Page 34 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“–and she kept asking me how I enjoyed the journey to the meadow and if I was surprised? And something about how the wind blew in my hair and how does it feel to fly?” Alissia said and Rynar’s gaze snapped to hers, before relaxing again. “I told her I had no idea what she was talking about and she gave me this weird look and just stopped with the questions. I think she was asking me how you were in bed. Which…hard pass on discussing something like that even if we were, like…doing that.”
Rynar tilted his head to the side. He did that a lot when Alissia’s human-nes was puzzling him. It was actually cute. “Doing what?”
The air in the kitchen changed. It was charged with a potent tension Alissia couldn’t even begin to define. But it beat against her, as if pressing her closer to Rynar.
Or maybe she was being pulled toward him by that unnamable confident energy he exuded. Whatever he did, it drew her in.
“You know…” Damn it, she already felt the blush creeping into her cheeks. “Sex.”
Rynar’s eyes widened a fraction. “As in…if I can satisfy you?”
God. “Yeah, sort of. I don’t know. She didn’t press me on it, it’s fine.”
It was notfine. Because Alissia’s brain, the traitor, had already conjured up at least a dozen scenarios in which Rynar had well and truly satisfied her. And those were just the daydreams–she hadn’t even counted the actual dreams that her subconscious conjured up, which were steamy to the point of her waking up all drenched in sweat.
Fake relationship, Adami. Remember that.
She tried to, she did. Her mind knew it was true, but her body did not listen. It still remembered how good she’d felt in his arms.
For the past few days, the tension inside her had been slowly bubbling, reaching a crescendo that was threatening to spill over. Which it couldn’t. The fact that they hadn’t discussed what had happened on that night didnothelp. At all.
After an evening of of imagining a magical relationship that wasn’t real, Alissia felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.
The way Rynar was watching her intently didn’t help either.
“Why did you kiss me?” she asked before she lost her courage.
“You said you couldn’t marry someone you hadn’t kissed before,” he said evenly.
She rolled her eyes; she really was tired. “I meant the second time.”
The silence that stretched between them did nothing to ease the building tension. Alissia’s skin was suddenly so hot, she wanted to crawl out of it.
Or have Rynar slowly undress her. Yes, that would definitely help with–
She shook her head. This was a serious conversation she’d been delaying for too long.
She needed to concentrate on his words, not the way his corded muscles flexed underneath the black shirt he’d worn tonight, which made him look like sin incarnate.
He moved so he stood directly in front of her, not breaking eye contact. Alissia was caged between his body and the cabinet behind her.
“Because I wanted to.” His voice had gottenhusky. His sharp Deruzian gaze danced across her face, taking in every expression. “Why did you?”
Because he was hot.
Because she admired him.
Because he was tempting beyond her wildest dreams.
Because she’d felt like she’d internally combust if she didn’t–just like she felt right now.
“It felt right,” she whispered. Her own voice had gone low, too.
Rynar inhaled deeply and leaned his hands on the counter, on either side of Alissia. Now she really was caged.
His scent, that intoxicating blend of deep woods and the subtle notes of citrus, invaded her senses. He was so tantalizingly close.
“You know what else feels right?” he whispered against her lips, his breath blazing across her skin. “To kiss you again.”
