Page 37 of Whisked Away By the Alien

The memories of my morning fade away in Sten’s presence, as does my foul mood. I slide my hands around his neck, breathing in his male musk mixed with baby powder, an enticing combination. This time, I kiss him squarely on the lips.

I’m about to tell him I missed him too, but his tongue delves into my mouth and his hand cups the back of my head. Before I realize it, I’m pressed against the wall with his hard length pushing into my belly.

Instinctively, I rub one calf down a muscular leg. He grips my calf and wraps my leg around his waist, bends his knees and presses his dick harder against me, striking me right where I want him. Except the damn jeans grind against my folds, not the handsome male. Of all the days to wear jeans!

Sten slides his hands under my butt and lifts me. With both legs wrapped around him, I cross my ankles, locking him to me. A sense of awe strikes me when I realize he lifted me and he’s supporting my full weight as if I weigh nothing!

I’m loving the attention, the way he takes control, and especially how he deepens the kiss. Just when I think nothing can break us apart, Sadie cries. I bundled her up so well she’s probably overheating.

“We should go,” I say softly, pulling my lips away from his. He sets me down as gracefully as he lifted me up.

“I will remember this position for later.”

“I like how you say that. As if we’re not done with each other.”

“We are not. You, Golda Birnbaum, have burrowed your way into my heart. I cannot ignore how you affect me. Nor do I want to.”

That’s scary. Terrifying. And heart-poundingly sweet. I say nothing in return, because I’m overwhelmed.

I want this guy, in every way possible.

Once Sten carries the stroller down the steps to the sidewalk, I cover Sadie with baby blankets. It doesn’t take long to realize the stroller’s not doing well on the icy sidewalks. At my request, Sten takes the stroller back to the house while I carry Sadie. She’s wide awake, enjoying the fresh air and light snow falling. Fortunately, we only live a few blocks from Rachel’s in-laws.

Sten slides his arm around my waist. I don’t want to chance dropping Sadie, so he can’t hold my hand, but this is better. Each time I slip, he steadies me.

“You’re very good in snow. Do you have a lot of snow on Zyan?”

“In the northern mountains. We train there as well as in the desert, water, marshes, and fire pits.”

“Fire pits?”

“Zyan’s geography is similar to Earth’s but we train on other worlds as well, to ensure we’re prepared for any conditions. On Elini, fire pits open without warning. One opened up in front of me as I was about to set my foot down. I nearly fell in.”

A cold chill goes through me as I imagine what he’s been through. “That explains why diapering a four-month-old didn’t stress you.”

“It did. But warriors don’t give up.” He stares into my eyes. “Ever.”

I let that sink in as we reach Rachel’s new home. From the outside, her in-laws’ brownstone looks similar to ours, but they have three levels whereas we only have two. Rachel and Eli have the third floor to themselves. Mom took Sadie for the week so Rachel and Eli could have some alone time. They’ve had enough. I’d like my own alone time… with Sten.

Knocking on the door does nothing. No one answers. No one’s home, but I don’t want Sadie out in the cold any longer than necessary. I hand her to Sten while I fish out my emergency key from my jeans.

Before I insert my key, the door swings open. There stands Rachel in a silky pink robe at three in the afternoon, her long blonde hair tousled about her. For a moment I wonder if she’s sick too, but then I notice her puffy lips and… Is that whipped cream in her hair? Ew. I don’t want to think about her and Eli getting busy.

“Eli!” Rachel screams as she grabs Sadie from Sten and slams the door in our faces.

Sten doesn’t look puzzled. I guess he’s used to that type of reaction. Well, I’m not.

I pound on the door. Sure, I can use my key, but I want Rachel to know I’m not happy with her rude behavior.

The door opens again, and this time it’s Eli. He grabs me by my coat, pulls me in, and slams the door shut, harder than before… leaving Sten alone outside.

CHAPTERTWELVE

STENIKOV

It’s not hard understanding what’s happening here. These humans are afraid of me. Normally, I’d walk away, but that male grabbed my female and pulled her inside. I don’t know who he is or what his intention is.

I’m about to pound on the door, but then I hear Golda’s voice inside. “What the fuck, Rachel! Open that door this instant.”

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