Page 36 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Alissia rubbed her cheek against his, like a true feline. He felt her small breaths against his temples. “You do, too.”
Those simple words made his chest swell like it hadn’t in years. Her voice had turned raspy. Lower. Like each syllable was leisurely dripping past her lips, because they were loath to leave the comfort of her body.
Rynar understood. He even envied them. Right now, he wanted to be inside her, too.
But he was, above all else, patient.
Alissia became more daring. She arched her back, pushing her chest against his. Rynar closed his eyes with a groan. He was so hard, it hurt.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked; Alissia, himself or forgotten Deruzian gods, he didn’t know. But she was driving him wild.
“I don’t know,” she said, and Rynar heard the truthfulness and vulnerability coating her words. “But I’m sure it would scandalize Doug.”
They both burst out laughing. Some of the tension eased, in the best possible way.
They looked into each other’s eyes. When their lips met again, the kiss had even less restraint. They gripped and pulled, as if they couldn’t take even the smallest distance between each other.
Alissia’s hands had a mind of their own, exploring every inch of his exposed neck and arms. So why not expose more?
With Deruzian speed, he shrugged off his shirt, which fell around his hips. They almost flexed with need.
Alissiareallyseemed to like having his full chest on display.
She licked her lips greedily, gaze roaming over him with a hungry glimmer she tried to keep hidden.
“I assume it’s to your liking.” He’d meant it as a joke, but Rynar surprised himself with how much he wanted to know her answer.
Alissia startled, as if she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. Nines, she could stare at him all day and he’d be happy. A dangerous thought, given their particular situation.
But Rynar didn’t care about how complicated this thing between them was.
Which was unusual.
He always thought of every angle, waiting for the detail which might prove a problem, now or in the future.
All he cared about now was to drive Alissia wild with passion. He wanted her unleashed in his arms, free to experience everysweet sensation. Some ancient instinct told him he needed her. Her body, her trust, her moans, her desires.
Everything.
“Yes, it is,” she said, almost shyly. A battle was going on behind Alissia’s gaze. She kept looking at him, on the edge of…something.
Finally, determination shined through those green orbs that captivated him.
In one move, she straddled him. Nines.
“Is this…to your liking?” she asked, breathless.
Rynar coiled his arms around her, bringing her into him. He peppered kisses along her clavicle. Her sweet scent enveloped him.
“Yes,” he groaned as she positioned herself on top of him. “I like everything you do. I like everything you say. I like–everything.”
He was about to sayyou.
The moan that raced up her throat almost sounded like a purr. After another long, languorous kiss, Rynar’s hands settled on her hips.
She began to move.
Her center rubbed against him. Rynar became acutely aware of the fact that the only pieces of fabric separating them were his pants and thatlingeriewomen wore, according to their humanads.
