Page 18 of Kissed By the Alien
Yeah, I’m falling fast, but I’m not the type to have crushes. Get crushed, sure, but not lose myself in another person so completely that I forget who I am.
I tuck a few loose curls behind the ear his breath warmed. It’s still tingling from his lips.
“My warrior tattoos are not for your pleasure.”
“They can be,” I whisper back, even though I know he’s right. I’m treating him like eye candy. And the only type of candy I like is the type I can suck on. Man, oh man, I’d like to suck on…
I swallow, hard, fighting back these primal urges. What has gotten into me?
“No more inappropriate touching. I promise.” This promise might be hard to keep as I imagine what it would be like to be with Lutan in an intimate manner. But I also want to get to know him first. “We’ll just hold hands and dance to the beat, okay?”
His eyes narrow, but then he nods and our hands find the proper positions. My throat goes dry and I can’t keep from running my tongue across my lower lip. Unlike my throat, other parts of me lower are not dry. Not in the least. Damn, I never knew I was so weak-willed.
“See, this isn’t so bad,” I say as we rock back and forth to the beat and I try—I really do try—to pull my mind out of the gutter.
Five seconds later, I’m imagining myself sucking on candy. Long, thick, blue candy.
“I’ve been to many worlds.” Lutan’s voice rescues me from my delicious thoughts. “Just because a behavior is allowed or encouraged on a world does not mean a warrior should partake. Especially when?—”
He stops mid-sentence. Talk about a cliff hanger. Lutan’s focused on two men wearing identical black suits, not tuxedos, standing to the left of the stage where the band’s playing. They stand out like pigs in wigs. The taller man has bushy sideburns, and the second guy… Shit. McCauley. That means my dad’s here or McCauley followed me somehow.
When I try to pull us deeper into the thick of the crowd on the dancefloor, I back into a man and bounce off him, right into Lutan. My boobs smash against his hard chest and his hands slide around me, locking me to him.
Lutan’s looking down at my cleavage. I’m both afraid and tempted to breathe in deeply and make them rise. “You can release me,” I say, instead.
“I could, but I don’t see why I should.”
“Do I need to bribe you?”
“Oh, female, I’m not sure what you could offer that I’m not already holding.”
His hand settles on my lower back and we begin to rock to the slow beat of the music, driving whatever I planned to say from my mind.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Lexi,” he whispers in a deep, seductive voice that travels down to my lady parts.
“It was an accident. I backed into someone and he pushed me into you,” I explain.
“I shall thank him later.”
I want to enjoy my time with Lutan, and just be me, so I let go... and think of that hard cock pressing against my belly. “My, what a big, um…stick you have there.”
“I carry no stick.”
When I press my hips to his, those blue eyes widen. “Call it what you want, Warrior, but you’re definitely packing something.”
Lutan takes a step back, releasing me. “I can no longer dance with you. I told you, dancing is inappropriate.”
Me and my big mouth.
“We’re not doing anything wrong. Dancing like this, holding hands or standing close… It’s accepted. Even expected at a ball.” I raise my hands in the air, inviting him to continue dancing with me. “Give it another try for a few more minutes, okay? I promise not to bite.”
Thick brows furrow as his jaw clenches and his horns rise high. They’re magnificent. Stately. And drawing attention from the surrounding people. Several couples move away, giving us more space on the dance floor, the opposite of what I want.
Before I can figure out how to leave without McCauley and the guy with the thick sideburns noticing, Lutan leans in and whispers, “What if I want you to bite?”
Heat spreads up my chest, my neck, straight to my cheeks. I’m as red as the decor. As much as I’d like to see where this flirting leads, we’re drawing too much attention.
I pat Lutan’s chest, but my hand lingers as my fingers glide over magnificent muscles. Pulling away from him ishard.
