male with flirtatious banter. Men didn’t lust after her. They went for confident women like Katra’Ruma or fun girls like Benni. Nobody had ever wanted her before.
“Shsh.” He rubbed her back. “Easy, kitten.”
“You assume a lot,” she finally managed to get out.
One of his rare smiles curved the corners of his lips. “Your body tells me a lot. Arousal coats you like perfume.”
With a quick step, he crossed in front of her and stopped so abruptly she nearly collided with him. Her breasts wound up only an inch from the wall of his chest—less than an inch every time she drew a deep breath. Looking around, she realized they were in front of her building. He had her so flustered she’d nearly walked right past it.
His hot breath hit her ear as he leaned closer. “Listen to your body. Let me show you what it can do.”
He buried his face in her neck and drew a deep breath. The touch of his lips against her pulse point made her shiver as much as his words did. She was pretty sure he was asking her to invite him up.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I’ve never—”
He ran one broad hand up the length of her spine. “I know you’re a virgin. I will not breach you with my cock. Our mating will come later. Tonight, we play.” His tongue flicked out to moisten her skin, maybe to taste her. “Nimanian men play with their females.”
Although her heart was beating frantically, Pixie didn’t balk like she thought she would. If he’d been any other guy, she might have thought he was just saying whatever it took to get upstairs, but she trusted Zeo. If he said he wouldn’t … well … breach her, then he wouldn’t. Despite how nervous he sometimes made her, she trusted him with her body.
“Just play?” She gulped. “Nothing more?”
Was she really going to do this? Some other woman must have hijacked her body because this definitely wasn’t her.
“You have my word,” he whispered.
Quaking like a frightened bunny rabbit, she nodded her head and fumbled for her keycard. The card got them into the building, but she had to scan her thumbprint to access her unit on the second floor. Her father had insisted on the extra precaution when she’d graduated and moved off campus.
The entire way, Zeo kept touching her, stroking her back or arm or hair until they entered her apartment and she closed the door behind them. Her trembling didn’t cease when she got inside. Instead, it intensified as she got the lights on and turned to face him.
Expecting him to leap on her, Pixie tried to prepare herself, but he just fixed her with his gaze. After a moment, he switched his attention to the tiny living area leading to her bedroom and stalked past her to move deeper inside. After a quick glance at his surroundings, he strolled through her open bedroom door and disappeared from sight. He didn’t call after her, didn’t even say a word. Shocked, she stood there and gaped.
It wasn’t until a full minute later that suspense and curiosity finally outweighed her nerves. She found herself tiptoeing after him, although she wasn’t sure what she’d find when she reached him. Had he gotten undressed? Was he lying naked beneath her sheets?
With a deep breath for courage, she entered the bedroom. There he was, standing fully clothed in front of her closet. Holding out his hand in silent invitation, he beckoned her closer. Despite her dry mouth, Pixie swallowed hard as she walked toward him.
*
Drawing on the patience of the hunter, Zeo remained quiet and still while Pixie closed the distance. Her fear smelled like freshly chipped ice, but the spicy aroma of her arousal lay just beneath it. The first was unnatural as far as he was concerned—a result of insecurity and whatever wariness her New Earthling culture must have instilled in her. The latter scent, however, was all her.
Her animal, her most basic self, called to him with the imperative to mate. Whether she acknowledged that pull or not, he knew they
“Shsh.” He rubbed her back. “Easy, kitten.”
“You assume a lot,” she finally managed to get out.
One of his rare smiles curved the corners of his lips. “Your body tells me a lot. Arousal coats you like perfume.”
With a quick step, he crossed in front of her and stopped so abruptly she nearly collided with him. Her breasts wound up only an inch from the wall of his chest—less than an inch every time she drew a deep breath. Looking around, she realized they were in front of her building. He had her so flustered she’d nearly walked right past it.
His hot breath hit her ear as he leaned closer. “Listen to your body. Let me show you what it can do.”
He buried his face in her neck and drew a deep breath. The touch of his lips against her pulse point made her shiver as much as his words did. She was pretty sure he was asking her to invite him up.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I’ve never—”
He ran one broad hand up the length of her spine. “I know you’re a virgin. I will not breach you with my cock. Our mating will come later. Tonight, we play.” His tongue flicked out to moisten her skin, maybe to taste her. “Nimanian men play with their females.”
Although her heart was beating frantically, Pixie didn’t balk like she thought she would. If he’d been any other guy, she might have thought he was just saying whatever it took to get upstairs, but she trusted Zeo. If he said he wouldn’t … well … breach her, then he wouldn’t. Despite how nervous he sometimes made her, she trusted him with her body.
“Just play?” She gulped. “Nothing more?”
Was she really going to do this? Some other woman must have hijacked her body because this definitely wasn’t her.
“You have my word,” he whispered.
Quaking like a frightened bunny rabbit, she nodded her head and fumbled for her keycard. The card got them into the building, but she had to scan her thumbprint to access her unit on the second floor. Her father had insisted on the extra precaution when she’d graduated and moved off campus.
The entire way, Zeo kept touching her, stroking her back or arm or hair until they entered her apartment and she closed the door behind them. Her trembling didn’t cease when she got inside. Instead, it intensified as she got the lights on and turned to face him.
Expecting him to leap on her, Pixie tried to prepare herself, but he just fixed her with his gaze. After a moment, he switched his attention to the tiny living area leading to her bedroom and stalked past her to move deeper inside. After a quick glance at his surroundings, he strolled through her open bedroom door and disappeared from sight. He didn’t call after her, didn’t even say a word. Shocked, she stood there and gaped.
It wasn’t until a full minute later that suspense and curiosity finally outweighed her nerves. She found herself tiptoeing after him, although she wasn’t sure what she’d find when she reached him. Had he gotten undressed? Was he lying naked beneath her sheets?
With a deep breath for courage, she entered the bedroom. There he was, standing fully clothed in front of her closet. Holding out his hand in silent invitation, he beckoned her closer. Despite her dry mouth, Pixie swallowed hard as she walked toward him.
*
Drawing on the patience of the hunter, Zeo remained quiet and still while Pixie closed the distance. Her fear smelled like freshly chipped ice, but the spicy aroma of her arousal lay just beneath it. The first was unnatural as far as he was concerned—a result of insecurity and whatever wariness her New Earthling culture must have instilled in her. The latter scent, however, was all her.
Her animal, her most basic self, called to him with the imperative to mate. Whether she acknowledged that pull or not, he knew they
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