“Turn over,” he murmured.
Lily hesitated and then against her better judgment turned. With a devilish grin, he whisked her bra down her arms and tossed it on the garment-draped bush. Her gaze jumped to his face, ready to flee if she read derision in his eyes. Being naked in the great outdoors raised her vulnerability, especially since the alien remained fully clothed.
The heat in his brown eyes was approval but tinged with something else that jerked at her insecurities. Lily’s hands darted up to cover her breasts, but he caught them and placed them back at her sides.
“You’re just as beautiful as I remembered,” he said, seeming to stroke her breasts with his eyes. “Don’t try to hide.”
Stories of experimenting aliens flashed through her mind and uneasy with the total exposure, Lily attempted to read him, trying to second-guess his intentions. His eyes glowed, more golden than brown, and they seemed to change color as she studied him but gave away none of his thoughts. Lily breathed out a frustrated sigh. She didn’t think he was lying. But she’d been wrong before.
“I have to taste you,” he breathed.
Suiting action to word, he leaned over to sip at her mouth. Slow, lazy kisses that left her wanting a deeper penetration. Lily reached for him, twining her arms around his neck and tugging him close to force a proper down and dirty kiss so she could taste him. The sort of carnal kiss she’d always craved from Ambrose. The sort of kiss she’d hungered for and never received. But then her naked breasts squashed against the cotton of his shirt, reminding Lily of her vulnerable position. Naked versus fully clothed. Lily tensed the length of her body, shock at her exposed state kicking her in the gut. Public sex. Where was her head? Ah-ah. Dumb question. She’d been blindsided by the thought of sex after such a long dry spell. But even so…
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.
Alex pulled away enough to stroke his fingers down her face. “Don’t fret,” he murmured in his husky voice. “Let me pleasure you.”
“Plea…pleasure?” Lily’s toes curled in reaction while she felt moisture gush between her thighs.
“Please, let me touch you, Lily. I need you.”
If he’d said anything else, she would have refused. But to be needed. That was different. An enticing lure for a woman who’d failed to hold her man in the past.
“Are you sure?” Lily infused her words with a silent plea for reassurance. Under his hot, hungry gaze, her legs trembled and her stomach roiled with the force of the panicked butterflies stampeding inside.
Alex smiled then, obviously picking up on her hesitation. “I don’t do anything I’m not sure about. Don’t over think, Lily.” His hand wandered downward and lazily circled the nipple of her left breast. A trail of goose bumps surfaced in the wake of his touch, nudging her desire higher. Making it difficult for her to refuse.
Lily swallowed, while she battled the need to grab him and direct his mouth to her nipple. Last night had given her a taste of how the sensation would feel. She recalled the wet, moist warmth of his mouth and the tug that shot to her pussy when he’d drawn her nipple deep into his mouth. Now, she wanted more. Craved more, but she was terrified to verbalize the needs that coursed through her body.
What if he laughed?
Ambrose had called her a slut the only time she’d suggested where he touch her. But even being knocked back hadn’t stopped her fantasizing. Besides, when a male looked like Alex, it was natural to wonder. And Lily gave her mind full rein. She wanted him to kiss his way down her body, part her folds and tease her clit until she tumbled into orgasm. Lily panted, feeling suddenly scorching hot from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
He wouldn’t know if she didn’t tell him.
“Alex?”
“Hmm?” He planted a kiss in her cleavage and nuzzled the curves of her full breasts.
“Stop teasing. Kiss me.”
“Teasing? Me? I don’t think so.”
Lily felt the silent laughter in him and was about to protest when he kissed his way up the slope of one breast. Her eyes drifted shut to relish his ministrations.
His fingers tangled in her damp hair. The light massage he gave her scalp sent a frisson of pleasure surging through her veins, but still he teased her, fondling, stroking and kissing every part of her upper body apart from where she needed his touch most.
“Alex,” Lily said in a stern and very un-Lily-like voice. “Please kiss my nipple.”
Alex lifted his head to grin. “Moon heart, I thought you’d never ask.”
