Alexandre

by Shelley Munro

  Lily cleared away the plates, stacking them outside the door for room service to collect. She stepped back inside the room and engaged the security lock with a metallic snap. Alex felt trapped with temptation.

  “Do you want to use the bathroom first?” she asked.

  The tension inside him ratcheted sharply upward. It seemed the minute he forgot to focus on his dream, visions of Lily and sexual relations crowded his head.

  Okay. Lily could go first. He’d continue with his planning then take a cold shower and massage away some of the sexual tension. By the time he emerged, Lily would be asleep.

  Simple solution.

  He forced a smile. “You go first.” His gaze darted to her cleavage as her cotton robe gaped. Round, soft curves tempted him to close the distance between them. The little brown dot on her breast beckoned. A whimper built in his throat. Alex bunched his fists and concentrated on deep breaths. By the Goddess, he hoped she was quick because he really needed that shower.

  Lily had switched off the main lights and only a single bedside lamp burned when he exited the shower, dressed in a short robe provided by the hotel. Good. She seemed to be asleep. Alex eyed the couch. It looked short, but he’d make do.

  “Alex?”

  Damn.

  Lily sat up and patted the expanse of bed beside her. “I hope you’re not thinking about sleeping on the couch.”

  “Yes, I was,” Alex stated baldly.

  “That’s silly. The bed is huge.”

  But not big enough.

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  Lily’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t bite.”

  “But I’d like to,” he muttered in an undertone.

  “Get in bed.”

  Bloody hell. Alex sat and perched on the edge of the bed. Not a terribly masculine pose, but she terrified him. Her voice had turned masterful but sultry with it. A lethal combination.

  “We have a lot to do tomorrow. You need a decent night’s sleep.”

  “I’m not going to sleep if I’m in the same bed as you.” No point pulling his punches.

  “Good.” Clear satisfaction rang in her voice. “We can use the time to explore each other.”

  Fuck. He’d stepped right into that one. “I don’t think—”

  “No thinking required.” Lily’s breasts rose and fell abruptly. “Just lie back and think of Dalcon.”

  Chapter Nine

  A dare.

  Lily’s heart thudded so loudly it was a wonder Alex didn’t pounce on her fear and issue a return challenge. She needed to act before he called her bluff and climbed off the bed. Quick! But what should she do?

  Alex made a move as if he might try to flee. Lily bit her bottom lip. Did she disrobe? Did she jump him? What? Heck, this was plain embarrassing. She might be female and she’d had sex before, but she had no idea how to seduce a man. At least she didn’t need to worry about contraception. As long as he didn’t have any nasty diseases, the Pill should suffice.

  Then he turned to face her with an anguished expression that tore at her heart. He was going to move.

  Ditch the nightie later. Naked later. Judging by his face, she needed to work on persuasion first. In the light of the bedside lamp, determination laced with something that resembled fear replaced the anguish. No, that couldn’t be right. Why would she scare him?

  She blinked. Alex still looked as though he wanted to run. A picture of a wrestler sailed into her mind. Oh, yeah. She could imagine jumping him all right. And luckily, he was big and solid so she wouldn’t crush him. From the corner of her eye, she saw the muscles bunching in his calves.

  Emergency! She launched herself across the bed before Alex moved. A wall of hard muscle flattened her breasts before his hands manacled her wrists and held her away so they no longer touched. She fought back taking him unaware and threw herself at him again. Lily bumped her nose on his shoulder so hard her eyes smarted, but it was worth the pain. Alex’s arms came around her, clutching her tightly to his chest.

  His robe had loosened during their struggle, and Lily smiled as she nestled closer to his naked form. He gripped her upper arms with a painful intensity before he pushed her away to scrutinize her face. The man looked every inch the predator as his gaze bored into her, transfixing her with his golden glare.

  Panic rose to savage Lily. He was going to push her away. Lily stopped fighting the strength in his arms and went boneless. As she’d gambled, he let up on his grip and she went in for the kill.

  Seduction.

