Page 31 of Kissed By the Alien
“Sholani, I’ve never seen a more beautiful female in my life, but I—” His horns twist at the tops and I wish I knew how to comfort him. Hell, I wish I knew what I was doing.
He’s turning my world upside down. I want Lutan, but I question if it’s because he looks at me as if he’s unearthed a treasure or because I like him. This guy isn’t trying to get something from me. He’s been trying to leave, and I keep pulling him back, tempting him.
I run a hand through thick hair. When my fingertips brush a series of bumps at the base of his horns, the most sensual moan I’ve ever heard surrounds me, caresses me, makes me pull him to me where I melt against him. The vibrations from his moans travel down to my pussy. I’m wet.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, barely able to get the words out. This time, I’m the one who pulls away, though I swear it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. “I need to get home, before my family realizes I’m missing.”
After turning around, I peel the dress down over my hips, flashing my ample backside and the frilly black panties I’m wearing. I donned those yesterday, never expecting anyone would see them but knowing they’d make me feel sexier for the sweet alien I haven’t been able to stop dreaming about.
“I will escort you,” Lutan says, suddenly devoid of emotion. Did I push him too far? Does he think I’m a tease?
“I’d love that, but if anyone sees me with you, it will cause trouble for me.”
His horns shoot straight up. “How?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“It would not be the first time I’ve encountered humans who fear me because of my horns. I would not beat a person because of insults.”
It’s what my dad’s security might do that concerns me. They’ll see a guy they don’t know and possibly shoot first, ask questions later. On top of that, I’ll have to deal with my father’s wrath when he discovers what I’ve been doing.
Thirty-one-fucking-years-old and I’m still stuck at home and fighting for my independence.
“I don’t want trouble. For anyone. That’s all.” I throw my bra and jeans on quickly, before I give in to temptation and finish what I started with Lutan. I’m dying to touch his horns. For some reason, they call to me. I want to wrap my hand around them and… ride Lutan.
God, I’m a mess. Dirty thoughts out of nowhere for a guy I just met. And I’m standing here half naked.
“This isn’t about your horns. My family’s not one to judge based on looks. Look at me after all.”
His eyes roam down me as I squeeze my head through a large men’s shirt that’s far from flattering and makes me look twice my size, but that’s the point. Appear like a large male and be less of a target.
Lutan’s frown deepens. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m heavier than most women. On a world where there are constant food supply issues, half the population sees me as a wealthy, spoiled woman. The other half sees me as lazy. They never ask or try to understand why I’m different. Or accept that I am and look at the person inside. No one’s perfect, but some of us are seen as even less perfect. We’re seen as … less.”
“We have this problem on Zyan, too. The eeshone are often abandoned by families, shunned, even attacked.”
“What are eeshone?”
“Males born with light blue skin, white horns, and white hair. They are judged based on appearance alone, not their hearts or intellect. We have one eeshone who serves as a warrior, but still, many zyanthans see eeshone as less. I’ve never understood why. Narzan...” Lutan swallows hard as his spine straightens. Then he finishes, “My brother was eeshone.”
A shiver goes through me as I imagine what might have led to his brother’s death. But if his brother was attacked because he was different, then Lutan wouldn’t have said he killed him.
With both hands, I cup Lutan’s face. “Perhaps one day you’ll tell me about your brother.”
Lutan’s horns rise and his body stiffens.
“I mean about who he was. Not how he died. How he lived. The person he was.”
Immediately, Lutan’s horns and body relax and a slight smile surfaces. “I would like that. And to learn about your family, the one that hides you away and is involved in criminal activity.”
“Criminal?”
“You trust me with your body, Lexi, but not information about your family. You’re protecting them, and what they do.”
He’s right, but before I can think of how to answer him, his forehead rests against mine. A deep intimacy infuses his every touch, from the sensual kisses to the way his fingers graze over my arm. The warmth of his skin against mine settles me, makes me want to tell him everything.
“This heartmate business you spoke about… Is it real?”
