Page 161 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Immediately, I wanted to know him on every intimate level, and I knew I was in deep shit. I’d taken every opportunity to avoid him since.

And now we were trapped together in a cave. It was like the universe conspired to make this happen.

Thrash braced as if to stand. “If we are going to take precautions, we need to do it now.”

I shook my head. “We don’t have to do that.”

Behind me, he went still. “What are you saying?”

For someone so sure of herself, I had a helluva time putting what I wanted—no, needed—into words. “Stay.”

He didn’t move. Fine tremors of restraint shook his body.

“I want you, so fucking bad, but it’s the pheromones making you say this.” His laugh was more of a growl. “I want your taste on my tongue, and my cock inside you, filling your tight, wet pussy, making you mine. I need it with the same violence of a newborn star, but not against your will. I will not coerce.”

Weird thing for an alien from a race built for coercion to say, which was reason number five-hundred thirty-three he’d worn me down. I envisioned him doing everything he’d just declared and felt dizzy. My thin breath came out in quivering pants.

Time for full disclosure—for the raw truth. “It’s not about the pheromones.” Unable to meet his eyes, I tore my gaze away to look straight ahead, still keenly aware of his all-consuming heat at my back. “I want you. I’ve wanted you from the moment we met, but thought if I gave in, I might never walk away from this life. Maybe not even this planet. But right now, who knows if we’ll walk away from this cave.”

He went so still I’d believe I was alone if I wasn‘t trapped between his muscular legs. For a man who never missed a chance to come on to me, his brain crashed harder than a dimodian satellite when I gave him explicit permission.

“If that wasn’t clear enough, I’m telling you I want you.” Still, he didn’t move. Had he fallen asleep? I twisted at the waist and angled my head to where I could see him seated behind me. Heat raced under and over my skin. I met his burning gaze and told him exactly what I wanted. “Fuck me so hard they’ll hear me screaming your name from the base.”

chaptersix

foreplay for days

Thrash didn’t move,but his increased tension was obvious in the veins standing out on the slope of his shoulders and neck.

If someone told me this morning I would have to convince the alien to have sex?—

“Tori.” His explosive breath heated the back of my neck. My name was so raw, it sounded like he was in pain.

His arms came around my middle, pulling me back until his groin pressed firmly against my ass. A wave of dizziness spun my head that had nothing to do with the hit I’d taken. The thick, hard length of him throbbed against my backside.

I laughed a little. “I didn’t think you carried weapons.” His size was considerable, and it had been so long.

Chuckling, he gripped my jaw and tilted my head to whisper in my ear, “I plan to destroy you.” He bit down on my earlobe, skirting the edge of pain. “And you’ll beg me to do it again.”

His words short circuited my brain. My heart seemed to swell in my chest, crowding my lungs, turning my rapid breaths thready. Part of me wondered if this was really happening. I’d heard about head trauma and lucid dreams.

“Brave words.” I rolled my hips, grinding against his cock. The pulsing heat pressed between my ass cheeks and the base of my spine nearly undid me. No, this was too real. I was awake and this was happening—thank all my lucky stars. “Prove it.”

Thrash raised his arms from my waist to grip the neckline of my uniform. A rending sound hit my eardrums as he ripped my shirt from collar to waist. The dumb, superfluous gold buttons popped off and hit the ground, and I loved the sound of those littleplinks. An official UFIS shirt meant to withstand blades and bullets, and he’d torn it in half, like tissue. The ruined shirt hung off my shoulders, its loose, frayed edges tickled my ribs.

Cold air buffeted my bare flesh, reminding me that without functioning machinery, this cave would quickly plummet to the same temperatures as the underground ice.

He released the halves of my torn top to skate his hands up my ribs. I shivered and moaned as he filled his large hands with my heavy breasts. Stroking upward, he took my aching nipples between his fingers and pinched.

Electricity zipped from his touch to my clenching core. My back bowed. I threw my head back against his shoulder, thrusting my breasts into his palms. “Again,” I said.

“Mmm.” His delight rumbled against my ear. “I knew you’d like a little pain,” he whispered and squeezed my nipples.

Gasping, feet flexed inside my boots, my heels pressed against the hard-packed dirt and gravel floor. Damp heat flooded my undergarments. I panted, “Never been into it before.”

“A first time then.” He flattened a hand against my stomach and glided it downward to cup me through my pants. “Let’s discover what else can make you scream.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” I said, and reached behind me. Wedging my hand between us, I curled my fingers around the outline of his cock—his astonishingly thick cock.How was that going to fit?His hips bucked, the friction from his movement doing my work for me. I smiled. “I bet I can make you scream first.”

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