  Lily was willing to use every weapon in her arsenal because she couldn’t take much more of the physical push and pull games. She ached for him, his full possession. Lily wanted the slow slide of his shaft massaging her deep inside. Whenever she glimpsed his chest, she wanted to lick and bite at the golden, hairless flesh. She wanted to tease and torment the flat discs of his nipples. The taste during their lunch break had left her hungry.

  So, this was a test. If he really meant it when he said he found her attractive, now was the time for him to prove this.

  Lily kissed him, sliding her lips over his in a slow dance of seduction. Alex stilled, his mouth motionless beneath her questing lips. No. No! Her mind screamed her frustration and helplessness. This wouldn’t work if he didn’t cooperate. She put everything she had into the kiss, moving her lips and tracing the seam of his mouth with her tongue. Still, he remained motionless. She gulped inwardly as she rained kisses on the corner of his mouth, across his jaw and pondered failure. A block of clay had more animation. Ambrose had kept telling her she lacked sex appeal.

  Moving her kisses down his neck, Lily paused to enjoy the soft, tender skin below his ear. Was it her imagination or had Alex tensed? Lily swallowed. Maybe Ambrose was right about her sex appeal, or the lack of it. Tears formed at the back of her eyes and she squeezed them shut, trying to save embarrassment. Lily pressed another moist kiss across the pulse point below his ear then scraped her teeth over the same spot.

  A low heartfelt groan cracked like a whip in the quiet room. Lily froze. Her heart pounded. Her eyes popped open.

  Then she repeated the move. Slower. A bit more bite. Yeah. Her breath hissed out in celebration. That was a definite groan. Lily sucked, drawing on his neck. His hands gripped her shoulders tighter, drawing her close and allowing her free rein. She drew on the same spot for as long as it took to mark him. The idea of the golden cat prowling about with a hickey—her mark on his neck—thrilled her. It smacked of possession but that was exactly how she felt.

  Lily wriggled closer to kiss his mouth. This time was better. Her mouth met warm, responsive lips. Masculine fingers threaded through her hair and hands cradled her skull. She moaned softly, writhing against him in silent demand.

  “We shouldn’t.” Alex nibbled at her mouth. “Do this.”

  Time to pull out her A game. No way was he stopping while she had breath in her body. She tugged free, whipped her nightie over her head and sat proudly naked, despite her inner anxiety.

  A tic sprang to life at his temple. His hands clenched and unclenched.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He touched one nipple with the tip of his finger. She trembled, closing her eyes against the zap of spine-tingling sensation that shot to her pussy. Unbidden, her hand reached to soothe the achy, almost painful jolt. The feeling intensified as her finger cruised over her clit.

  “I have to touch you. Can I?”

  Lily’s eyes fluttered open to see him watching her touch herself. She nodded, suddenly breathless at the hot gleam in his eyes. She felt a swooping pull in her lower belly. Her vagina contracted sharply. Feminine juices gathered beneath her finger.

  “My turn,” Alex whispered, his voice low. Smoky.

  Realization had hot flags of color exploding in her cheeks. She’d touched herself in front of Alex.

  “Did it feel good when you touched yourself?”

  How did he do that? Read her emotions before she knew them herself. Her attention dropped to the hand resting on he
r thigh. Her juices coated her finger and it shone. Her heart thudded hard as if a fist closed around it, squeezing tight. This was the new, go-getter Lily. She didn’t lie.

  “Yes.” Lily’s chin lifted. “I liked it.”

  Alex shifted, repositioning them on the bed so they reclined fully. Then he leaned over her and traced a finger across her lips. Lily opened her mouth and sucked his digit inside, soothing her tongue over the tip. Their eyes met and held.

  “Lily.” Her name came out as a low groan, coated with passion and possibilities.

  Teasing now, she gave his finger a final lick and released it with a loud smacking sound. She hoped the next thing she had in her mouth was his cock. A shiver shot through her at the thought. “You have on way too many clothes.” The words burst from her in a low breathy voice. A sexy voice. Surely, that wasn’t her?

  Alex stared at her for a long drawn-out moment. He propped himself up on his elbows then swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His hands went to the tie at his waist. “Not for long.”

