Page 8 of Snowed in with the Alien Pilot

Reality crashed over her like a bucket of ice water. She’d driven him into a corner, but he watched her like a predator watched its prey. His jacket still draped around her shoulders, surrounding her with his scent. Naked from the waist up, his tanned skin contrasted with his silver hair. The contrast between the obvious power in his heavily muscled body and his gentle restraint made her head spin.

The atmosphere shifted, and her breath caught in her throat. Her finger still pressed against his chest, but it wasn’t an accusation anymore. Instead, it was a point of contact that sparked electricity through her with every breath. His heart thumped beneath her fingers, strong and almost as fast as a human’s.

Which washellishfast for a Latharian. Which meant his heart was pounding... at her touch. Her eyes widened as she lifted them to find him watching her.

“Evelyn.” Her name on his lips was barely more than a whisper, but it sent shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. The way he said it, like a prayer or a curse dragged from him, made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t in years.

Not as the Commandant, not as a diplomat... but as a woman.

He lifted a hand to wrap slowly around her wrist. His grip was gentle as he used it to pull her closer. And she didn’t fight him – her wrist caught in his grasp, their bodies inches apart, their gazes locked in silent challenge. His eyes burned into hers, filled with an emotion she couldn’t – or wouldn’t – name.

Then he snapped. Yanked her forward as he pushed away from the wall. Her smaller body crashed into his larger, harder one, his strong arm wrapping around her waist as his lips crashed down over hers.

He claimed her mouth with fierce demand, sending heat surging through her. The soft scratch of his stubble against her skin made her shiver as his scent, a blend of crisp cologne and something deeper, more primal, wrapped around her. Held her captive.

Every nerve in her body fired at once, a reaction as unexpected as it was intense. Her body pressed against his, her softer curves fitting against his hard planes perfectly, as if they were made to complement each other. Her hands found their way into his hair, the long, silky strands cool against her fingers, a contrast to the heat that radiated from his skin.

She responded to his hunger with her own, a deep, aching need that clawed at her insides, demanding more. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to sweep in, exploring, tangling with hers in a dance that was as sensual as it was intimate. A soft moan escaped her, the sound torn from the very depths of her being.

Her skin was too tight, too sensitive, like she needed something… more, something just out of reach. His breath was hot and ragged against her cheek as he broke away to kiss her jaw. His hands, strong and sure, gripped her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

“The moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen,” he admitted, his voice alow, sexy rasp. “You invaded my thoughts and nothing else mattered.”

What did she say to that? Whatcouldshe say to that?

She bit her lip as he leaned down and kissed along her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that sent a shiver down her spine. Arousal and surprise surged through her, and she dropped her head back to give him better access. A growl in the back of his throat, he slid a big hand over the back of her hips and pressed her against him.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she felt him against her, the thick bar of his cock hard against the softness of her belly. God, he was huge. Like built on bigger lines huge.

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Her gaze met his, clashed and held. The usual amusement she saw when he looked at her like he was privy to a joke he wasn’t telling her, or worse… that he found being at the academy—humans—amusing. Foundheramusing. All that was gone, and all she saw in his eyes was hunger. A deep, dark hunger that matched her own.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she looked at him. The heat of his body beat at her through her thin gown, and between one heartbeat and the next, her clothes felt too tight. Too constricting.

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The intensity of his kiss and the raw honesty in his confession shattered any defenses she’d thought she had against him. She’d always prided herself on her control, her ability to remain composed under pressure, but right at the moment, she wasn’t composed at all.

His touch was possessive as he slid a hand up her back to cup her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She clung to his broad shoulders, sensations coursing through her overwhelming

Her mind screamed at her to pull away, that this was a bad idea. But she couldn’t move. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, over the solidness of his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under her touch. The storm outside mirrored the chaos within her, a wild, untamed force that she couldn’t resist. Didn’twantto resist.

His lips left hers again, trailing a path of fire down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She gasped as he nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear, and his hands moved lower, skimming over the curve of her hips, his touch possessive.

“Evelyn,” he murmured, voice rough with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His words sent a thrill of excitement through her. She shouldn’t do this; she knew that, but she wanted it. Wanted him, wanted...this.Why should she deny herself? They were both consenting adults.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She pulled back to ask, her eyes locking with his. The hunger in his gaze matched her own, a deep, dark need that neither of them could ignore. Tension was written into every line of his body, his heavy muscles tensing and relaxing with each breath. Anticipation rolled through her.

Then, their hands moved with frantic urgency, tearing away at the layers that separated them. Her breath hitched as he found the zipper of her gown and tugged it down, exposing her to the cool air. Goosebumps washed over the revealed skin as his warm hands slid beneath the open material, tracing the curves of her waist and hips.

His clothing proved no match for her determined fingers as she worked at the fastenings of his leather pants. He watched her as she worked, a low growl in his throat, the deep, guttural sound sending shivers down her spine. He seemed to radiate power and strength, a force of nature that demanded surrender. And in that moment, she was more than willing to submit.

His cock sprang free, but before she could get a look at him, she was in his arms, her feet off the floor. He turned, pressing her against the wall she’d backed him against. She gasped at the cold against her back as she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist.

He held her in place effortlessly, expression intent as he explored her, touching, teasing, and tormenting. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, which buttons to push to send her spiraling out of control.

She was all but naked, clad only in a pair of tiny panties. The cool air of the cabin caressed her exposed skin, even as the heat of his body burned against her front, sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples bead into hard buds.

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