My first kiss on Earth, and oh. My. God. Thistastes like Earth heaven. Her lips feel like a warm, soft landing after decades of falling. My hands slide into her hair, and I pull her closer, tasting her, holding her, feeling her warmth, her softness. She tastes like fresh Earth tomatoes, sunlight,air, and I need more. So much fucking more. I grip her face in my hands and lick the corner of her lips that still tastes like sauce. Her arms reach up around my neck, and she pushes her body into mine. She wants to be close to me too! I can’t believe it! And I want to be so fucking close to her! Forget close. I want to be inside her.Needto be inside her.
With her arms high around me, I can feel that her sweatshirt has ridden up her back. I can’t fucking help myself, I drag my hands down through the soft tendrils of her hair, down her back and to her ass… and it’s fuckingbare.No panties?! Holy shit! My hands grab and squeeze her ass while my heart catches fire, my cock throbbing with need for her, my soul yearning for hers.
Gods, it’s been so long, will I even know what to do?
As my tongue thrusts into her mouth, my hands keep exploring below. I find a little scrap of material at her waist andrealize she’s not bare. She’s wearing some kind of tiny panty thing.
I grip it with both hands and easily rip through the material. Super-strength is useful for so many tasks.
She gasps and then lets out a laugh. “They were expensive! Calvin Klein!”
“How much could such a tiny scrap of cotton cost?” I ask, holding the ripped thing in the air and frowning at it. How the hell does this thing perform as underwear?
She smiles, and gods, she’s beautiful. “You owe me twenty bucks,” she says, but I don’t think she cares about the panties.At all.
“I’ll buy you more,” I mumble into her neck, dropping the scrap to the floor.
“Oh, sure, I can just see you shopping for women’s underwear!” A giggle rises up from her chest, and it warms me in a way I never felt before. Sex in the pods wasn’t like this. It wasn’twarm.It was clinical. Purposeful. A quick fuck against a wall so you didn’t go space-crazy.
I slide my fingers between her legs andshe’s wet. I shove a finger inside her and we both fucking moan. She’s ready. So warm, wet, tight, ready for my cock. Good.
Fucking her is going to feel amazing. The release I’ve been needing for years.
Squeezing her ass, I lift her easily. She opens her legs and wraps them around me. I shove her against the nearest wall and press my body into hers. She’s all soft and warm, and she smells like snow and lilies and sweet winter berries.
I hold her against the wall with one hand and shove my jeans down with the other. I line up my cock, so ready to shove it inside her…
But I don’t. I just freeze.
Becausemy cock is fucking glowing.
CHAPTER 7
Clara
One second he’s about to fuck me up against the wall, the next he’s dropping me, zipping his pants back up and looking at me like I’m a gray alien who’s just appeared in his kitchen.
“What just happened?” I pant, trying to catch my breath after the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“I can’t?—”
“Seems like you could just a second ago.”
“Well, things change.”
God, I should have known. I knew he was an asshole. Why did I think anything would be different if we screwed? Usually that only makes guys even bigger assholes.
Still, I can’t help the words from tumbling out of me — “Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”
He runs a hand across the sexy dark scruff on his jaw. “No. Not you. Me.”
A loud “Ha!” flies from my lips. “You know what?” I say, the rejection stinging too deep for me to stay in his presence, in his house, for a moment longer. “I’m just… I’m leaving.”
I rush out of the kitchen, shove my feet into my boots, grab my purse and yank the door open. It’s still snowing, and my car is half covered with snow, but I don’t have a choice. I can’t stay in that cabin with that man for a second longer!
I unlock the car, but I can’t pull the door open. There’s too much fucking snow!
“Clara!” he calls out.
