My body responds to his boxer dance and I bite my lip.So sexy.I can’t believe he’s mine.Still not sure if he’s completely nuts, but he’s mine.
Rygar’s blue gaze lands on me and his nostrils flare.“Mate, you like seeing these on me.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.“Yes.”
Rygar approaches and my feet are rooted to the spot.He reaches me and cups my face in his hands.
His gaze drops.Pulse pounding, I lick my lips.Rygar takes it as an invitation.He lowers his mouth and claims mine with a hunger that whips through me in an instant.
His desire is like an out-of-control fire pouring into my mind.His need for me—ME—eats at him.
Any and every thought I had melts away.I wrap my arms around his impressive shoulders as Rygar hoists me into his arms like I weigh no more than a feather.
He lays me on the bed and follows me down.Instead of putting clothes on, I want them off.His palms move up until they’re holding my temples, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.
Before I can worry about the energy infusing my temples, something like a dam bursts inside me.Everything, and I do mean everything my drunk ass did last night, comes rushing back, clear as crystal.From the bar to the limo ride, the wedding, the tattoos, stealing a car and bringing Kiki home.I remember the animals showing up at the cabin as if they’d received a personal invitation.The buck kicked the door open when I was too slow letting him inside.
I remember being naked, pressed to the tile wall inside the large shower as Rygar made me scream his name, and the way he took gentle care, washing me from head to toe before we collapsed into bed.I thought we were finished, wrung out, but he took his time, moving inside me with a slow grind that made us both cry out.
Not sure if the contentment is coming from him or me, I close my eyes and feel like I’m the most beautiful, most desirable woman alive.The emotion must be coming from him, an unexpected gift.I wrap my legs around his waist and rock my hips against his growing erection.
“Mate, I have restored your memories.You told me you wished to talk.”
I press my palm against his cheek.Deep down I understand his utter devotion to me is stirring my emotions, opening parts of my heart I kept hidden before from fear of rejection.No more.I feel him wanting me.Needing me.This is not a game, it’s raw and exposed and so, so real.I need him inside me, like this.Feeling like this.
Every decision I made over the last few hours makes perfect sense to me now.There is no logic in this bond between us.It’s destiny.Fate.
BILL’s word comes back to me…soulmates.
“Make love with me… mate.”
On a rough male groan, he swoops in, resuming his devastating kiss.I touch him.Caress his muscular back with my fingers.He tugs my robe’s belt, shoving the thick fabric open.
Our hands are everywhere.Stroking.Caressing.
I help him shove the boxers down his legs and lift my hips as he drags the panties over my bottom and down my legs to toss them aside.
Then he’s back between my thighs.One minute I am empty, the next his hard shaft fills me to the brink of pain.My eyes roll back in my head as his hard length rubs against the bundle of nerves inside.Perfect.
I moan.
Memories, images from last night, assail me.He’s an alien.What does that mean for my life, for us?Especially when he’s talking about interstellar travel.What about my life here?What about the café?What about my parents and best friends?What happens to my dreams?Am I willing to walk away from him?
I feel him, his essence wrapped up with mine, staggering in the potency of the connection.His fiery red energy fills me.
Walk away from him?No.He’s mine.I know I need answers on what happens next.Later.I’ll get them later.
Gazing into his eyes as we move, I surrender.Heart, body, mind, I give him everything.In the tattoo parlor, we rushed, frantic to reach release.
An experience that bears repeating.
This?The slow glide of his body inside mine?The expression of pure adoration and devotion in his eyes?The fire building between us?The slow thrusting of his hips, his body buried so deep, I swear I feel him inside my heart?The sweet agony of letting go as my orgasm steals my breath?
Heaven.He is turning me inside out, creating something new.
Who cares if he’s from outer space?He treats me like I’m the most precious thing in the universe.After being treated like I don’t measure up by every other man I’ve ever been with, his reverence is a balm to my battered heart.
His fingers thread through mine.We clasp hands.Our breaths mingle as, like the tide, a second release builds until our bodies crash onto shore in a stunning kaleidoscope of sensations.
