He ogled her, noting a tiny twitch of her nose and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Recalling the softness of her breasts, his cock began to harden.
He lifted his gaze to her face.
Her eyes were open. “What are you doing?”
“Watching you sleep?”
Her gaze took in his changed attire. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just a little while.”
“How are you feeling?”
“After my loss of self-control last night?” His mouth twisted. “Embarrassed, but physically fine.” His head ached a tad, but the shower had helped. “I’m sorry for getting drunk and passing out on you.” Literally on her—he had a vague recollection of collapsing on top of her.
“No harm done.”
“Do you, uh, have any regrets?” he asked.
“About kissing you?” She hesitated. “Not if you don’t.”
“If you don’t, then I don’t.” He paused. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.”
“So, it wasn’t just the alcohol?”
“I’m 100 percent sober now.” He scooped her close and kissed her.
Part sigh, part moan, she released a sound of contentment and relaxed against him. He growled with satisfaction and relief, tangling his fingers in her hair, holding her even closer. He pressed soft kisses to her closed eyelids, her cute, alien shell ears, and her smooth creamy throat.
She slipped her hands inside his robe and splayed her palms across his chest. Nerve endings lit up at her touch against his naked skin. Heat sizzled, and he pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue dancing with hers. Her sensual alien scent filled his head, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
He ached for her. “If you wish to leave, now would be a good time to do so.”Don’t go. Don’t go.
“I want to stay.”
Elation coiled with desire into an intense heat. This time, he would not fall asleep! He still couldn’t believe he’d done that—but in a way, he figured it had worked out for the best, enabling him to beclearlypresent and alert during their first encounter.
She pushed his robe off his shoulders then rolled away and tugged at her tunic. He assisted with the removal, pulling it over her head and flinging the rumpled garment aside. Pants, underwear, and his robe were shed.
His erection felt hot and heavy. Being with her like this, her warm, womanly softness pressing against him, it amazed him he’d ever had any reservations.
Her hands were moving, igniting tingling heat. She clasped his cock and caressed, causing him to shudder with need, but he reached out to her, cupping her breasts, stroking her hard nipples, smoothing over her stomach, and finally delving into the wet curls at the apex of her thighs. Satisfaction filled him as she gasped and shuddered when he fondled her folds and clit.
Until this moment, he hadn’t consideredphysicalcompatibility. Of course, he’d entered into this marriage assuming they would not become intimate. He’d appreciated herexotic beauty without thinking of her as different, yet he realized that had been a bit naïve. With satisfaction and a small measure of relief, he noted her anatomy didn’t differ greatly from female Kaldorans.
“Do I look the same as males from your planet?” he asked.
“Mm…better.” She stroked his cock.
He chuckled and nuzzled her ear. “You do know how to stroke my ego.”
“Is that what this is? Your ego?” She squeezed his erection.
Rising desire coursed through him, and he claimed her mouth while he caressed her clit, eliciting drenching wetness from her pussy.
Sweet nothings became gasps of desire and moans of encouragement when their bodies joined. His balls drew tight, and his cock ached with intense pleasure as they found a timeless rhythm. Mouths met in an open, wet kiss. Sensation coiled and centered in his throbbing erection as he plunged into her tight, contracting channel. When she came, her pussy fluttered around his cock, and it ignited his own orgasm.
She dragged her fingertips along his spine, the slight scrape heightening his climax. His body convulsed, and he released his seed in a shattering rapture.