  Lily licked suddenly dry lips as Alex stood. The huge bulge at his groin drew her attention.

  “For me?”

  “There’s no one else here,” he said, his tone rough as he dropped the robe on the floor.

  He was naked beneath. Lily sat up, and her breath eased out with a hiss. His manhood thrust out proudly about level with her fascinated eyes. He was different from Ambrose in this department, too. Bigger, but that wasn’t a problem since she was built to take big if she wanted. The biggest surprise was the lack of hair.

  Enthralled with the discovery, her hand reached without volition to touch the silky-smooth skin that surrounded his shaft. Oh, the equipment seemed the same—just different.

  “I have hair.” Lily gestured at her groin. “Do you shave? Or wax?” Eek! She winced. That would take more balls than she had.

  “Dalconians don’t have much body hair. Are you gonna touch?”

  Lily’s gaze shot to his face. His lips curled up in a pained expression, and his eyes glowed a deep golden color that was mesmerizing and beautiful enough to tempt a saint.

  She was no saint—not in her new bad-girl guise. Catching his gaze, she licked her lips. Slowly. Completely.

  “Stop teasing,” he whispered. “I’m holding back by a woolo fiber. Touch me. Feel what you do to me. I’m shaking.”

  Lily’s gaze zapped to his cock. “Whoa!” She scrambled away to stare in half horror, half fascination. That was a bit…unexpected.

  Alex stilled. “What’s wrong?”

  “You…you’ve turned blue.” The sudden need to laugh quivered through her like a glass of tickly champagne. Alex’s…thing… She peered a little harder. Not just his thing… “My God. It’s the exact color of a baboon’s bum!”

  As she watched, his erection shriveled and the blue color faded upward before vanishing. She blinked then closed her eyes. When she reopened them, all she could see was a flesh-colored shaft. “Wow!” She grinned up at Alex. “Do that again.”

  Every muscle in his body—apart from his cock—tensed. “I am not a man-toy. I will not go up and down for your viewing pleasure.”

  Oops, she’d hurt his feelings. Lily stood and ran her hand across his shoulder in silent apology. But she couldn’t resist a quick downward glance to see what his erection was doing. To her acute disappointment, the answer was nothing. It was just there and appeared like a normal penis.

  Alex shrugged off her touch and stooped to pick up his robe.

  Panic replaced her humor. “Alex, wait. I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect…” She trailed off, valiantly fighting the laughter that gurgled up inside.

  “You’re laughing at me.”

  “No! Please. I really want to take this further.” One look at his clenched jaw told her that no words in the world would soothe his injured pride. Action—that was what she needed.

  She stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his tight mouth. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and groaned at the exquisite sensation of her nipples dragging across his golden skin. Suddenly, the mouth she kissed softened and kissed her back. Okay. Good. She caught herself before she aimed her eyes at his groin. Nope, she couldn’t do that, not yet. She needed to get him in the mood again and then, she’d explore the alien aspects of his body without the passion-killing remarks about baboons.

  Lily continued to kiss and pet Alex until they both shook with pent-up need. She backed up to the bed and pushed Alex off balance. They toppled to the bed together, Lily dropping on top of Alex’s muscled body.

  “Alex?”

  “Yes?”

  Lily frowned at the cautious note in his voice. “I’m gonna look now,” she said, her heart thumping with acute anticipation. “Do I need to know anything else before I do?”

  “Madam, I assure you I am quite normal.”

  The pique had appeared again, and Lily rushed to reassure him. “I’m not implying you’re abnormal. But you are from a different planet. I just wanted a bit of warning in case there was…um…something else?” She punctuated her words with kisses because no way did she want his penis to shrink before she got a good, close look at his blue balls.

  “There are a few small differences,” Alex admitted after a long stretch of cranky silence. “But I have studied Earth and know the correct way to proceed—”

  “You’ve studied sex?” Lily blurted. “Then it sounds as if you can teach me.” She paused, her mind working at top speed. Maybe, discovering the differences as they came along would be fun. As long as there was nothing dangerous… Lily reflected about the color blue. A pretty color. Her eyes were blue. “As long as there’s no danger involved, then I’d like to discover the differences as we proceed.”

