Page 20 of Kissed By the Alien
A millisecond later, something in him shifts. He no longer looks approachable, but he waits for me.
A hand extends. An invitation.
I owe him nothing.
I should leave.
Except I can’t walk away from this guy. There’s something to him, beneath the surface, that I want more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
I slip my hand into his, accepting whatever he’s offering. I don’t normally trust a person so easily, and yet I trust Lutan. There’s something truly decent inside of him. Honorable.
“How about we head up to the roof to talk?” I suggest amid the growing fear that if he walks away, I’ll never see him again.
I’m not ready to lose him.
And he has my gun.
Damn. Why did my mind have to go there?
Because he’s thinking it, too. That I have no interest in him, only the gun. We’re both questioning each other’s motives for being here.
I tip up on my toes to whisper in his ear. “I came here tonight because of you, not the gun.”
Blue eyes hold me as his lips capture mine. The sensuousness of his tongue and mouth, the way his hand firmly holds my face, all draw me in. I could lose myself in him.
When he pulls away, I don’t move, because if I do, the moment will disappear.
Lutan’s hand smooths down the back of my dress, making my nipples hard and every part of me eager for more. My lips part, inviting him for another kiss. Deeper than the last.
I nearly jump as the cold hard metal of a gun barrel presses against the flesh above my ass.
Shock fills me. He’s going to arrest me.
I consider asking him why, but then Lutan tucks the gun into the top of my panties at the back of my dress and lowers my wrap enough to cover the exposed handle.
“Yours,” he says, as he turns and leaves the ballroom.
CHAPTERSEVEN
LUTAN
After I slip the weapon to Lexi, I charge outside. My plan to learn about her and her association with the Brotherhood disintegrated the moment she appeared. I cannot focus on getting information from her with this constant desire to run my tongue over every inch of her curvy body. And anytime I see a male watching her, my drekking horns rise and instantly I become hyper focused on every move he makes and how he might endanger her. It’s as if she’s mine and my priorities have shifted to protect her, tobewith her.
Except, she’s not my female. No matter how seductively she moved against me, shecan’tbe mine.
I’m questioning everything I do. I’m unfit as a warrior, and yet I cannot walk away from my duties. It’s all I have left.
I glance back at the hotel entrance, to the guards posted there. The fresh air helps clear my mind, but even now, all I can think about is Lexi. I suspect she’s involved in criminal activities, but every part of my being demands I protect her at any cost. It’s why I gave her the gun.
I don’t like how that male watched her.
Or how I lost track of him when she put her hand on my bad shoulder. I allowed pain to distract me. Pain is a tool, like a knife or a blaster. A warrior must use his pain to remain sharp, keep himself alert, not distract him.
Hunzu’s right. I’ve changed. I let myself become entranced by a female, her honey scent, her warm touch, and even warmer smile. But she’s not any female. The moment I pressed against Lexi, my mating cock rose, harder than steel. No doubt remains. She is my sholani.
That should be news that excites me, and yet it does not. To acknowledge her as my sholani would risk her life. Which is why I left the humans’ celebration without her.
With one tap of my comm, Hunzu’s image appears. “I need you to follow Lexi home, without her seeing you. Make sure she arrives safely. And be careful, Hunzu. She may be involved with criminals.”
