Page 52 of Stranded with the Alien

He touched the inked image on her shoulder. It was a small bird of prey in midflight. She tried not to shiver as he traced it with his finger.

“It’s a tattoo of a merlin. Everyone in my squad has one because we pilot Merlin space-fighters. Don’t Vraxians have tattoos?”

“Our skins are armored.”

“Right. Tough to get ink through it, I guess.”

Vahn found he was having difficulty concentrating on her answers. Her scent was distracting him.

He moved to the front, hoping she hadn’t noticed his momentary lapse. Squatting in front of her, his gaze tracked south over her body, resting on the curves and planes which made it so different to his.

As a soldier, she had honed muscles and good definition. But that couldn’t hide her feminine contours. Without thinking, he reached out and touched a breast.

“Our females only develop mammary glands when they conceive,” he said. “They disappear again a few months after the hatchlings are born. But human females have them all the time. What other purpose do they serve, if not to feed young?”

Kara tried not to react.

“Sometimes for pleasure,” she managed.

“Oh? In what way?”

“The… the nipples are very sensitive.”

“This is your nipple?” His thumb circled the small protrusion in her bra. “This part that stands out?”

Kara couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Yes,” she gulped. “That’s it.”

“In our females, this is called thetalata.But it is not as prominent as yours.”

“That’s, um, that’s interesting.” Kara was finding it hard to focus as his fingers repeatedly brushed against her nipple.

Sweet Jesus. For a species that rarely gets to play with boobs, he’s a quick study.

Vahn was intrigued. The tip of her breast seemed to be hardening and was now jutting through the thin material. Did it stiffen because it responded to touch? And if so, what else might it respond to? He wished he could see better.

“Could you remove your apparel?” he asked.

“Um, no. I don’t think so.”

He resumed his examination, cupping a breast in his palm to discover how it felt. Its weight and texture was pleasing, and he was surprised to note he was becoming aroused. Exploring her curves was making hiszarnadas hard as rock.

Perhaps that was their secondary purpose. To entice human males. His curiosity was piqued.

“Kara,” he said firmly. “I permitted you to inspect my upper body without any clothing. I insist you allow me the same courtesy.”

He really has no idea he’s turning me on.She looked at him wordlessly, knowing it was a mistake but unable to come up with a reason to say no.

Fine. We’re both adults, let’s just try to stay clinical about this.

Reaching behind, she undid her bra and took it off. Vahn stared at her breasts.

It struck Kara that in that respect, he was just like every other straight guy she’d ever met. She stifled a giggle, suddenly feeling light-headed. He glanced up quickly.

“Are you all right, human?”

“I’m fine. Keep going.”

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