Page 40 of Touch the Stars
“Show me.”
He relaxed the proper muscles and lowered his cock to its natural erect position, then raised it to vertical again.
An expression of awe lit her face.“Well, fuck me.That’s a game-changer.”
“Is that a good thing, or a bad?”It sounded as though it could go one way or the other easily.
She met his gaze and crawled toward him.“It’s agreatthing.”
That was a relief to know.“Human men cannot do this?”
“Hell, no.”
If she had not just straddled his hips, presenting him with a more enticing prospect, his ego would be swelling to dangerous heights now.
She leaned over him.“Pick me up and impale me on your flagpole, my big, bad-ass alien lover.”
That he could do, with pleasure.He grasped her by her biceps, raised her up to reposition her until his tip pressed against her opening but did not enter her.Not until her focus was on him rather than their nearly joined bodies.Patience was required for this maneuver, and stamina.It might take time to get her undivided attention.
He made a throat-clearing sound, and her dark-eyed gaze shot to his.
There we go.
He thrust his hips upward and dropped her at the same moment, sliding into her slick channel.A ragged cry of pleasure—his or hers, it did not matter—reached his ears.Hers or his, it did not matter.All that mattered was immersing himself in her heat as she moved her hips to stroke over his length faster and faster.Then, her walls tightened around him and her cry echoed through the room.He drove upward, hard and deep, his shout joining hers as his release spurted into her body.
Kaitlyn slumped across his chest, puffs of her breath warming his skin.He brought his arms around her.It appeared that humans did nap after each sexual encounter.And this time, napping with her seemed appealing.
Kaitlyn.
She stretched and smiled at the ceiling.How unexpectedly glorious that the day of sexual bliss with Baatar had stretched into the night.The sweet soreness of being well-loved between her legs wasn’t going away anytime soon, and that was just fine.What a great reminder of how good life could be.
She rolled onto her belly and inhaled his masculine scent on the sheets.Somehow, he’d managed to stake his own claim in her heart, right next to Kris.
The faint scent of food cooking mingled with his.
“Shit.”Time to get moving if she was going to get a shower in before Baatar brought breakfast.
Damn, but it was great to have someone else cook for her.She scooted to the edge of the bed, slid off, then headed for the washroom.
Ten minutes later, she gave the solid frosted glass wall of the shower enclosure a light tap.The wall turned into a wavy iridescent “curtain.”Now for the weird part.Walking through that curtain.She took in a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and stepped through.
A blade of pleasant heat skated over every inch of her skin, then the warmth of the bathing prep room floor was under her feet.She opened her eyes to focus on her arms, then her body.Completely dry.Baatar hadn’t been kidding.The cleansing chamber curtain really did work like a towel.
“Bitchin’ technology these aliens have.Neltai.”She stepped through the other weird-ass wall-doorway to the bedroom and into the man standing on the other side.“Whoa, shit, Baatar.Do youhaveto stand so fucking close to the door?”
“You make much noise.”His English was getting better.
“You ain’t heard nothing yet.”
“I know that I have.”His grin turned wicked.“Many times, for a whole night.”
“Smart ass.”She inhaled the delicious aroma of whatever he’d just cooked, and her stomach rumbled.
“Come, eat, my Kaitlyn.”
My Kaitlyn.That sounded so nice.Affectionate, not possessive.Even “my empress” didn’t bother her as much as it probably should.
They sat on the bed and fed each other from the dishes of alien food, as Baatar explained how each was made and what planet they were from.So far, she hadn’t hated any of them, but she did have favorites—both sweet and savory.
