“They look like a male’s sack,” he said, his eyebrows knitting in concentration as he stared at the ornament. “What kind of strange religious ritual do you have that you worship testicles?”
“That’s not what it is,” I said as I made one last attempt to grab the decoration from his hands. I shifted a little further forward and toppled off the chair.
And directly on top of Jon.
He rolled backward under my weight, cushioning my fall to lie flat on his back on the carpet, one of his large hands on my waist and the other cupping one side of my arse. His fingers flexed, digging into my flesh, and I shivered. My legs slipped open, so I was straddling him. The very prominent bulge of his cocks pressed exactly where I needed them, and I felt them thickening as his big hand tugged me closer and his hips lifted to grind against me.
Well, he’s definitely interested.
I tilted my head up, my face merely inches away from his. The vertical pupils of his eyes pulsed with his heartbeat, going larger and smaller as his eyes traced my features. My breath came fast, my hands braced against his chest.
As if of their own accord, those traitorous fingers wandered, sliding up over the powerful muscles of hispectorals and shoulders to disappear into the mass of his hair. It was so smooth, so silky. I wondered what it would feel like draped all over me. There was so much of it, completely unlike how the men that I knew wore their hair and was much longer than my own.
One of his hands slid from my waist to the back of my neck, cupping my head in his firm grasp. The other kneaded the flesh of my backside and I rolled my hips against his straining erections, eliciting a groan from both of us.
I felt drawn to Jon, like this was inevitable. He had traveled across the galaxy at exactly the same time that I was walking across the stone circle. It was more than magnetic.
That was my last thought before his lips met mine.
The first touch was whisper light, the barest touch. And yet I burned.
What would it be like for him to make love to me?
And then I lost the ability to think as he deepened the kiss. Our mouths moved together, and I lost all sense of where he finished and where I began. Jon learned me. He teased me, tested me, gave, and took in equal measure, until I was panting.
When he eased our mouths apart, he smiled slow and wide. And I felt an answering pull of joy, as if my soul and his had spoken. Yes, he was leaving tonight. But we had this one day—Christmas day—and we would make the most of it together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jon
The next hour was one of the most joyful of my entire life. Kitty directed me to hang the ornaments on the tree, and I followed her instructions. I learned that the decoration I had thought was a pair of testicles was actually her attempt as a child to make something she had called a snowman. I had never been on a planet with enough snow to make a snowman, at least not as a child when such things were attempted, even for Gnaggarrians of such a low rank as myself.
I pushed the thought aside, just enjoying spending time with Kitty. The kiss we had shared was the most powerful of my entire existence. The promise of more sustaining me as we finished decorating her tree. I bent my head to breathe in her delicious scent whenever she came near, which I made sure to do frequently. My cocks had been hard almost constantly, and I was ready to toss her over my shoulder and carry her to her sleeping platform.
“Can you hang the angel right on the very top of the tree, please?” she asked, as if I could deny her anything. Even having only known her for one day.
There was something about Kitty, something that pulled at me deep inside. Something that I couldn't have denied even if I'd wanted to.
I knew that I only had mere hours before I had to leave, but the thought of leaving without her tore at my heart.
Don't think about it.
“Anything you want.” It was closer to the truth than I care to admit. Considering my height, it was easy for me to reach the very top of the tree and I placed the angel as carefully as I could.
I took a step back, glancing at Kitty. The smile lit up her face was worth moving entire planets.
“Thank you so much,” she said. “I would never have been able to get it done so quickly, especially with this.” She gestured toward her foot that I had insisted she place on a stool. She had tried to stand, but had become tired, so I had insisted she sit.
“It was my pleasure.” I grinned. The light-hearted expression felt natural around Kitty, and I wondered at the change that had come over me.
“Now, let me take care of you.” I walked slowly toward Kitty and held out my hand. I was asking her to accept me, to accept everything I could offer her.
She looked from my hand to me and back to my hand once more. I watched her face, the play of emotions pulling something deep inside me. She hesitantly placed her hand in mine, her fingers small against my larger palm. “Don't hurt me.”
“Never.” I felt a rush of affection for this small, bravewoman that was rapidly overprinted by something more primal and fierce.
Mine.
