Page 55 of All You Need is Alien Love
His answering smile is soft and sweet. “All of this has mainly been for our families, but I’ve enjoyed sharing the beauty of our love with them. When it comes to you, I want everyone to know how happy we are together. How perfect we are for one another.”
“When did you become such a big softie?” I murmur, overwhelmed by so many feels.
“Duhhhh,” he drawls just like me—and who knew my hubby-boo can be an uncanny mimic? “I learned it from you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as we continue to move. “Tell me more about how fabulous and life-changing I am.”
He chuckles in my ear, making me shiver. “Let me count the ways, my darling.”
“I might be wearing my supersexy Vardox cloak, but you’re the one channeling his character right now. I hope you know that I fully expect you to fuck me senseless tonight—and I want you to bring your best Vardox game!”
“As you wish,” he purrs,Princess Bride-ing me again.
Fuck yeah. He knows what gets me hot too.That sexy, movie-quoting motherfucker.
I beam at him. “Do you think we’ll always be like this? I mean, most people I read about or see on television who’ve been in long-term relationships settle into a comfortable kind of status quo, the initial lust-fueled passion phase morphing into something softer and less intense.” I pause and then give him a sheepish grin. “Of course, I’ve seen your parents and grandparents in action, so I suppose when it comes to Iyarans, human media shouldn’t be my litmus test.”
He chuckles. “I’m surprised it took you this long to figure that out, darling.”
“My therapist would tell me I probably have some lingering insecurities. Not about you,” I hasten to assure him. “Just stuff from childhood messing with my brain a little.”
He pulls me closer, his embrace warm and secure. “Trauma never fully goes away. But I will always be here to prove that I’m not going anywhere and that my love for you will forever burn strong and bright. Iyarans are a very passionate and devoted species. We mate for life, and as a result, we channel all our desire exclusively to our partners. The fact that we age much slower than some other species also means we have much longer sex drives that persist well into our elder years.” He shakes his head. “Even my great-grandparents are still quite frisky with one another.”
My eyes widen. “No shit? I didn’t know they were still around.”
“They are. They just don’t tend to leave the home world anymore. Instead, they’re on call and ready to take charge of things for the rest of the family when folks travel off planet.”
“I want to meet them someday. Hell, I want to meet all your family and visit your home world. It’s been a long time for you as well, hasn’t it?”
“Not since before I was a teenager. After that, my studies took up a lot of my time. Then I started working for the Alliance and began establishing myself in my career. It made it difficult to find the time for such a trip.”
“But we can go together one day, right?” I ask, a faint note of cute pleading in my voice.
Hey, I’m going to use whatever skills I can here to get there as soon as possible. I’m so freaking ready to boldly go where no River Sullivan has ever gone before!
Kai’s expression softens and he twirls me again, dipping me back and then pulling me up all super-suave—like he’s Tuxedo Mask and I’m Sailor Moon.
Swoon!
I can’t help but sigh.
“Watch it, buddy, or I might jump you right here and right now.”
He laughs again. “Let’s save that for this evening when we’re alone and I have you all to myself again. And yes, I promise one day we’ll go to my home world.”
“I’ll hold you to it! And hey, in the meantime, we’re going to Tentacular Tales Con for our honeymoon, right?”
He nods emphatically. “We are. I’ve already gotten the necessary clearances, and everything’s been approved.” His expression darkens. “The only wild card in this situation is Layne Madison and his invasion plans.”
I growl with irritation. By now, I amsoover having to deal with these fuckers.
“We’re going to take them down and save the day so we can enjoy our epic honeymoon without any worries!” I declare with a touch more confidence than I actually feel.
Fake it to make it, River!
“Damn straight,” he concurs.
After a few more graceful twirls with me using the opportunity to show off my epic robotic tentacle moves that would make even Michael Jackson jealous, the dance finally comes to an end.
