Page 53 of Whoops-A-Mate From Outer Space
His cock was hard where it pressed against my hip, and it took every ounce of willpower not to reach for it.
“Why now?” I asked, head falling back and exposing my throat to his lips.
“Your switch, did it flip?”
I tried to remember when I’d started feeling that way. It was right when I’d envisioned us in bed together. When I wanted him that way for the first time.
“Yes. But I thought…” I started, then the reality sank in. He’d said before that the mating rush was when the attraction was mutual, but it had only been a minute, maybe two, between when I realized I was sexually attracted to him and when he’d pulled me from the room.
Which meant…
I forced myself to focus, letting go of his hips and reaching up to pull his head away so I could look him in the eyes.
“How… how long?” I asked.
He swallowed, and the urge to suck on his Adam’s apple was back. “Since the only word you knew how to say was ‘blue.’”
“But that…” I gasped as he freed himself to start kissing my neck again. “That was the day we met.”
“Yes,” he replied as he beat me to the sucking-on-Adam’s-apple thing and sent shivers up my spine as his mouth worked over mine.
“I’m so sorry,” I half-muttered, half-moaned.
That made him stop and pull back. “For what?”
I tilted my head back down to meet his gaze. “For making you wait so long.”
He smiled softly, then leaned in to kiss me again. “Do not apologize. I am well aware that sexual attraction is not always returned. Your friendship was priceless, and was always enough.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “I loved you dearly as a friend, and now I have the honor of being able to love you as my mate.”
“Love?” I started, then I thought of how hurt we’d both been over the past several days. How much just the thought of leaving him behind caused my heart to ache.
I’d fallen in love with him without realizing it.
“I love you too,” I admitted before pulling him in for another kiss.
He weaved his fingers through my hair and moaned into my mouth.
I was rock-hard in my pants, and if the way he was grinding on me was any indication, so was he.
The need to make love to him was overwhelming, and part of me was tempted to bend him over the dusty desk… or have him bend me over it. I wasn’t really particular about which of us was doing what, as long as it was with each other.
Eashai gasped as he pulled away again. “We should go to your room before the rush gets any stronger. We will not be able to hold back for long.”
“It gets stronger than this?”
He smiled at me. “Yes. We will spend much of the next day, probably two days, consummating our mating.”
“You mean a day or two of mostly sex?”
“Yes.”
I moaned softly at the thought of spending multiple days making love to him. And the sooner we got started, the better.
“We should go,” he repeated.
