“You think it’s a good idea?”
“It has more merit than murder,” he admits. “Less blood.”
“Heaps less.” I laugh, and Killan brushes a strand of hair away from my brow.
“Will you let me cut your hairs, when we return to the house?” he asks. “I do not think you enjoy them being so long.”
“It is getting out of hand.” I wrap my arms about him, loving how easily he agreed to help with my documentary (and with my hair). “Who knew—when we’re not busy arguing, we get along quite well.”
“We do.” He bows his head, pressing kisses along the line of my jaw. “Although I am going to be disappointed if we never argue again.”
“Wait until I’m halfway through filming my three-part documentary and bossing you around to help with lighting and sound and…” I can’t think of a third thing, partly because I don’t have experience with film production, and partly because Killan is kissing his way down my throat, the decorative scales on his lips adding delightfully to the experience.
“A three-part documentary?”
“Yep, or a feature-length movie. Might as well try to make some money from our misery.”
“Pragmatic,” he murmurs, and it’s his compliment as much as his lips against my skin that sends a spark of pleasure along my nerve endings. “I love your scent.”
“I’m a bit sweaty,” I admit. “It’s the damn humidity down here.”
“The scent of your sweat, yes. And your desire.”
“My what?”
He cups my pussy through my panties.
“You can smell that?!”
“Delicious.”
“Oh God.” I’m suddenly remembering all the times I’d been having sex thoughts and dreams about Killan and thinking I was doing a great job of hiding how horny I was. I press my thighs together, trapping his hand in place, because his fingers are at just the right angle, and if I could get some friction?—
He slips my T-shirt over my head, catches hold of my right hand in one of his and lifts it into the air. It takes a second for mybrain to catch up, too focused on his fingers between my legs to realize his intention until he’s licking my sweaty armpit.
“Holy fuck!” How was that both disgusting and hot?
“I wish to lick you everywhere.”
“You mean?—”
“Everywhere.” And Killan is laying me onto the pile of my clothes as smoothly as any practiced Prince Charming. I glide my hands over his scales, wanting to touch every part of him I can reach. Wanting to put yesterday’s exploration into practice.
The Lydia I was before the cave ceiling collapsed would be furious at my submission. She’d probably spend an hour yelling at me, ranting about all the reasons why I shouldn’t be giving up on my dream to return to Earth.
Well, fuck her. She was in serious denial and probably in desperate need of counseling.
Actually…I imagine I’m still in need of counseling. Like Briar and Harlee said, being abducted has messed us up.
But letting go of my denial—in the end, that was as easy as I’d always feared.
Depressingly easy.
Wonderfully easy.
When I reach his pocket, his cock is already hard, and it takes little pressure to release it. I wrap my hand around him, the single part that isn’t covered in scales.
He’s a fraction warmer down here too, practically radiating heat, something I hadn’t noticed before. I love how different we are from each other. While it’s our similarities that sometimes threaten to tear us apart; it’s our differences that make this exhilarating. What Killan once said about me holds true for him too.Heis the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m finally excited about us having so much future time together, to learn and to explore.
