Page 41 of Secretly Abducted
Heat floods through me. I turn fully in the water, facing him, our bodies almost touching. "Just my arms and shoulders?"
His gaze drops to my chest, my abs, lower. "No."
"Vel'aan." My voice comes out rougher than intended. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to kiss you again."
"We're supposed to be working." But he doesn't move away.
"We've been working for an hour." I drift closer, until our legs brush underwater. "Don't you think we deserve a break?"
"A break," he repeats, like he's testing the word. "What would we do on this break?"
"Well," I say, reaching out to trace a finger along his jaw, "I could show you what I was thinking about last night. When I was touching myself. Thinking about you."
His bioluminescence pulses rapidly. "Show me how?"
Instead of answering, I pull him in for a kiss. It's different from last night—no hesitation, no careful exploration. He opens for me immediately, his tongue meeting mine, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders.
I back us up until he's against the platform's support post, the wood warm from the sun against his back. He makes a small sound when I press against him, and I can feel he's hard too, even through both our shorts.
"Is this okay?" I ask against his mouth.
"Yes." His hands slide down my chest, making me shiver. "More than okay."
I kiss him deeper, one hand tangling in his dark hair while the other stays at his waist. He tastes like salt and something sweet, uniquely him. When I nip at his lower lip, his whole body lights up, bioluminescence bright enough to see even in daylight.
"You're so responsive," I murmur, kissing along his jaw. "Do you know what you look like when you're turned on? All these colors racing across your skin?"
"Alex..." His hips push forward, seeking friction.
"I thought about this last night," I tell him, my hand sliding from his waist to his hip, thumb tracing the waistband of his shorts. "Thought about touching you. Making you fall apart. Watching your colors go wild."
"We shouldn't—" He gasps when my hand moves lower, palming him through the wet fabric. "Oh."
"Shouldn't what?" I squeeze gently, feeling the shape of him, compatible and perfect and already so hard. "This isn't sex.This is just me touching you while we kiss. That's not too fast, is it?"
He shakes his head, eyes wide, colors pulsing erratically.
"Good." I kiss him again while my hand slips inside his shorts, finding him hot and hard and slightly different texture than human—smoother, with interesting ridges that make him gasp when I explore them. "God, you feel good."
"Someone could see," he breathes, but his hips push into my touch.
"No one's around." I stroke him slowly, learning what makes him light up, what makes him bite his lip. "And we're underwater. Just looks like we're taking a break. Talking."
"This isn't—oh—talking."
"Sure it is." I twist my wrist the way that always works, and his head falls back against the post. "I'm telling you how gorgeous you are. How perfect you feel in my hand."
He bites his lip, clearly fighting back louder sounds as I find a rhythm that makes his colors pulse in waves. The water around us literally glows from his bioluminescence, like we're in our own private light show.
"That's it," I murmur, kissing his throat above his gills. "Want to see you let go. Want to feel what you feel like when you come. Been imagining it all night."
"Alex, I—" His hands grip my shoulders tighter.
"I know, baby. I can see it." His colors are getting more intense, more chaotic. "You're close, aren't you? Your colors give you away. All that purple and gold, getting brighter and brighter."
I speed up my hand, adding a twist at the end that makes him gasp. "Come on, Vel. Let me see. Wanted this so bad last night I had to take care of myself three times. Thinking about you. About this. About making you feel good."
"Can't—someone might—"
