Page 33 of Badass Alien Boss

“Good plan, but I thought…you wanted to tour the property.” Tacitly, they’d kind of intended this for later, after dinner. From personal funds, she’d bought a sexy nightie.

“Tomorrow. The property can wait.”

“I hoped you’d say that.” She wound her arms around his neck and surrendered to the moment, to the desire thrumming in her veins.

“Besides, if I see what I think I’m going to see, it’s going to piss me off.”

“We don’t want that,” she said.

“No, we don’t want that. I was an idiot to let you go the other night.” His eyes glowed with regret and desire.

“Good things are worth waiting for,” she said.

Arms around each other, they shuffled to the bed then separated long enough to undress. Naked, Ruyn was a sight tobehold, toned muscle and sinew, broad shoulders and a barrel chest tapering to slim hips, the perfect frame for an impressive hard-on. His skin was hairless and smooth except for the still-raw and painful-looking scars streaking across his flat abdomen and his left leg.

“Not pretty,” he said, fingering his abdominal scar, and then his hand went to his face. She realized he felt self-conscious, must have been worried about getting naked in front of her and showing off his scars. Her heart contracted.

She never noticed the facial scar anymore. She sawhim, but she didn’t know how to tell him so he’d believe her. “The scars don’t detract from who you are. They’re a part of you.”

He wasn’t prissy-boy handsome but masculine and rugged. Tough. She’d never forgotten the first glimpse of him working out at the gym. The power and strength behind every strike. Total badass with a vulnerable side. How could she resist that?

“Sometimes I wish I could be a little less me,” he said with a wry twist to his mouth.

“I think we all wish that at times.”

“Not you. You’re perfect.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his finger then cupped her nape and kissed her.

She melted against him.Thank goodness.She’d feared they were going to get sidetracked.

They stretched out on the bed, face-to-face, limb to limb. Their mouths met in a kiss as they roamed their hands over each other in a slow exploration. Her body quivered with need, but she felt a sense of fulfilment already, like this was where she belonged. With him. Like this.

He leaned over her, the weight of his hard, larger, heavier body a pleasure to her senses. He cupped her breasts, teasing the hard nipples with his mouth, sending tendrils of sensation to her pussy.

They kissed, open-mouthed and sloppy, but needful and fulfilling.

She smoothed her hand from his shoulder to his hip, and then grasped his cock, fisting the shaft and stroking him. He groaned, a rough satisfied sound resonating clear down to her drenched pussy.

“I’ve thought about your hands on me,” he said.

“What about it?” she teased, gripping him tighter, moving faster.

“That I’d like it.”

She chuckled. “I’ve thought about you inside me.”

He sucked in a breath. “Me, too.” Moments later, his fingers dipped into her wet center before finding her clit and moving with a perfect rhythm. “Good?” he asked.

“Too good.” Her body tightened with hot, sweet, sharp tension.

He sought her mouth, his tongue delving deep in an intimate pantomime, and she clung to him, her need for release building to a fever-pitch.

He moved over her then, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he pressed into her. She hissed with satisfaction at the pleasurable fullness, the tightness. Two halves coming together, their bodies moved in sync, like they’d done this before.

I’ve been waiting for this. For him.

The thought touched her consciousness, but then she was coming, her clit pierced with sharp ecstasy, her pussy contracting, and there was no thought, only the white light of rapture.

He growled in her ear and shuddered. Thrusts grew faster, harder, and then he tensed, and, with a final plunge, his body released.