Page 25 of Alien Protector's Nanny

His hand jerked away, but hers was quicker. She snatched it and pressed his palm against her skin. He could easily have ripped his hand from her grasp. Maybe he should have. Instead, he savored the moment. Her skin was so soft and warm. It took him back to the encounter they shared.

“We shouldn’t do this, not again,” he said, just above a whisper.

“Do what?” Katie feigned ignorance but inched his hand lower, daring him to pull away.

In a battle, there was no dishonor in retreating. Sometimes, it was the only viable option. As Katie dragged his hand over her breast, retreat might have been a wise choice. Axur chose chaos instead.

Katie sucked in a breath and froze when his lips met hers in a surprise attack. She responded quickly with her free hand slipping behind his back and pulling them closer together. Her body pressed against his in an embrace he’d savor and likely get distracted remembering in his meetings tomorrow.

It was too late, anyway. If he had pulled away when he had the chance, he’d only find distraction in his meetings with thoughts of what might have been. Those would be even worse. One’s imagination went wild with unknowns. He had new memories to make.

His hand cupped her breast over the dress. Her tongue invaded his mouth and found itself an equally matched opponent in his own. They dueled as his fingers explored her chest, remapping the experiences of their first encounter.

The kiss turned languid, less a duel and more a dance. They’d given in to desire the first time. In some tacit agreement, they’d chosen to take their time. Axur marveled at the synchronized change. At least the tiny portion of his mind not occupied with Katie did. They seemed so different from each other, but they clicked on the same page here.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” he whispered when their lips finally parted.

“If you kissed me like that at the restaurant, what would the other patrons think?”

“They’d be in for an eyeful, doubly so if they saw what happens now,” he answered.

Without warning, he swept her off her feet and into his arms. She yelped but threw an arm around his neck. She clung close, giggling against his shoulder as he carried her toward his room.

“I might have let you kiss me in the restaurant, but I’d have put my foot down at this.”

“You literally can’t put your foot down,” he said, nodding to her feet dangling over his arm.

“Was that a joke?” She looked up, examining him with a smirk. “I mean, it wasn’t a great joke, but coming from you …”

“You’re a bad influence. I used to be funnier,” he replied.

Katie fell into laughter with her face buried against his neck. It tickled but warmed Axur at the same time. Her head fell back as her chuckling continued. She looked up at him, smiling slyly.

“Maybe I put a bigger crack in your façade than I thought.” Katie leaned forward in his arms, lips inches from his ear to whisper. “I’ll have it crumbling to dust by the time I’m done.”

He knew she would, too. For nearly his entire career, he never saw himself in a relationship. He was a military man. He craved order and discipline and found fulfillment in his work. If that was a façade, as Katie said, she certainly put more than a few cracks in it. Any more, and it might just crumble, but he no longer minded.

Axur dropped her onto his perfectly made bunk. He stood over her, taking her in. The hem of her dress had crept upward while he carried her, exposing her thighs and offering a hint of a view of what she wore underneath, a flash of scarlet fabric. She was wearing entirely too much.

Staring up at Axur, Katie stretched behind her back and unzipped her dress. It slipped off her shoulders, leaving the thin scarlet straps of her bra, then down past her breasts, exposing the rest of it. She was still wearing way too much.

Katie shimmied over the covers, pulling free from her dress. Never taking his eyes off her, Axur untucked his shirt and tossed it aside. He kicked off his shoes to join the shirt. He couldn’t take the rest off fast enough.

Less than a minute in his room, and it was all chaos. His shoes should have been placed in their spot in the closet with the rest of them in a perfectly straight row. He couldn’t remember the last night he left anything he took off on the floor and not in the laundry hamper where it belonged. He ignored the drill sergeant barking in his head and stepped closer to the bunk.

Katie unhooked her bra and tossed it into the chaos. Axur only had eyes for her breasts. They swayed as she tossed the bra, then shook with her giggle. She shook her head at him before her hands moved to her panties.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him with her slow movements. She hooked under the waistband on one side and inched it lower. Axur wanted to dive onto the bed and tear the last wisp of fabric from her body, but he held himself back.

“Beautiful,” he muttered to himself.

“You’re not too bad to look at, either. Very cute.”

“Cute? That again?” Axur’s shoulders squared before he realized it.

“Oh, yes,” she replied, shifting to sit on the edge of the bunk. “And here’s the cutest part.”

She reached out and grasped Axur’s cock. Her striptease had him hard. He sucked in a breath as she stroked him gently, almost tentatively.

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