At last. Lily relaxed against the blanket, closed her eyes and waited for the warmth of his mouth, for pleasure to drug her system. I wonder what a moon heart is, she thought dreamily. She felt a quick tug on one nipple and promptly forgot about moon hearts. The sensation repeated on the other and then…nothing.
Her eyelids flew open, and he could see the clear consternation in her blue eyes. Alex wanted to laugh but manfully held back his inclination. At this stage, Lily wasn’t ready to be laughed at. She needed tender wooing… Wooing! Hell, just listen to his thoughts. He shouldn’t touch this woman. His only excuse for the constant contact was that it helped ease the painful throb in his groin and in the rest of his limbs.
Alex sucked in a deep breath, the faint tang of her arousal an aphrodisiac to his raging hormones. His erection tightened to a painful intensity that told him to quit with the teasing. He couldn’t handle much more of the petting without wanting to take it further, to free his cock and surge deep inside her cunt.
A shiver rocked him clear to his toes. Man, he wanted inside so much his hands trembled, his palms sweated. But that just wasn’t gonna happen. He wouldn’t let it. Focus, dammit.
“Alex?”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t make me beg.”
A chuckle escaped. Even though the teasing tormented him, too, watching Lily lose some of her stupid inhibitions thrilled him to the inside of his bone structure. The Earth woman was so beautiful. At the back of his mind was a vision—he’d drag her off to the nearest cave, have wild tigoth sex, and not let her leave until she bore him a child. Alex snorted. A bit presumptuous of course, but that was the way he felt—for the first time in his life. And it scared him to death because the timing sucked dragonbird eggs. His father wanted to match him up with a suitable female. Eventually, he’d have to join and bestow his mark, probably on the female his father chose, but not before he’d proved his worth.
Lily’s nipple puckered up as though silently begging his touch. Unable to resist, Alex covered the tip of her breast with his mouth, laving her nipple with his tongue. Her soft groan boosted the pleasure he gained from touching her silky skin. Alex sucked lightly to test her reaction. She bucked beneath him, her hands tugging insistently in a silent bid for more. So he’d give her more, he decided.
Alex pulled away from her breast with a soft slurping sound to survey his handiwork. Her nipple looked wet and glistened in the sun. A soft blush highlighted her cheeks while her lips glowed red from his kisses. With her hair loose and disheveled, she appealed to him on every level. Lily reminded him of Marisee, the famous Dalconian consort. Marisee’s portrait graced the wall of the salon in the castle. Rumor said males dueled for her favors, and the court had gone into mourning when she died. Lily had the same look—like the women in the Renaissance paintings depicted in his Italian guidebook.
“Alex?” she whispered, gazing at him through lowered lashes.
“Just lie back and enjoy.” One of them might as well gain satisfaction from the experience.
Using his tongue, Alex licked around the rim of her belly button in sweet agonizing circles that wound desire inside him like a tight coil. She tasted of spices, reminding him of the small square sweets his nurse used to give him when he was an undergrown. But that was where the memory ended. Lily made him think very grown-up thoughts, and he thanked the gods he was grown.
The small indentation quivered under his tongue, he hea
rd a soft gasp. Alex moved further down her body, splayed her thighs and moved into the gap created. Short, dusky curls guarded her sex. Different from Dalcon females. The difference intrigued him, and he tugged the dark curls, brushing his fingers through them to test and memorize the texture. Her excited scent teased at him. Alex breathed deeply and parted her slick folds, the juices of her arousal making her swollen clit shine like a lamp in the broad daylight.
Pretty—and so appealing.
Raw need raced through him, and as if she sensed how his control balanced on a sword’s edge, Lily shifted restlessly beneath him, inflaming his stiff, erect tom to extremes. Alex swallowed, tension curling tightly in his stomach. At the back of his mind, he noted his hand trembled as he reached out to touch a small dewdrop of arousal. Unable to resist, he slid a finger over her clit in a teasing, passing foray. He glanced up her body to see the wildly beating pulse at her throat and the way she’d caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her body arced upward, to keep the pressure on her clitoris.
