Page 62 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“I also wondered if they’d stain my bed,” he went on. Apparently, making a fool of himself to amuse her was a thing he now did.
“Stop, I can’t breathe,” she cried with another laugh.
She shuffled toward the bed, shaking with giggles, and threw herself onto it on her back, scattering the petals.
No more anatomically incorrect heart.
Rynar’s gaze scanned her from head to toe, reveling in the beauty before him. She looked so happy and carefree. He always wanted her to feel that way.
“God.” Alissia wiped the tears which had flown down her cheeks, the occasional giggle still vibrating through her chest.
“What was that?” he asked, coming closer to the bed.
“Me being so tired I dissolved into a laughing fit.” She propped herself on her elbows, hair cascading down her back. “And I’m sorry, it wasn’t ridiculous. It was just so surprising, I couldn’t take it. My brain can’t remember why they’re that shape. Something about Aristotle or resembling a woman’s behind or something.”
She yawned, rolling her shoulders as much as her position allowed.
“You’re really tired,” Rynar said, voice lowering. He was feeling the strain, too.
But then Alissia said something that made Rynar completely forget about his exhaustion, replacing it with that fire she stirred in him.
“But I need to change, I can’t sleep in this,” she said. “I did mention I’ll need help taking the dress off. And you said you’d satisfy my needs, whatever they are.”
24
ALISSIA
She’d justhadto pick a classy gown with like a million tiny buttons covered in silk fabric down her back. There were plenty of dresses with zippers, why couldn’t she have picked one of those?
Damn her fancy tastes.
At least Rynar’s tendencies seemed to be just as extravagant as hers. Lordy tastes.
Maybe she was getting used to being surrounded by lavish things. Her neck was dripping in probably millions of dollars worth of Deruzian jewelry.
She stood in front of Rynar’s mirror, admiring the gems, and trying really hard not to shiver with anticipation. Rynar’s shadow appeared behind her.
In the dim, fuzzy light filtering into the room, he seemed even taller. Bigger. His horns caught the final rays of sunrise; they looked sharp enough to cut. How those idiots back in theforest hadn’t fainted from fright alone at seeing him so fierce was beyond her.
But she didn’t want to think about them anymore. Or ever.
Rynar stopped behind her, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck. “Has your species ever considered trying robes for weddings?”
“What, you don’t like the dress?” Alissia meant it as a joke, but it felt more serious than it should be. She wanted her new husband to like the way she looked, sue her; or not, because she knew a kick ass lawyer.
“I love the dress and I love you in it,” he said, raising his fingers. “I don’t think I’m going to love wrestling with these tiny dots, however.”
A warm feeling settled in her chest. He loved her in this dress. “Buttons. And plenty of cultures have looser wedding dresses. ‘Round these parts, we like things constricted.”
“Then let us free you.”
Rynar locked eyes with her in the mirror. Without averting his gaze, he lifted her hair off her back, draping it on her shoulder. Then he ran a single finger from the base of her skull down to the top of her dress. Shivers coursed through Alissia.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he murmured as he undid her first button.
Alissia shook her head. She was afraid her words would come out all jumbled and high-pitched.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, even lower than before. His voice broke through some of the nerves, lulling Alissia into a sense of peace and calm.
