Never going to happen.
Terrans were just as likely to stab him in the back as any of his own people. Hence, he kept to himself, forever stuck on Earth.
Starting the ignition, he shuddered as doubts crept in. Can I satisfy her, make her want to be with an alien? On his own planet, he’d only dated a few women. Claire had depth and an air of mystery he wanted to explore, but he had to remain in control before his curiosity landed him in trouble.
Chapter Three
A quaint little red brick house on a quiet side street. That’s what Claire walked into, clinging to Andy. Not at all like the house she expected her date to live in. Didn’t all actors live in apartments and condos? At least until they made their first million.
After a quick glance around the simply furnished living room, she pivoted to face him. All of his passion seemed to have disappeared. He hadn’t uttered a word the entire drive, hadn’t touched her since leaving the restaurant. Had he changed his mind? Had she done something wrong? And what’s with his green pallor?
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? I can leave if you want, take a cab home.”
“No!” He cleared his throat and rubbed his palms down his pants. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve done this dating thing.”
She chuckled, a wave of relief easing some of her anxiousness. Even the Greek hottie had a vulnerable side, and she found it refreshing. “Me, too.”
Fumbling with the zipper behind her back, she unfastened her dress. She slid the straps over her shoulders and the material slithered down her body, to the floor.
Andy’s jaw dropped. Exactly the reaction she’d hoped for.
“I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you want me. Say that tonight I’m yours.” She cringed. Am I going too fast for him?
He rushed forward and claimed her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. Her mind stopped functioning, filled with undeniable need. Andy. She’d never wanted anything more in her life. Her own Greek god. As if Eros had seen her nighttime fantasies and plucked him away from Mount Olympus to meet her.
Fitting his firm body to hers, he guided her blindly until her back hit a hard surface. Oh, God. She moaned into his mouth, brushing her leg along the outside of his thigh. She craved him inside her, fucking her until they came.
He gripped her legs, lifting her up the wall. Straddling his waist, she sucked in a quick breath. She didn’t care where he took her, so long as he didn’t stop. At least he hadn’t shoved her out the door after seeing her nearly naked. He actually wanted her. For now.
Propping her higher, he slid his hands over her ass to reach between her legs. Her shoes clattered to the floor. Yes, please. He slipped her thin panties aside and she gasped. Her head spun.
With easy caresses and the occasional quick pinch, he teased her clit, desire rushing straight to her core. He kissed her, plunging a finger into her heat at the same time. Breathe, dammit! Every nerve ending lit up with maddening pleasure. She clung to him in desperation. How had she gone so long without?
Another digit. Then a third. She writhed in delight. With his thumb, he stroked her clit, tearing away any last bit of resistance. So close.
Claire gripped his muscular arms, panting. “Oh, God!”
Not slowing down, Andy continued his tormenting ministrations.
Her muscles tensed and she burst like a Fourth of July fireworks display, the spasms rocketing through every limb. Tremors continued for several seconds, leaving her numb and struggling to hang on. “Holy fuck!”
He carried her across the room, lowering her onto a plush couch, his fingers still dancing inside her pussy, continuing their magic. Lifting her hips, she ached for more.
“Andy, I want you in me. Now.” She craved the complete experience, a night full of satisfying, do-it-till-you-can’t-move sex.
He pulled a square package from his pocket and unzipped his fly, then rolled a bright blue condom over his thick cock. Pulling off her panties, he tossed them across the room.
Why isn’t he removing all of his clothes? But he drove deep inside her, and she didn’t care. Finding her G-spot on the first plunge, he sent her over the edge again, and again.
***
“Let’s have a shower together.” Claire rubbed his arms, glancing up at him, her eyes still filled with lust. “We can wash each other. Or just get dirty again.”
Andy’s cock sprang to life, ready for another round. But he had to stop, unable to allow things to go any further. “I can’t.” He zipped his fly and buckled his belt, regret torturing his soul.
“Why not? We have all night, right?”
He wished for that and more. But he knew his limitations. “The thing is—”
She stepped back, her gaze guarded. “I get it. A one-time thing.” Gathering her clothes, she dressed before he had the chance to stop her.
Standing in front of him, she pressed a finger to his chest. “I understand the one-night stand deal, but I expected you to want more. I was willing to suck your cock, try new things. But you’re going to miss out because you’re in a rush to get me out of your life.”
Suck my cock? Something he’d never experienced before. And what other things did she want to try? His dick throbbed, ready to burst.
She stormed over to the foyer. “Now, if you would phone a cab to take me home, I’ll go wait outside.”
Shit! “No.”
“No, what?” She glared at him, her nostrils flaring. “No, you don’t want me to leave, or no, you don’t even have the decency to call me a cab?”
He swallowed his pride. “I want you to stay.” What power did this woman have over him? Even angry, she still piqued his curiosity. Not just when it came to sex, but he longed to hold her. And never let go. “But no shower. How about some coffee?”
Tilting her head to the side, she dug the toe of her shoe into the floor. “Doing things a little backward, aren’t we?”
