Alien Nation #3 - Body and Soul Read Online Free PDF

were going to be just friends went completely out the window.
    He tried to be as nonchalant as he could. Just in case Cathy reacted in a negative fashion, he wanted to be able to quickly chalk it up to only the most casual of misunderstandings. He draped an arm around her, allowing his hand to rest on her far shoulder. He was amazed at the warmth of her. Also, holding her this close, he was aware of a faint natural, musky scent that arose from her. Nothing unpleasant. Quite the contrary. He found it enticing.
    Cathy snuggled closer to him, but her attention was still fully on the television. He wasn’t sure whether she was getting closer to him reflexively, or was actually fully aware of his proximity . . . and perhaps even his thoughts.
    The cheerleader and football player were locked in a passionate embrace. Cathy’s eyes widened in what could only be described as awe.
    “They kiss so well,” she said.
    Sikes wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but her voice sounded slightly hoarse to him. It was as if she were having trouble getting the words out.
    “Yeah,” he said. He pulled her a bit closer and, emboldened by the moment, said, “All it takes is practice.”
    He waited to see her reaction, wondering if she would pick up on the unspoken message.
    She turned and looked right at him. Her face was close to his, so close. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the dimness of the room, where the primary illumination was the flickering of the TV screen.
    He leaned forward and kissed her.
    Her eyes went wide for a moment in surprise, and then, all at once, she seemed to relax against him. Her eyes closed to narrow slits. Sikes, who had kept his eyes open since he desperately wanted to see her reaction, felt the tension starting to drain out of him only to be replaced by another sort of tension. Now his eyes fluttered closed as he relished the touch of her, the feel of her. Her lips were slightly drier than a human woman’s, but the taste was not unpleasant.
    Cathy, for her part, opened her eyes again, and stared at the TV screen.
    Aware that she was on very uncertain ground, she became slightly panicked and suddenly felt the need to acquire pointers wherever she could. And the cheerleader seemed to be quite the expert in these matters.
    The cheerleader was running her fingers through the man’s hair.
    This seemed a little strange to Cathy. Having no experience with hair, she wasn’t sure whether this was a particularly sensual, or sensitive, part of the human male anatomy. But she was game for anything at this point, feeling herself swept along in the rush of emotion, and not wanting to risk dampening it through her inexperience.
    She slid her fingers through Matt’s hair. She liked the shape and texture of it. There was something exciting, even slightly forbidden, about it. She nuzzled it, and the motion brought her throat up against Sikes’s mouth.
    Sikes started to nibble at her neck, his tongue playing along her throat just under her chin. It was a move that other women had reacted to rather well, but Sikes quickly became aware that he might as well be licking a block of wood. Cathy wasn’t responding to it at all.
    Don’t be a macho jerk a voice inside him warned. Ask for help or you’re going to lose the momentum. It was the same voice that earlier had been telling him that there was nothing physical between him and Cathy. Nice to know that inner voice was willing to change its tune at a moment’s notice.
    He murmured low, “What do you like?”
    Cathy paused, and for a moment Sikes was certain that he had blown it. That by asking such an overt question, he had reminded her of just what was going on and what they were getting involved in.
    But Cathy’s breath was coming in short, steady gasps. It was quickly apparent that she was becoming as caught up in the heat of the moment as he. She hesitated only a moment, and then she offered him the crook of her arm.
    Once upon a time, Sikes would have been