal with unbearable pain to feel his caress on her skin. Instead she turned tail and ran for her peace of mind and for her safety.
She flexed her fingers and gripped his cock, feeling herself go up in flames. Someone help her. She wanted this male. How was she going to give him up like she knew she should?
His indrawn breath made her look at the hand that was caressing him. “You know I have never touched a male before. I don’t know what it feels like to caress the skin of one, to feel my hands on his stomach, tracing his muscles.”
“We could change that.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice was throaty, but she
“See.” She gave him a smile she wasn’t feeling. “I’m fine.”
“Yes. You’re beautiful too.”
Where was he when she was a teenager? Forget it. She was just glad he’d finally shown up.
“I think we should talk.”
“Alright, let’s sit out here.” He led her to the sitting room and took a seat on one of the plush loveseats.
Janis sat on the other loveseat and bent her knees, placing her hands on them.
“Nicolas, I know you think I’m your mate, but I can assure you I’m not.” She gave him a gentle smile, not wanting to hurt him.
“Ok, do it.”
“What?” No, no, no she didn’t want to convince him that someone else was his mate not her.
“Assure me that you’re not my mate.”
What did you say to a man when he said something like that to you? Janis found herself casting around for words to say. She never thought he would challenge her statement.
“Ok. We haven’t known each other long enough to even think that could be possible. You only think you want me because you saved my life.”
He stood and walked over to her. “You have such small, beautiful hands.”
He picked up her small hand and examined each finger before moving to her palm. Tracing the patterns there, he watched her chest rise and fall.
“Can you feel my touch, Janis?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out slightly breathless. She felt the joy of his touch move through her. Again the sensation of pleasure and not pain had her wanting to throw herself at him.
“Good.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. “Can you feel me, Janis?”
“Yes.” She managed to get out without choking. “I definitely feel you.”
“Then we can do away with the word think. I want you. Do you know how many other women have been in my house? How many have been in my room, touching my intimately?”
“Every woman in her right mind?” Her hand was still pressed against his thick bulge. She was burning in the most pleasurable way. She wanted to wrap her hands around him. Stroke him.
The wave of jealousy she felt at the thought of other women was unreasonable. She knew that, but it came anyway. She’d hurt anyone who tried to touch him as long as she was around, even though she wasn’t his mate.
“None. Not one woman, Janis. I didn’t invite you here by mistake. Now, for your first statement. Time. How much time do you think it takes to know the person you want to spend the rest of your life with? Tell me when you met me you weren’t immediately drawn to me. Tell me when you met my eyes all those months ago, you didn’t run because of the overwhelming need you felt to be with me. Tell me something I can believe, Janis.”
She closed her eyes, trying to deny his words. She’d convinced herself it had been her imagination. She’d been so confused, she locked the memory up and forgot about it until now. No wonder she felt so comfortable with him. She remembered him, being drawn to him.
The desire to walk over to him and offer herself up like some goddess of love overwhelmed her and terrified her at the same time. She was willing to deal with unbearable pain to feel his caress on her skin. Instead she turned tail and ran for her peace of mind and for her safety.
She flexed her fingers and gripped his cock, feeling herself go up in flames. Someone help her. She wanted this male. How was she going to give him up like she knew she should?
His indrawn breath made her look at the hand that was caressing him. “You know I have never touched a male before. I don’t know what it feels like to caress the skin of one, to feel my hands on his stomach, tracing his muscles.”
“We could change that.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice was throaty, but she
Similar Books