“Please don’t stop,” Lily whispered. “Please.”
“I won’t stop,” he promised. God, he couldn’t now if he tried. Her response was genuine—so different from the palace consorts. Lily tempted him because she was so sincere. Not a hint of greed shone in her eyes.
He set about exploring, soothing her with his touch, tormenting and gently biting the soft contours of her lower body. Alex’s tongue darted out to taste the soft skin of her inner thighs. Lily murmured something soft that he didn’t understand but the jerk of her hips enabled him to hazard a guess.
He splayed one hand over her belly, holding her still while he lapped across her clit. Her juices tasted of the same spice that coated her skin. Delicious. Each foray of his tongue across her clit pushed his own arousal higher until his heart pounded against his rib cage.
Lily groaned long and hard, her body straining against his palm holding her still. Along with the desperate need that coursed his body, Alex felt a sense of achievement.
“Alex, I need…I need more,” she gasped.
On hearing the entreaty in her voice, Alex dropped his hands to cup her buttocks. He lifted her to his mouth and licked in slow, languorous circles around her swollen, weeping clitoris.
“Alex,” she pleaded, her thighs trembling.
Lily felt the slow slide of his tongue across her aroused flesh. Frissons of excitement shook her. Her mouth felt dry as sun-scorched earth during a drought. Every bit of moisture in her body pooled between her thighs. A shimmy of current danced from her clit spreading outward in the promise of more to come.
A small cry escaped as she rose upward to meet his lips. One finger slid into her cunt, filling an emptiness she hadn’t been aware of. His finger plunged into her pussy then pulled out, only to return, each languid move timed to coincide with the lap of his tongue across her clit. The fire built. Lily strained against his mouth and questing tongue, every bit of pressure on her swollen bud propelling her higher until she thought she might fly.
“Oh, Alex.” Lily squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the tiny burst of stars that danced across her lids. An almost painful shock darted from her center, gathering momentum. Explosive. Intense. A sob broke at the back of her throat. She swallowed dryly, hips jerking, body shaking at the strength of the orgasm that rolled through her.
As her pussy contracted and jumped beneath his mouth, Alex’s cock throbbed mercilessly. The bloody thing seemed to have developed a mind of its own. His tom wanted in. Alex mentally gritted his teeth and lapped at her flower nectar, battling the lust that hammered at him.
Gradually, Lily’s spectacular curves and soft body relaxed beneath his touch. She sighed and when he glanced up, he saw her eyelids flutter open.
“That was amazing. Can we do it again?” Then Lily clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes big and blue, staring at him over her fingers in shock.
Her breathless question and wide-eyed reaction drew a strained chuckle. “I’d love to,” Alex said, but he didn’t tell her though he’d love to fuck her, he wasn’t going to go a step further. Well, okay. Maybe just a bit of petting to soothe the nip of the bonding ties.
He glanced at the Earth timepiece strapped around his wrist. They’d already been here over an hour.
“I guess we don’t have time,” Lily said with a regretful sigh. Then she brightened. “Maybe later?”
“I think I’ve created a monster,” Alex teased.
The blood drained from her face without warning, leaving ghostly cheeks. “You don’t have to,” she said quickly. “I’ll understand—”
Alex stopped her words with a hard kiss followed by tongue action. He shuddered inwardly at the desperation that stalked his body. How the hell was he going to keep his tom out of her delicious pussy?
Killer’s bark sounded, closer than the previous times he’d heard her.
“Lily? Alex? Where you?” she called. “You hiding? I find!”
Damn, he should probably urge Lily to dress before the devil creature arrived. Killer seemed very protective of Lily, and Alex figured she wouldn’t be too happy if she saw he had Lily naked. He stood without haste and plucked Lily’s ice-blue underwear off the bush.
“Dry,” he said in a satisfied tone.
Lily accepted the silky garments from him. “I suppose we should go. We still have a way to drive.”
