Page 21 of Zinnia and the Zombie
“You mean you actually have a… a cock? Like a human male?”
“I doubt it is like a human mating organ.” He looked down at her, his eyes glowing purple. “But I believe it will fit your body well.”
“Fit my…” Her cheeks heated, the image filling her mind.
“You are aroused.” It wasn’t a question.
“Um.” Her face flamed, and she pulled away, embarrassed by the sudden rush of desire.
He let her go, watching her intently.
“How did you think we mated?”
“Well, humans use mouths and hands and—” She realized she was babbling and shut her mouth.
“An unusual but enticing prospect.” He ran a finger over her cheek and her mouth opened involuntarily. “Would that please you?”
God, yes.She bit back the words, but he must have read her expression because he gently cupped one of her breasts in his big hand.
“Is this pleasurable?” He feathered his thumb across her nipple and a strangled moan escaped. “Zathix females donot experience sexual excitement from such contact but their breasts are not so full and soft.”
He ran his thumb over her nipple again and a pulse of desire shot through her.
“Oh!”
“Apparently you do. And this?”
He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, hot and wet even through the fabric of her dress.
“Yes,” she gasped, arching against him. He made an impatient sound and yanked the material aside. She heard it rip as the cool night air hit her exposed flesh and she suddenly panicked. ‘No! Wait.”
He stopped immediately.
“What is wrong, my Zinnia?”
She tried to pull her dress back in place, her hands shaking.
“I did not mean to frighten you,” he said softly.
“You didn’t. Not exactly. I just…”
The words wouldn’t come, but again he seemed to understand. He pulled off his shirt and slipped it over her head, covering the torn fabric.
“Time for you to rest, I think.”
She almost protested—in spite of her burst of panic, part of her still ached with frustrated arousal—but in the end she simply nodded.
“I will remain out here by the fire,” he assured her, but she took a deep breath and held out her hand.
“I’d rather we slept together like we did last night. Is that all right? To just sleep?”
“Of course, my Zinnia.”
He banked the fire then preceded her into the shelter, sitting with his back against the wall as he had the previous night. She settled down next to him, then carefully tugged his arm around her shoulders. Most of the men she had dated would have taken that as an invitation, but he simply held her and she sighed and nestled against him.
“This is acceptable?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, and despite her afternoon nap, she quickly fell asleep in his arms.
