Page 18 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“Sorry,” I try, despite his fingers. “I didn’t mean to imply?—”

“Good!” he beams and gives my lips an extra little pinch before he lets them go. “The less you imply, the better.” His gaze goes to my chest, where I’m about to pop out because he ripped the dress earlier. “Although of course some implications are more welcome than others.”

I try to remedy the situation, but it means holding one hand on the ripped part and trying to keep it together. “Sorry.”

“I’m sure you are,” he replies, voice heavy with sarcasm. “I’m sure you’reeverso sorry.”

Okay, so he’s a jerk. But he just saved my life at the last moment, and I’m genuinely relieved that he’s here again. How can I try to get him to stay?

On an impulse I regret the very next moment, I reach up to grab his neck, going up on tiptoes and placing a small, light kiss on his blue lips. They’re surprisingly warm, not icy cold the way I half expected. “Thank you. I mean it.”

He stiffens, making me think he didn’t expect it at all.

For a moment we just stand there like that. Damn, did I offend him?

“You better mean it,” Praxigor finally growls. “Because you’re playing with forces you don’t know.” With one blue hand he calmly reaches out and grabs my half-exposed breast, helping it out of the dress. His touch is rough but not painful.

I can’t hold back a gasp, partly from surprise and partly because I really like it. With an ordinary man, I would resent him taking that kind of liberty with me. But this is a dragon, perfect and impossibly strong, the closest I’ll ever get to a magical being. I want him to do this.

Hard tingles shoot down my body and end up at the very base. “I do mean it.”

He swipes his thumb across the nipple, and it immediately stiffens.

“How much do you mean it?”

I get it. He’s asking if I want to see where this might lead.

And I do.

It’s crazy, I know that. He’s much more alien and dangerous than even the cavemen. But he’s more dangerous to everyone else than to me. He completely overshadows the jungle and the planet and the murderous dinosaurs. When he’s nearby, I can safely forget all those things. It’s as if they don’t exist at all. And I never want them to return, no matter what it takes. If what it takes is having a heart-stoppingly gorgeous and hyper-confident demigod feel me up and maybe go even further, then I can’t imagine a more win-win situation. As in,Iwin in both ways, keeping his company and also giving in to my body’suncontrollable insistence that I throw myself at him. If that’s what he wants.

“I mean it,” I repeat, my voice unsteady.

One big hand slides my dress up on my hip, making me shudder from the anticipation.

“Keep saying it,” he purrs.

“I mean it,” I obey, because it’s true.

His hand cups my butt outside of the primitive leather panties we’re always wearing. They’re softer than the dress itself, having been soaked in water and beaten soft with flat pieces of wood. “More obstacles.”

“Wait.” Worried that he’ll rip those the way he ripped my dress, I shimmy them down and kick the flimsy leather to the side.

His hand seeks my butt again, squeezing it. “You are remarkably soft.”

“Thank you,” I wheeze, enjoying his hands on me and flattered by what I think was a compliment.

His hand moves around my hip, the touch warm and confident on my bare skin. And gentler than I would have expected from this intensely demanding male. It makes me feel attractive, and it makes me more comfortable with this than if he’d been all rough.

With his other hand he grabs both my wrists and pin them to the bark of the tree above me. “Don’t interfere.” With his other hand he strokes up along the outside of my lower lips.

The light touch is barely there, but it makes me tighten up inside. My legs spread all by themselves, wanting him to have access. “Okay.”

His hand cups my sex, one clawed finger touching the middle. I hope he knows how sensitive that part is.

He does, running his fingers slowly up and down the sides without any hint of sharp claw. The danger so close to my center sends a hot wave through me as I clench up again, involuntarily. “Oh…”

“Not yet,” he growls and takes his fingers off me. “I decide.”

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