“There’s no hurry,” Alex murmured. He heard Killer crashing through the undergrowth and the odd bark.
“Ouch! Prickles!” she yelped.
“I’ll check to see if your clothes are dry enough to put on.”
“I’ll be putting clothes on regardless,” Lily said primly. “You never know who might see.”
Well, ain’t that the King’s truth, Alex thought, considering Killer’s possible responses. He ripped his gaze off Lily’s spectacular curves with difficulty and wandered over to the bush to get her clothes. When he turned back, she’d already donned her underwear. A pity.
Alex handed Lily her skirt and jumper. “Still damp.”
“Never mind. I’ll change when we get to Rotorua. There’s Killer,” she said looking past him. “Killer! Over here, sweetie. Can you grab her so she doesn’t wander off again?”
Killer trotted up to them with pink tongue lolling, her teeth bared in a doggie smile. She spotted Lily and froze. “You take Lily’s clothes off,” she barked.
The dog was accusing him!
Alex opened his mouth to deny the charge then cast a dubious glance at Lily. Shit, he’d have to bite his tongue, and the spotted creature knew it.
She stalked over to him, muttering in low barks. “Doesn’t happen on TV. People keep clothes on. Difficult case. Hold out for more food next time.” She prowled closer to Alex, the hair along her spine rising as she glared at him. “Meddling alien.”
Nope, Alex thought, wondering what on earth the devil creature was burbling about while keeping a wary eye on those teeth. There was nothing sweet about Killer.
* * * * *
Killer muttered in a low nonstop growl for the ten minutes it took for them to drive into the city of Rotorua. Alex tried to ignore the lunatic ravings, but it was difficult with the dog’s wet nose poked into his side and the grumbles directed to his ear. A bit like a smoking shooter except this weapon had sharp teeth.
Alex stared out the window at the lake and attempted to shut out the droning yaps coming from the devil creature. Lily seemed happy to concentrate on driving.
The dog leaned on him when they rounded a corner and whispered a low threat, “I tell Janaya on you.”
“She’s in Alaska.” Alex wound down the window to blow the dog smell out of his space. A wave of sulfur hit him, and he glimpsed steam from a vent in the middle of a fenced off reserve. Although he’d read about the smell in Rotorua, he hadn’t expected it to be quite as pungent.
“What’s wrong with Killer?”
“No idea,” Alex muttered.
“You know,” Killer snarled. “L
ily no clothes. Janaya be angry. She shoot.”
Alex suppressed a shiver of horror and adjusted his trousers just to make sure he was intact. A nervous reaction. Shooting was the least of his problems where Janaya was concerned.
“Perhaps she needs a run.” Lily pulled up outside the Whakarewarewa Thermal Reserve. “I’ll drop you off here.”
Alex opened his door and Killer jumped out.
“I need food,” she barked.
“Killer, you stay with me, sweetie. They don’t like dogs in there.”
“Huh!” Killer sniffed in clear disdain. “I have talk with Alex.”
That didn’t sound good. Alex pointed to a sign. It bore a dog with a big black cross through it.
“Someone graffiti on dog,” Killer snapped.
“That means no dogs,” Alex countered. And to prove it, he strode up to the ticket booth. “Can I take my dog in?”
“Not his dog!” Killer yelped. “Meddling alien!”
“Sorry, sir. No dogs allowed,” the young woman in the ticket booth said.
Alex smirked. Damn it felt good to best the devil creature.
“Don’t want to go in anyway,” Killer sniffed. “Smells bad like rotten egg. I want real food.” But she kept peeking through the gate each time it opened to admit another visitor. Alex didn’t try to hide his grin. The dog wanted to explore so badly her shiny nose twitched.
“I’ll take memories.” Alex patted his brand new image machine. “You can see them later tonight.”
“Of course I will,” Lily said in a puzzled tone. “Killer can come with me. Is an hour long enough? We can make it longer but it’s still an hour’s drive to Taupo, and you’ll want to see some of the other sights.”
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