Page 38 of Crash Landing
“I won,” I panted.
The corner of his lips quirked, his eyes darting briefly toward where I sat astride his hips. “Did you?”
I swallowed hard, trying not to think about it… and yet, still not moving. I should have. The implications were exactly what always got me into trouble. I didn’t want to seem loose or easy, but that didn’t matter. My legs wouldn’t move. He felt too good.
“Do you, um… want to share?” I said, slowly peeling away the wrapping he’d already ripped.
He didn’t answer. He just watched me as I took off a piece of the squished chocolate and brought it to my lips. And holy hell, the way his gaze watched as I slid it into my mouth made me instantly wet. Or was it my leggings? They hadn’t even begun to dry when I pulled them back on. I was soaked, which should have helped with how feverish I was feeling, but it didn’t.
Shit, I wasactuallyhot for an alien. A handsome alien, but still an alien. I hadn’t had sex, simulated or not, in almost a year. That had to be it.
I stared at his gradually changing skin as it shifted from lavender to pale pink.
Pink had never looked so manly.
Saleuk finally rose up on his elbows as I swallowed my small bite of chocolate.
“That looks disgusting, whatever it is,” he said.
“Chocolate.”
“You keep saying that, but that doesn’t make it look less like actual shit.”
“That’s because it’s squished. Usually, it comes in perfect little bars. Or in whatever shape you want, really. Do you want to try? I’ll surrender a piece in an act of respect for fighting well. Iwon’t say you fought with honor since our strength and size are completely unmatched and you used it against me.”
He laughed and the way the sound moved through him seemed to go straight to my core. I almost moaned and had to bite my tongue to control myself.
I was horny. That much was clear. But there were no simulators on Phesah, I was sure of that. No virtual reality would relieve the ache building inside me.
“So?” Saleuk said. “Are you going to let me taste it?”
It took me a full three seconds to remember he was talking about chocolate.
Get your head on straight, Sam.
Nodding, I pinched off a small piece of chocolate and brought it to his mouth. Why I decided to feed it to him instead of making him eat it himself was a mystery, but my body just did it. I was on an alien moon sitting on a guy I thought hated me for crying out loud. It must have been some kind of fever dream because I never saw myself in that position before. I never thought I’d want to put my lips on his delicious chest or grind against his groin or feed him damn chocolate.
Saleuk didn’t so much seem surprised by my gesture as he seemed intrigued by it. He locked eyes with me as I brought the chocolate to his mouth and I watched as he slowly parted his lips. Dropping the chocolate in his mouth, I absently brushed my thumb across his bottom lip and watched the color gently ripple from beneath my fingers and across his face. It was almost unnoticeable, but I saw it. I know I did.
When Innifer described touching Vahko, she described it as a pulse of energy that seemed to manifest on Vahko’s skin. Heat tickled my nerves as I watched Saleuk chew and, testing him, I slid my fingers down his neck as he swallowed, watching his pulse thrum when the same, subtle ripple of faint hues burst from my touch. And each time I saw it, something deep withinme throbbed and whined for… something. A deep longing wept inside me for attention. Attention I wanted from him.
What in the actual hell?
Coming to my senses suddenly, I shook my head and took a deep breath, leaping off of him and walking to the table to wrap up what was left of my precious chocolate.
“Don’t tell me if you don’t like it,” I said. “I’ll be devastated.
“I liked it,” he said. “It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as it looks.”
“Well, coco is brown so chocolate is brown. Hey!” I spun to face him, eyes narrow and accusing. “If you think chocolate is the color of shit, what do you think of my eyes?”
He stepped up to me, gazing down into my eyes as if distracted.
“I always thought of your eyes as being the color of rich soil.”
“Rich soil?” I raised a brow. “That doesn’t seem better.”
“It is. Your eyes remind me of life. Of nature. And the tiny green specks in them are like little trees sprouting in a rain-drenched dirt bed. Green trees, like we have on Valer.”
