Page 60 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

She widened her legs a little. Slid her thighs over his.

What would it be like?

Tension pooled in her stomach.

Made her feel like she was about to explode.

She needed…

Emma bit down on her bottom lip.

When was Lans waking up?

She needed him.

She was about to…

Her hands slid up his chest.

So good.

It would feel so good.

Broods?

Yes.

Emma froze, all the heat turning to ice in her veins. She hauled her leg back and inched away from Lans.

Fear crowded her mind.

Panic made her tremble.

She wanted to escape, but Lans had her bundled close to him. Snuggling with an alien warrior had its downsides. Like the fact that Lans’s arm was three times the size of hers and getting it off her would require a freaking crane.

Emma squirmed, inching back like a worm trying to ease itself off a hook.

Lans made a sound in his sleep, his body reflexively holding her tighter.

Emma rolled across the bed and slammed into his chest.

So much for getting away.

New plan.

She patted him. “Lans.”

Nothing.

Her smacks got a little harder. “Lans, release me.”

“Eema,” he mumbled, deep in his sleep.

Clavas had told her the healing would take a toll on Lans’s energy and that he would need to replenish his strength, but she hadn’t realized just what that meant for scrawny humans trapped in the ‘big spoon, little spoon’ position.

Gritting her teeth, she searched for some flab of skin she could grip between her thumb and forefinger. Maybe Lans would respond to a pinch.

Unfortunately, the alien was pure muscle.

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