Page 12 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“Very organized.” One of the things that had made their working relationship function so well.
“And people are going to notice if our faces just bump into each other.”
Rynar furrowed his brows. “Is that how humans kiss when they get married?”
He hadn’t been to a human wedding, but he’d heard rumors about some unusual rituals. In some cultures, humans danced with a chicken. Or like a chicken. It was confusing.
“No,” she said. “But, you know, kisses can be awkward.”
“Not any kisses I’ve participated in.”
Alissia gulped. “Well…that’s good to know.”
Rynar closed the small space between them. The air suddenly became thick with tension.
“You can do more than know.” Rynar said in a voice that was much calmer than the whirlwind inside him. Why were his twin hearts beating so fast?
The soft skin of Alissia’s neck reddened.
Rynar stared at her, a wiry energy zapping through his body. Odd.
It was only a kiss. He’d had dozens of those. Hundreds. Some with human females.
Alissia was another human female.
Same full human lips.
Same plump human tongue.
Same soft human face.
But it washer.
The human he trusted most on this blue, freezing planet.
If he forgot about that, claiming her lips with his would be easy. But how could he forget, when she stared up at him with those big green eyes of hers that seemed to reach into his very depths?
Alissia cleared her throat. “Do you want me to start or–?”
“No,” he said curtly. Nines, that had been a blow to the ego.
Alissia shrugged. “Okay. I just thought I’d ask. I don’t know the Deruzian customs when it comes to–”
He kissed her.
His hands gently grasped the sides of her face. He bent down, and captured her lips with his, swallowing the rest of the words her clever little tongue would undoubtedly form in the most maddeningly way possible.
Rynar liked hearing Alissia talk. He quickly realized he liked kissing her, too.
Her lips were soft, molding perfectly to his. She tilted her head, her cheeks delicate in his palms.
While Alissia talking was like an unyielding inferno, Alissia kissing was gentle.
Sweet. Small movements, some of them hesitant, as if she didn’t quite know what to do with Rynar’s fangs, which had elongated even more when his tongue delved into her mouth.
She tasted sweet and forbidden. Rynar wanted more.
His arms circled her back, bringing her into his embrace. Alissia seemed to like that. Her hands slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck.
