With an admirable quickness, her face softened again. "Ah yes, that's right. We're the first aliens you've met."
She jumped off the table and moved closer to him. Sweeping out her arms to the side, she gave him a grin. "So what do you think of us?"
Her nearness was filling him with impure thoughts, and he flirted with the idea of telling her exactly what was on his mind.I think you're the most intriguing creature I've ever seen and I want to bury myself deep inside your lush heat.
Instead, he kept his wits about him. "Not bad," he said, hoping disinterest was evident in his tone.
"Oh," she said. "I suppose we're not that exciting to you. Are we too much like you humans to pique your interest?"
Without warning she gave a slow spin, attempting to highlight her toned body. When facing away from him, she gave him a coy look over her shoulder. "We're not striking enough for you?"
Jeffrey swallowed hard as his eyes made their way down her supple back to her behind. It was just slightly rounded but with a firmness that made his mouth water.
Kat'Chinna finished her spin and faced him. She raised her arms, running her hands along her carefully-confined hair before clasping them behind her head. "I suppose we're not as plush as most human women."
He couldn't stop his eyes from traveling down her luscious body. Her breasts were small but pert, in this position barely confined behind a band of woven fabric that resembled seaweed. Her torso was smooth but clearly concealing tight and well-toned muscles.
Tight shorts highlighted her well-developed thighs, and he almost lost it for a moment when he imagined those thighs wrapped around his waist, or better yet, resting on his shoulders while he tasted the sweetness trapped between them.
And her legs, now they were truly remarkable. Lithe and limber, he knew she would be an agile sexual partner. Those legs seemed to go on forever.
Jeffrey could imagine himself licking her from her toes upward, traveling every inch of those sinuous curves until he reached her sweet center.
The alien female dropped her arms and moved a couple of paces closer until he could smell her faint aroma. It reminded him of his trips to the Gulf Coast when he was a child. She was such an alluring creature, it was almost impossible for him to hold back his desire when she put herself on display in such a manner.
It took every ounce of his strength to say nothing. He gave a short shrug of one shoulder and looked down, pulling up one hand and pretending to examine his nails.
Apparently, his indifference drove her to increase the intensity of her interrogation. She reached out and put a finger under his chin, lifting his face up to meet her gaze. "Even if you don't find the Zantharian female form pleasing, I can't admit to the same. You're very handsome."
Jeffrey almost couldn't make out her words through the haze of longing he felt when he saw her eyes again up close. That golden ring around the deep dark of her pupils was hypnotic. He didn't know how long he'd be able to hold out against her feminine wiles. Not when he wanted her as badly as he did.
"It's hard to believe you have no mate," she said, her voice almost cooing. "Human females must throw themselves at you constantly."
"I do alright," he managed to croak at last. "I've had no complaints."
"I can believe that," she said, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips. "I wouldn't complain if I had a handsome, strapping mate like you."
She removed her hand from his chin and straightened again. "Still, I imagine it must be difficult, stuck on a ship out in the depths of space. It's not easy to maintain a relationship under those conditions."
"It's not," he admitted, not seeing the harm in agreeing.
"Always on duty, one mission following the next, never knowing when you'll be home again to kiss your sweetheart."
She clasped her hands behind her back and seemed to stare off into the distance. "It's lonely out in space. Only your crew to keep you company. Relationships between crewmembers are heavily discouraged on Zanthar. I imagine it is similar on Earth?"
Jeffrey nodded. Although some crew were known to engage in extracurricular activities while aboard their ships, it was generally frowned upon and could lead to a court martial. Duty came first in space. Relationships were a very distant second.
"It can be so hard, sleeping alone each night. Missing the feelings of another's arms around you. Trying to remember how your lover's skin felt against yours to ward off the coldness of space."
Her soft sigh was nearly his downfall. She sounded so sincere. Kat'Chinna was a creature of duty like him. Her loneliness was almost palpable.
"It would be nice to have a friend," she said softly. "Someone beyond the crew. Someone I could trust to keep me warm. To keep my secrets. Don't you agree?"
"Yes." He hadn't realized he'd said the word until it was already out of his mouth. "Yes, it would."
"I can be that friend," she said, leaning close again until her lips were mere inches away from his ear. "I want to be that friend. You can trust me, Jeffrey."
She blew gently on his ear and he couldn't disguise the shiver that went through him. "You can tell me anything."
