Page 17 of My Christmas Alien Mate

My free hand moved up to grab a handful of her silken hair and found it just as soft as I had imagined.

A deep groan rising inside me told me that I needed to pull back, otherwise I would ravish her where we stood, right here, in the kitchen, which I might do later anyway, but I wanted our first time together to be in a proper bed. I wanted to see her naked form spread out on a soft mattress in front of me and relish every part of her.

I reluctantly broke our kiss and leaned my forehead against hers. Both of our breathing had increased, and against my chest, I felt the hard thumping of her heart matching the rhythm of mine.

Neither of us spoke for long moments, allowing our bodies to regain control and unwilling to break the spell that enveloped us from the moment our lips met.

"Best kiss ever," she finally said.

I nodded against her. "I want more of you," I confessed.

Myheartskippedabeat.I want more of you. Such simple words, and yet they meant everything to me. I didn't have much experience with kissing, or anything that came after. Living out here, secluded and far from the town, had ensured that, and later, at college, I had been too busy studying and wanting to make my grampa proud to get involved with boys much.

I had always told myselflater,later I will have time for that,and look, now it seemed I had all the time in the world with this alien, or at least until he hopped back onto his spaceship and flew off into the sunset—or the bank foreclosed on my house.

Those thoughts should have sobered me, but they didn't. I had already talked myself into the illusion that I wouldn't think about any consequences until it was time to pack up. I had promised myself these two weeks before I would allow reality to kick back in. Adding a hot blue alien who said things like, I want more of you, would just make it so much more appealing. These memories of him and Grampa's cabin would sustain me for the rest of my life, and I would make the best of it.

So I pushed all thoughts of the future away from me and did what I do best, compartmentalize.

"So do I," I told him.

The beeping of the coffeemaker brought us back to reality. For now. For some reason, I was certain that later there would be themorehe had promised.

I repeated my earlier question that started the kissing but rephrased it a little. "Let's find out how you like your coffee."

I handed him the cup and bit down thecareful it's hot, customary remark, because I remembered that temperatures didn't faze him. Instead I said, "Try a sip."

He did and made a face, making me smile. "Alright, try it now," I added a teaspoon of sugar.

He made another face, and I handed him my cup. "Do you like it like this?"

His lips tilted upward. "It tastes of you, perfect."

For some reason, his words went straight to my pussy, intensifying the already existing pulse in my clit. The image his words created in my mind wetted my canal, and I barely managed to hold back the delicious shudder that rolled through me.

"Come, you must be hungry." Food was the furthest thing from my mind, but I busied myself collecting the ready bacon, a plate filled with pancakes, and the syrup I had heated.

I shooed him to the dining table and fixed a plate for him. From the way he liked his coffee, I assumed he liked things sweet and poured a generous amount of syrup over his pancakes, then I sat across from him, needing some distance. Still, with his long legs and the small table, our knees met underneath it.

He watched me cut into my pancake and imitated my moves, but where my fork stopped halfway to my mouth to drink him in, his moved between his lips. The expression of bliss on his face when he tasted the first bite made me all kinds of fuzzy and warm inside.

"This is delicious," he praised.

"Wait until you taste the bacon," I promised. I had always loved the way the sweetness of the pancake contradicted the salty, harder texture of bacon, and it seemed he appreciated it too, as a moan escaped him.

"Amber, this is the best damn meal I ever had, besides your stew last night."

I beamed at the compliment, although I had a hard time imagining his words to be true since he had arrived in a freaking spaceship, making it safe to assume he had traveled at least our galaxy, if not more.

That thought killed the magic moment for me though, and I asked, "So, are you going out to explore today?"

He looked up from his food, and I regretted my words, because he, too, looked as if he had been caught up in whatever magic weaved between us and forgotten who he was and why.

"I suppose I should." He took a sip of his coffee and regarded me over the rim with unreadable eyes.

"What exactly are you supposed to be exploring? I mean, are you going to collect rock samples? Please don't say you'll be picking up animals."Or humans, my mind added,and if you do, take me. That idea sent a rush of excitement through me. Getting away from all this seemed like a perfect solution.

"Mostly, I would like to see more of you… humans," he said.

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