Page 12 of Right on Time

Oh, boy. The idea of them being in that intimate position – again – made Chloe weak at the knees. It had felt so good to be surrounded by his body and wings last time, so comfy and secure. And hot, in every sense of the word.

“Are you sure, Nitiel?” she asked when he went to sit in the pilot seat, shoulders rigid, face hardened.

“I must keep you warm, Loe,” he declared, eyes not on her but the starry view straight ahead. “I cannot allow any harm to come to you. My mission and honor dictate it.”

“Your mission, right.” The reminder that he was taking her toward an arranged marriage was like a bucket of cold water on the recently ignited flame in her belly.

So much for her thinking what a situation straight out of a romance novel this was, where the leads conveniently had no other choice but to share body heat to survive. There would be nothing romantic in what was to come, just Nitiel doing his duty to his Commander Curly Horn.

It wasn’t that Chloe wanted something romantic to happen between her and the hot extraterrestrial currently waiting for her to climb in his lap. Nope. Not at all. She couldn’t stand his company. Spending the trip in his lap would be terribly awkward.

But what choice did she have? She was shivering from the cold at this point.

“Loe?” Nitiel sounded as nervous as he looked in the pilot seat. His big hands were gripping the armrests.

Chloe realized that what they were about to do was totally improper by his book. Yet, he was going to go through with it like a good soldier.

She squared her shoulders, went to him and briskly took her flats off. “Let’s do this.”

He outstretched his wings and offered her a hand. The perfect gentleman.

Who Chloe had to climb like a tree, literally. Could things get any more embarrassing?

Apparently, yes.

“Loe, what are you…?”

“I’m trying to sit astride you, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“You’re wiggling.”

“Yes, because you’re hard all over. It’s not easy to find a comfortable position on top of you. But now I think I found it.”

“You’re comfortable?”

“Hmmm… No. My feet are peeking through your wing feathers like this, I’ll freeze my toes off. I might have to try another position.”

“Loe.”

“What?”

“You must stop wiggling.”

“Sorry, just a bit longer… There. This forward-facing position should do it.”

“Should or is?”

“Actually… Nope. With my legs dangling over yours like this, they’ll fall asleep in just a few minutes.”

“Loe!”

“What? I have to turn around–”

“No. More. Wiggling.”

“Okay, but just a sec–”

Chloe squeaked as Nitiel’s hands gripped her waist. And repositioned her until she was straddling him, her breasts pressed into his chest and their lower bodies locked in the most intimate of ways. Leaving no doubt as to why he had had a problem with her wiggling.

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