SAFIR: The Warlord's Bounty: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance) (Astral Guardians Book 1) by Rosette Lex Page A
Authors: Rosette Lex
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She would be soft, and warm, and fragrant, and she would blush and be flustered and maybe push on his chest. But not hard. She kept sneaking peeks at him through her eyelashes, and he knew she was having thoughts of her own.
Electricity ran between them. He panted softly, chest heaving, as she swung her legs over his thighs and settled onto his lap.
A low groan escaped him as she rolled her hips against his thighs. It took everything he had to keep his hands at his sides. He had to resist his urges. He wasn’t supposed to touch her.
If he did before the security cameras died and it was time to put her out of commission, there would be half a dozen angry Serbs in here with guns. He would survive, but the girl might not, and that idea horrified him more than usual. Even if she was screwing Bogdanovic, his instructions didn’t say anything about watching unarmed women get gunned down.
She relaxed as she felt him shiver slightly under him, her demure expression getting a tiny note of pride and excitement in it. As if she was gratified by what she aroused in him. As if she was thrilled in his presence as he was in hers. It can’t be what it feels like. It can’t be what my body is telling me. I can’t even think of the possibility. She’s the enemy.
“Closer?” she asked, her soft voice going low and liquid: a coo. He gasped for air, then nodded mutely. She smiled, lifting a leg and turning around so that her warm, rounded rump started to brush against his groin.
He let out a low grunt, hands flexing, and dug his fingers into the leather cushions. Can’t touch her. Can’t touch her. He groaned, panting for air as she settled her weight over him more firmly, and heard her giggle girlishly.
Cheeky thing. Let’s see how she likes it when I pin her against that wall and tear off her halter top with my teeth. Let’s see how much cheek she has when I rid her of that skirt panel by panel until she’s wearing nothing but the belt. How much she giggles when I stuff her full of my cock and--
She was trembling.
His eyes flew open and he leaned forward, setting his face into the soft cloud of her hair, feeling her body moving over him. Her hands were propped on his upper thighs, bracketing his groin, as she nudged and bumped against him...but her breath was coming fast, and shaky, and kept catching when she ground against him. And that tremor again. And the faint sound of her whimpering breath. She was getting just as turned on as he was.
The idea that the desire between them was mutual drove him into a frenzy. He stared around at the blinking lights behind the two-way mirrors lining the walls, and activated the electrical suppression field. The music fuzzed out as well, and the lights flickered, but all those little red lights, blessedly, went off.
He caught her in his arms from behind, and she moaned and let her head fall back on his shoulder as he pulled her against him. His fingers brushed her hair away from her neck as she lay against him, chest heaving, trembling, doing nothing at all to resist.
Her hands slid over his arms, pulling them closer to her, encouragingly. He kissed her neck, breathing in her scent under her spicy perfume, and she gasped softly.
“Who are you…” she whispered, stunned and hooked as his hands slid up to cup and knead her breasts through the sequined halter. “Oh God...never mind, just please don’t stop….”
He set his teeth against her neck, wanting to mark her, but then relented when she stiffened. Her tremors intensified; she tucked up her legs and turned in his grip, then wrapped them around him.
He stared at her, feeling her breath warm against his lips, the urge to take her pounding away inside of him like a primal command. Mine, he thought feverishly, as she swooned in his arms.
A hard knock on the door brought him back to himself; he looked up, eyes narrowing. They must have noticed the camera feeds going dead. She blinked up at him, confusion hazing her features.
Electricity ran between them. He panted softly, chest heaving, as she swung her legs over his thighs and settled onto his lap.
A low groan escaped him as she rolled her hips against his thighs. It took everything he had to keep his hands at his sides. He had to resist his urges. He wasn’t supposed to touch her.
If he did before the security cameras died and it was time to put her out of commission, there would be half a dozen angry Serbs in here with guns. He would survive, but the girl might not, and that idea horrified him more than usual. Even if she was screwing Bogdanovic, his instructions didn’t say anything about watching unarmed women get gunned down.
She relaxed as she felt him shiver slightly under him, her demure expression getting a tiny note of pride and excitement in it. As if she was gratified by what she aroused in him. As if she was thrilled in his presence as he was in hers. It can’t be what it feels like. It can’t be what my body is telling me. I can’t even think of the possibility. She’s the enemy.
“Closer?” she asked, her soft voice going low and liquid: a coo. He gasped for air, then nodded mutely. She smiled, lifting a leg and turning around so that her warm, rounded rump started to brush against his groin.
He let out a low grunt, hands flexing, and dug his fingers into the leather cushions. Can’t touch her. Can’t touch her. He groaned, panting for air as she settled her weight over him more firmly, and heard her giggle girlishly.
Cheeky thing. Let’s see how she likes it when I pin her against that wall and tear off her halter top with my teeth. Let’s see how much cheek she has when I rid her of that skirt panel by panel until she’s wearing nothing but the belt. How much she giggles when I stuff her full of my cock and--
She was trembling.
His eyes flew open and he leaned forward, setting his face into the soft cloud of her hair, feeling her body moving over him. Her hands were propped on his upper thighs, bracketing his groin, as she nudged and bumped against him...but her breath was coming fast, and shaky, and kept catching when she ground against him. And that tremor again. And the faint sound of her whimpering breath. She was getting just as turned on as he was.
The idea that the desire between them was mutual drove him into a frenzy. He stared around at the blinking lights behind the two-way mirrors lining the walls, and activated the electrical suppression field. The music fuzzed out as well, and the lights flickered, but all those little red lights, blessedly, went off.
He caught her in his arms from behind, and she moaned and let her head fall back on his shoulder as he pulled her against him. His fingers brushed her hair away from her neck as she lay against him, chest heaving, trembling, doing nothing at all to resist.
Her hands slid over his arms, pulling them closer to her, encouragingly. He kissed her neck, breathing in her scent under her spicy perfume, and she gasped softly.
“Who are you…” she whispered, stunned and hooked as his hands slid up to cup and knead her breasts through the sequined halter. “Oh God...never mind, just please don’t stop….”
He set his teeth against her neck, wanting to mark her, but then relented when she stiffened. Her tremors intensified; she tucked up her legs and turned in his grip, then wrapped them around him.
He stared at her, feeling her breath warm against his lips, the urge to take her pounding away inside of him like a primal command. Mine, he thought feverishly, as she swooned in his arms.
A hard knock on the door brought him back to himself; he looked up, eyes narrowing. They must have noticed the camera feeds going dead. She blinked up at him, confusion hazing her features.
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