  “You trust my word?”

  The scowl on Alex’s face was fearsome, but it didn’t deter her because she did trust the alien. He’d shown her nothing but kindness so far despite her insecurities.

  “I trust you and would like to proceed.” My stars, that sounded formal. The need to laugh nipped at her tonsils but she bit her bottom lip and refused to let her gaiety become vocal.

  Alex continued to scowl, and Lily’s heart slammed against her ribs. Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no.

  “I would never hurt you, Lily, but if you change your mind, all you need to do is tell me and I’ll refrain from touching you again.”

  Lily laughed gleefully inside and allowed a tremulous smile to curl across her lips. “Thank you. Can I look now?”

  Alex gave a stiff nod. The need to appease her curiosity was huge, but she proceeded with caution. She could feel his cock stabbing against her inner thigh as she kissed her way down his body. The journey felt long but it was only a matter of thirty seconds before she reached his groin.

  “Wow,” she whispered when she came eye to eye with Alex’s cock.

  Impressively large, the bulbous head was swollen and a dark royal blue. Apart from the gorgeous, unexpected color, it looked similar to her ex-husband’s. She skimmed her fingers along the blue exterior, noting the darker veins that ran under his skin. Entranced, she touched the tiny slit at the end. Alex jerked, and a soft groan sounded. Feeling bolder, she traced the length of his shaft, enjoying the tactile smooth feel of him yet fully aware of the contrasting steel that ran beneath the hot, blue skin.

  For her. All for her.

  When her fingers stroked the tip again, a tear of pre-cum appeared. Without thinking, she bent to lick the pastel-blue drop away. Alex jerked beneath her mouth and she heard a muttered curse. Lily froze then decided if he were that upset with her, he’d leap away. To test her theory, she lapped across the head. Like a giant blue lollipop, she thought with a hidden grin. His scent surrounded her—spicy and green, reminding her out the outdoors on a crisp, sunny day. But the taste of him was better—addictive, and even better than she’d imagined.

  Alex jerked away from her without warning. Lily held her loose hair back from her face and looked up at him. His broad c
hest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at her with his strange golden eyes.

  “You’re a witch,” he whispered. “You must be. I’ve never felt like this before.” He moved rapidly, rolling her body until he loomed over her. “I hope you’re ready for me, moon heart, because I can’t wait any longer. I’m gonna come any second, but I want it to be in you.”

  Lily wanted to object since she’d only started exploring the big blue, but he parted her legs almost roughly and ran his finger around the rim of her entrance. The sensation rocked Lily and changed her mind about protesting.

  Plenty of time for the big blue. Another curse escaped him as Lily arched against his questing fingers. His touch fuelled her desire. His words thrilled her heart. And she wanted him just as fiercely. Then he moved over her, his hard, blue cock replacing his fingers, and he pushed slowly inside her aching channel.

  Lily propped up on her elbows and watched his blue flesh disappear into her pussy. Amazing. Then she forgot about everything except how he felt inside her. The sense of fullness—it was as if he was her other half. She lifted her hips, offering her body silently. With a muffled curse, Alex withdrew then surged back inside her.

  “More.” Lily writhed beneath his body. “Faster.” Her body was primed after exploring the big blue, her juices making it easy for him to slide into her body. But she wanted…more.

  Alex gave a strangled laugh. “I’m trying to go slow. To give you time to catch up with me.”

  “I’m ready.” Lily ground her clit against the base of his cock, squeezing her eyes shut at the resulting sparkles of awareness. Close. So close to a repeat of her lunch-stop experience.

  Alex sucked in an audible breath, his chest expanding and abrading her breasts. The tingles echoed in her clit. He withdrew slowly from her vagina then plunged back with a speed that made her blink. In. Out. Lily clutched his shoulders, her body picking up the racy rhythm instinctively. His cock seemed to grow bigger, longer inside her, filling her impossibly full.