Page 45 of The Alien's Major Dilemma

Right now I want to curl up around you and soothe every ache and pain I can feel in you,he said. Stroke your hair and let you fall asleep with your head on my chest.

That sounds lovely.

The heat of his response reached her before his words did.Then, when you wake up and you're feeling better, I plan to make you ache in all new ways and places. Maybe eat you for breakfast and make you scream my name a few times.

Marissa could feel the flush moving up her cheeks with the images he sent her. Some of them from memory, some of them conjured from Cooper’s active and delicious imagination.

You're going to get me in trouble,she told him.

Why? Did they leave your hands where you could do something with them?

The suggestions of what she could do with her hands were entirely visual and Marissa had to bite her lip to keep from gasping. She just hoped the guard on her door didn't notice the change in her breathing.

Cooper, please, she begged, unsure of what she was actually asking him for.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me,he said.

Marissa did as she was told and felt her mind start to float as Cooper sent her image after image of him exploring her body. The joy he took in feeling her respond to his hands on her body, watching her face as pleasure washed over her, until she could feel them rush through her again.

She didn't realize she'd made a noise until the guard at her door called her name. He'd opened the door and was looking in, concern and embarrassment written on his face.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said, embarrassment making the flush crawling up her neck turn into a flame of heat across her skin.

"You sure? I can get Doc back if you need him."

"I'm sure," she said. "Just…thinking."

The guard gave her a dubious look and closed the door.

What were you thinking about?Cooper asked, his voice in her head smug.

Shut up, I hate you.

No you don't, he told her.Quite the opposite, actually.

The opposite of hate isn't-

Marissa refused to think the next word. They were making the best of a bad situation, not developing feelings for each other. Weren't they?

Forcing me into an orgasm isn't fair,she said instead.

I didn't force you into anything,he protested. I helped you focus on something besides spiraling emotions by sharing some of my favorite memories of you.

You're an asshole.

Did it work?

That's beside the point.

I'd prefer you on my point.His retort was accompanied by a vision of her with her head thrown back, her cheeks flushed, breasts swaying while she took her pleasure from him.

The flush that had been fading spread across her body again and she cursed at him. He chuckled and she caught a hint of relief. It occurred to her that he'd been hurt but she hadn't found out how badly. She suspected he was teasing her to keep his mind off his injuries.

If you keep making me make noise, you're going to get us caught,she told him.

Then you have my permission to cover your mouth, he said before sending her another flood of images.

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