Zantharians must not have a lick of modesty. How refreshing. To live free.
Taking a long breath, she picked up the final pastry on her plate and ate it, hoping like hell that her skin would cool. The room felt blistering hot all of a sudden. Why didn’t she touch him? To see how soft his skin was or if the pulsing was a current of sorts?
She licked the last drops of the sweet morsel off her fingers and glanced up, X’s eyes locked on to her. The glowing ring around his pupils seemed larger than ever and his skin began darkening, taking on a recognizable purple tint.
Fear rushed through her. She wanted him, too… bad. Time to change the subject as sleeping with men never did anything but break her heart in the long run. Why she couldn’t just be open to casual sex for the pleasure of it was beyond her, but she couldn’t.
"Where to next?" she asked.
X reached over and took her hand, tugging it toward his lips until her wet, sugary fingers slipped into his mouth. He sucked softly at them, his tongue rolling around each digit in the warmth of his mouth.
“Oh, God,” she muttered, her eyes closing as she tried to get ahold of herself. It felt so good to have his attention, his affection.
He released her and smiled, licking at his lips. “Delicious. I want more of you, Earthling. Come to bed with me and I’ll make sure you feel more pleasure than you ever have.”
“I can’t. What’s next on the agenda?” She wiped at her fingers, pulling herself together as best she could. The light fluttering in her stomach was nothing compared to the beating of her heart. She glanced down to ensure her skin wasn’t lifting and falling in rhythm to it.
"Right. Where to next?" He stood and rolled his shoulders. The thick press of his arousal was more than obvious at the front of his sarong, but he didn’t seem to mind her noticing.
"That's what I just asked." She averted her gaze and put her plate on top of his.
"I know. I was just thinking out loud." He became silent, his gaze floating to the ceiling as if trying to discern their next steps.
Sylvie fought to keep her eyes off of him, but it was a battle she lost. He was just so fucking hot. His intriguing eyes. His prominent nose and lush lips that were soft yet firm. Lips that had sent pleasurable little shivers of electricity through her body.
Her breath caught as she let herself enjoy the vision of him in front of her. Long, solid muscles that were lean and not bulky with a thick chest and arms that she couldn’t stop staring at.
She imagined him taking her into his arms, lifting her so that her legs slid around his hips. Would she be so bold to grind herself against him? Her body flooded with desire and she reached for a small towel and pressed it to her lips before standing.
“You smell so good. Did you know that Earthling females put out a scent when they are primed and ready to be taken by their mates?” He moved toward her as she took a tentative step back.
“Um, no. Maybe animals on Earth, but females don’t do that.” She was lying, but it was far too embarrassing to admit that she was putting off that odor. She couldn’t smell it, but by the look on his face, he could.
“You are putting off that enticing smell. You enjoy what you see when you look at me. I can tell. Come to my bed for the afternoon. Let me touch you.” He took another step toward her and she steeled herself, not willing to back down, but unsure of how to move forward.
Why am I even considering it? If I won't do it for a ticket home, why would I do it otherwise?
Why indeed? Maybe because he was the most attractive male she'd ever met. He aroused her like no human male ever had, which was dangerous. Her body ached in all the right places, but sadly enough, by her calculations as a scientist, they would never fit together. He was far too large for her. Perhaps if she had been more promiscuous in her younger days, but she hadn’t. Sex seemed to cloud the water and her career was far more important than a romp in the sheets.
Besides, she was there on a scientific mission. Even though things had not turned out as planned, the mission had not changed. The best strategy now was to return home with the information she'd amassed. Earth had to be told about the Zantharians, and the Hareema.
Especially the Hareema.
X's expression grew hungry as he reached out and slid his hands down her arms. “Stop fighting yourself on this. You want it as bad as I do.”
“X, I can’t. My body is tied to my heart and to give my body to you and leave would be…” She turned and picked up their plates, walking them to the console and ignoring the desire that blasted through her as he growled in frustration. "Did you figure out our next move?"
"I did." He was right behind her, his voice low and blisteringly sexy. He pressed his fingers into her hips and tugged her back, sliding his erection along the soft curves of her rear as he leaned over and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “I understand your concern. No sex just yet, but let me taste you. Don’t deny me that.”
A tremor went through her as she turned and looked up at him. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if…”
He pressed a finger to her lips and smiled. “Hush. You analyze everything and talk far too much.”
She started to respond as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted, setting her down on the counter in front of him. His thick fingers pressed into her thighs, pushing the material of her shorts up. Was she ready for this? No.
“X. I really think—”
He brushed his hand up the soft skin between her breasts and pushed her back. “Lay back and be quiet unless you’re moaning. You can tell me how I’m doing by the soft, sweet sounds you make. I like them. They tug at my desire to mark your tight little body with my scent.”
