Page 26 of The Alien's Major Dilemma

She laughed. He liked the way she laughed.

“That means I should probably head to bed soon, then,” she said. “Because it sounds like we’re going to need an early start in the morning and I don’t think you have anybody making wake-up calls, do you?”

“I can set one up, if you’d like.”

“Some kind of alarm would be nice. Do you have a shower I can use?”

“There’s a shower but not a lot of water. I’ll show you where the controls are and you’ll have to figure out how to do what you need to do in the time you’ve got.” Cooper stood up and waved her over to the bathroom.

The controls weren’t difficult to figure out and he left her to get undressed and clean as quickly as possible. He stripped quickly and did his best to clean off while she was in the shower.

Cleansing oils worked well enough between dips in the water but the mess from their earlier explorations into physical pleasure proved harder to remove than he’d expected. Thankfully, most of it had landed in his clothes and on the outside of the placket that hid his member when he didn’t need it. The bits that had gotten inside were easier to clean but left him holding a rapidly growing cock.

An experimental stroke nearly drove him to his knees with pleasure. Another made him bite his lip to keep from crying out but that let him hear the muffled sound of Marissa’s pleasure from the other room. Was she touching herself in the shower? There really wasn’t enough time under the water for that. Could she feel his pleasure from touching himself?

He stroked his cock again and again she cried out, her curses taking on the hint of urgency he could feel rising inside him. Cooper allowed himself two more strokes with his hand before he tried to tuck it away, only to discover that his member wouldn’t fit when it was fully engorged. He was going to have to get dressed with his cock hard and aching.

Cooper had managed to get his underwear on when Marissa stormed into the room, water dripping from her hair, cheeks flushed, clothes held haphazardly in front of her. He turned so she could only see his back and huffed.

“You’re an asshole,” she told him. “A complete and utter asshole.”

“What did I do?” he asked, baffled. He’d left her alone despite his urge to join her. Her water allotment was everything that was available for the shower.

“That psycho-whatever stuff,” she said. “I believe you now.”

“You didn’t believe me earlier?” He turned and watched her eyes widen when she got the full view of his front. “I thought I explained it well enough.”

“Yeah, well, you hadn’t managed to blue ball me in the shower at that point. I take serious exception to being brought to the brink and left there.”

“Oh,” he said, his mind racing with possibilities.

“Yeah, oh,” she said.

“I can help with that,” he said slowly.

Her breath hitched. “How do you plan to help?”

“How would you like me to help?” he asked. Her breath turned shallow as he walked closer to her. It wasn’t a large space to begin with and the two of them in it together made it feel intimate. He could feel the heat from her body and it made his cock throb with need.

“I need you to calm down so I can,” she said.

“Is that what you want?” Cooper asked. He could feel the answer, the ache in her body that echoed his, the desire that flowed through her mind. Slowly, carefully, he raised his hand to her bare arm.

Everything about her was soft, warm, and so tempting. He could spend hours exploring her skin and want more.

“I want,” she said, and closed her eyes. He could feel her struggle to focus on something besides the burning ache that had taken root in her core.

“What do you want?” he asked again, leaning forward to take in her scent. His tongue flicked out to taste the air above her skin and he couldn’t contain his groan.

“You,” she said, her voice desperate. “What are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me,” he said. “Every ache, every throb you feel is mine, as well. Are you trying to torment me?”

Her lips pressed against his shoulder; lightly at first, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to, then harder as she moved across his shoulder and up his neck. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, the thin piece of fabric she held the only thing between them. Then she lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck and the fabric fell away.

Cooper wrapped his arms around her, one hand going to the back of her head to keep her lips moving across his skin, the other to the dip in her waist. His hands molded perfectly to all of her curves, as though she’d been made to fit him, and he couldn’t help but grind his cock against her soft belly.

Marissa moaned and the sound vibrated across his skin. He wanted to plunge inside her, lose himself in the taste of skin, and never let her go.

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