shiver while every nerve in her body sang in delight.
“Tempting, but we have a few complications, here.” Angie cursed those complications, but she couldn’t really pretend they didn’t exist. Five minutes alone with her vibrator might make them easier to bear, though. “Like letting you into my body without any permanent consequences. Which, due to the fact that one condom size does not fit all and your alien alternative being on your spaceship, means you’re not getting into anything right now.”
No matter how good it would feel. It was hell sometimes, doing the right thing.
“You will not go with me to my ship?” Danek cupped her breast, squeezed lightly, scraped her nipple with the edge of his thumbnail. The unexpected sensation jolted her. The stimulation didn’t hurt, exactly, but it did go right to that fine line between feels really good and too much . As if he’d known precisely how far to go and when to stop. Maybe telepathy had its benefits beyond the ability to stimulate orgasm with a thought.
“What was the question?” Angie blinked dumbly at him. “Right, your ship. No. This is how alien abduction happens. Some hot alien stud comes along, talks a woman out of her clothes and gives her orgasms until she can’t think straight and she wants sex so badly she’ll do anything to get it. Then he splits her condom into latex shreds and promises her if she’ll just go with him to his ship, they can fuck like bunnies with no worries because he has alien contraception there. She wants it so much she’s cross-eyed, so she says yes. And nobody ever sees her again.”
Which, now that she’d said it, didn’t sound all bad. Maybe her argument had a few flaws.
Then another thought found its way through the lust-filled haze that was currently passing for her brain. “I have to get on your ship anyway, don’t I? If I ever want to see Micki again?”
“I have no other way to take you to her,” Danek said. He didn’t sound regretful. Closer to smug.
“I can’t believe my best friend got abducted by an alien and married him.” She flopped onto her back, and Danek scooted closer, lying on his side with their bodies touching so that hum of pleasure continued. “Although if he’s anything like you, I can see the appeal. The men of Seattle can’t compete with intergalactic studs who give orgasms with a thought.”
“I am glad I appeal to you more than the human males you’ve met.” Danek settled his palm on her belly, and Angie found herself breathing out, relaxing as his touch soothed her. Even if it did make her cells hum in that very distracting way. “And your friend was not abducted. Just taken.”
“Taken,” Angie echoed.
“Yes. She was Keelan’s . She called to him and he came for her. Now they are together.” His hand rubbed her belly in concentric circles.
Angie wondered if it was possible to turn into a puddle of lust and how she could feel comforted and insane with desire at the same time. “Why does it feel so good when you touch me?”
“It feels very good to me also.”
He was dodging the question, but she didn’t call him on it. Instead, she focused on the warmth of his hand on her bare skin, the pleasure of feeling all of him against all of her, legs and hips and torsos touching. “This is nice. In a tormenting, not-getting-laid kind of way.”
“There is much more to sharing pleasure than one thing,” Danek said. His eyes crinkled in amusement at the corners. “There is the pleasure we can give each other with our hands and mouths. There is the pleasure of talking. Of closeness. The touch of your flesh against mine. Feeling the harmony of our minds and bodies.”
“You make my body hum,” Angie blurted.
He didn’t look surprised. Just pleased. “Yes. It is the same for me.”
Angie rolled onto her side so that their fronts touched and slid an arm around his waist. She buried her face in his chest and breathed in the masculine, faintly spicy scent of his