He grimaced, shifting from one foot to the other. “Whatever works, right?”
The animosity seemed to leave the room, as he’d hoped. She gave him a half-smile, rocking on the tips of her toes. “You really want me to stay?”
Self-preservation twisted his gut, but he still nodded. “Yes. Come in, sit down, and I’ll brew a pot of coffee.” He rushed to the kitchen. Did I make the right decision? If she left in the next few minutes, he refused to stop her. But if she stayed, he had to keep his mouth shut, never letting his secret slip.
Chapter Four
Claire sighed, snuggling against Andy’s chest as they lay on the couch. Even through his shirt, his steady breathing brought her peace. The sexy Santa had more in common with her than she’d ever imagined. They’d both lost their parents, had no family nearby, and had few friends. He was someone she could relate to. Someone who understood the loneliness of life on your own.
He stroked her face, filling her with contented warmth, yet she missed the fullness of him inside her already.
“It’s late. Why don’t you come to bed with me?” His muscles tensed under her. “That is, if you want to stay.”
Her heart raced. He actually wanted her to spend the night? After the rough start at his place, she hadn’t even expected to be invited to stick around after sex. Yet, she remained there, hoping for more. As much as he offered.
Her throat constricted. What’s going to happen in the morning? Will he send me on my way and never call? Staying a few more hours wouldn’t change the outcome. But, at least she wouldn’t be alone.
“Yes, I’d like to stay.” And she wanted to get his shirt off. Even if they didn’t have sex for the rest of their time together, she craved the skin-on-skin contact.
Fingering the top of his shirt, she began to unbutton it.
He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t.”
Adrenaline rushed through her veins and she gasped. What did I do wrong? She didn’t dare move for fear of his next reaction. She didn’t want to leave yet. But, if he asked her to
go, she’d flee faster than a stock car on a racetrack. Even with the heartache, she didn’t want him to see her cry. And she refused to beg.
His grip loosened. “I’m sorry. I…I have scars. I’m very self-conscious of them.”
That’s it? She kissed his nose, hoping to lighten the mood. Many people had scars. He had nothing to be ashamed of. “I won’t judge. I won’t even ask you how you got them. It’s just…I need to touch you.”
He stood, shuffling away from her and running his fingers through his gorgeous hair.
How does he look so good at this hour, after hot sex?
He faced her, his gaze devoid of any emotion. “This is exactly why I don’t date, why I don’t get close to anyone.”
Her stomach lurched. She’d scared him away, wanting too much, too soon. Commitment issues plagued her, too. Certain if she got too close to someone, she would lose them as she did her family. This was a bad idea. I never should have listened to Tiffany.
Grabbing her purse, Claire headed for the door. “Thanks for dinner. Merry Christmas.” Unable to look at him, she clutched the doorknob. So much for this holiday season being any different from the years before.
“Wait.”
No. She craved the euphoria of a connection, not the piercing pain of rejection. Yet, her feet refused to move, leaving her standing at the door like a fool.
“You want me to take my shirt off? Fine, I will. But promise me you won’t scream. And if you want to leave after, I understand.”
She paused. What kind of scars could be so bad she’d scream and run away?
“Okay, turn around.”
Circling slowly, she snuck a peek to see the scars he hid. But not a single mark marred his body.
Instead of scars, she stared at his green body, the same color as new spring grass.
What the hell?
Her mouth fell open and Andy braced for her screech. It never came.
Claire took a hesitant step forward. “What are you?”
That was better than the reaction he expected. “Would you believe an extraterrestrial?”
She crossed her arms then quickly dropped them back to her sides. “No. I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I don’t have any other explanation for you.” Many times he’d wished to explain away the color of his skin, but nothing plausible ever came to mind.
He waited for her to turn tail and run. But she stayed rooted to the floor, blinking rapidly before finally glancing away. The silence bothered him more than anything. He needed a reaction, longed to read her thoughts. “Well, what do you think?”
She met his gaze. “I know you’re not crazy.”
“But, you’re scared.” Who wouldn’t be the first time they met someone from another planet? He’d jumped like a solar flare the first time he met a Terran. Thank goodness the woman had assumed him sick and pointed him in the direction of the antacids.
“I am, a little. Though I’m more curious than anything.” She reached out to him, as if letting a dog sniff her.
“I’m still the same guy you were cuddling with minutes ago, the same guy who made you come.” Telling her was a mistake. A huge mistake.
How am I going to clean up this mess?
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. I just never expected to date an alien.” She inched forward, maintaining eye contact. “I mean, except for the color of your skin, you look human. Scientists have said that there is no way an extraterrestrial would look like us.”
Glancing away, he shook his head. “With the millions of habitable planets in the universe, one cannot assume that evolution only happens the same way once. I’ve learned of several other intelligent species that are very different from us, but Earth is not the only planet with humanoids.”
She flattened a palm on his chest, her eyes growing wider. “I have so many questions.”
He released a heavy sigh. “I do, too, like why you’re taking the news so well. But, I’m really tired. And I need to get some sleep.” Even though he wanted to be with her again now that she knew the truth, see if she really accepted him as an alien. “If I’m going to spend one more day with kids telling me what they want for Christmas, that they know I’m not the real Santa Claus, or simply screaming, I need to be well rested to keep my cool.”
She smiled, no hint of fear. “You still want me to stay?”
“Only if you want to.” The first test as to whether she really wanted to be with him now that she knew the truth.
“I do.”
“Okay.” Stepping around her, he locked the front door, his heart beating faster than the speed of light. Will telling her come back to bite me in the ass? Will she tell the world of my origins?
His instincts told him no. But, if she did, he would move across the country, become someone else. It hadn’t been so hard to create his current identity when he’d arrived on the planet.
He wrapped his arm around her and guided her to his room, taking the biggest chance of his life. For some mysterious reason, he wanted her around.
Chapter Five
Alien. Christmas Eve and she lay in bed with a guy from another planet, cuddled up against his warm green body. When Claire first noticed his green tinge, she never expected extraterrestrial ancestry to be the reason. But the tan color on Andy’s face and arms had washed away; the green hadn’t.
Filled with the buzz and comfort of being in his arms, she snuggled closer. One night she didn’t have to spend alone. Others might have run away with the knowledge she had, but she never wanted to leave his side. If he had plans to hurt her, he’d have done so by then.
Shifting onto her back, she grasped the firm cock that rested between the cheeks of her ass. Andy moaned, but his eyes remained closed, mouth gaping open.
She giggled. Just like any other male on Earth. I wonder if he tastes the same.
Anxious to find out, she slid under the covers. Licking the tip like a frozen treat, she tasted the same briny flavor of any other guy she’d been with in the past. She took his whole cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the base. He woke up and groaned, fisting a clump of her hair.
“This is a far better way to wake up than by a damn alarm clock.”
With a grin, she kept pace with his gentle thrusts.
He stopped, pulling her back up. “Lie on top of me and swing yourself around. I want to taste you, too.”
Holy shit! Sixty-nining with an extraterrestrial. Poking her tongue into her cheek, she mentally slapped herself. You can’t keep thinking about him like that. Or, you’re going to let his secret slip. Especially if she were to have a serious relationship with him. If he wanted that. If a relationship was even possible for his kind.
God, why couldn’t she shut off that part of her brain, live in the now?
Twisting around, knees on either side of his head, she lay across his well-toned body. No matter where he came from, he exuded perfection. And with the truth out in the open, she craved his full attention.
Returning her concentration to his cock, she swallowed him to the back of her throat. Then she let off, repeating the motions over and over. Each grunt from Andy encouraged her to continue, to make him come.
He grabbed her thighs, perhaps because he was close to release, but instead he spread her legs open until her pussy stuck in his face. With one lap of his tongue, she lost control, electric tension shooting from her clitoris to the tips of her fingers, toes, and her brain.
Lifting away to catch her breath, she feared choking or biting him, not a memory she wanted to have of their time together.
He licked again, the thrill even greater. With each pass of his tongue, she struggled to hang on to her sanity, gripping the sheets, desperate to cling to something. For a guy who had limited experience with women, he certainly knew what buttons to press.
No longer able to support herself, she let her weight fall on Andy. Then he tongued her ass. Unexpected. Explosive.
She burst, fire rushing through her veins. Every synapse fired
simultaneously. If spontaneous combustion existed, she’d just experienced it.
“Holy, fuck, Andreas!”
He gripped her hips. “You like?”
“Yes.” She’d never had such an intense orgasm and wanted to give the same to him. She couldn’t be selfish.
Orgasm somewhat subsided, she settled between his legs and focused once more his cock. He pulled her off again. Doesn’t he like oral sex? Is it some kind of alien thing? His weakness?
“Are you still up for having a shower together? Washing each other?”
“Of course, but don’t you like getting head?” Were there guys who didn’t enjoy oral sex?
He groaned. “I love it. Your mouth is pure magic. I just have to relieve myself before you continue.”
She giggled, glad her assumption had been incorrect. She didn’t want to be labeled as a bad lover.
Following him into the bathroom, a sudden rush of hope and courage filled her. She waited until he’d flushed then pressed her body to his. “Hey, Andy, since we’re both not doing anything for the holidays, why don’t we spend it together? You could come over to my house when you’re done working. I’ll make a special dinner, and you can stay the night if you want… maybe spend Christmas together?”
Cringing, she glanced at the floor. She hadn’t meant to say all of that, but once she started talking, it all spilled out. Now comes the rejection. Because no guy spent Christmas with a woman he’d just met. Her expectations were way too high. She’d done it again, set herself up for disappointment.
He slowly rubbed her back, giving her some hope. He had, after all, revealed his secret to her. That had to count for something, right?
“Claire, based on my few years here, I understand how lonely the holidays can be. I’d love to spend some more time with you.”
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