she could sit on the bike like riding a horse sidesaddle.
He then rubbed her thighs. He shouldn’t touch her like this, but didn’t want to stop him. Instead, she closed her eyes and savored the wonderful feel of his touch.
“Falling asleep on me?”
Without opening her eyes, she smiled and said, “No. Just enjoying your touch.” Her eyes flew open. She realized what her words sounded like, but it was too late to take it back. “I meant…my legs fell asleep and—”
Cor cupped the back of her neck and, before she knew it, he was kissing her.
Oh, Mama Mia.
The right thing to do was to stop him from sucking her lower mouth and for running his tongue along the seam of her lips. Instead, she opened her jaws and let him in. He deepened his kiss with his tongue plundering, tasting, and seeking.
A sigh escaped her mouth at the taste of him. Her mind wanted to push Cor away, but her body yearned to be closer to him. She prayed to God she wouldn’t regret this. Nikka wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.
No one had ever kissed her like this, as if he was feeding off her. She could feel his hunger, his need. Cor thrust his tongue and she met him. His groan sounded so sexy. He sucked her gently and then left her lips to nibble along her chin and jaw. He was breathing hard and felt so warm.
“Nikka.” He pulled her off the bike and held her against him. He was so tall her feet didn’t touch the ground. “You drive me crazy.”
“You made me feel dizzy. What was that kiss for?”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I saw you. And then every day after that.”
“Every day?”
“And every minute of each day.”
Nikka moved back so that she could look at Cor. She could stare at those eyes all day long—so unusually green like the color of a mature leaf. They were magnificent, as well as his skin tone.
A Rhynian?
“You lied to Samuel.”
“I didn’t.”
“I’m not your girlfriend, Cor.”
“Were you really talking about my physical attributes to Samuel?”
Nikka rolled her eyes. “Don’t change the topic. What was up with the Oriksians?”
“Orkinians?”
Damn it. Why couldn’t she get that name correct? She was never good in language in high school. “Yes, them. They put my wall on fire! But one of them got skewered with a piece of wood, I think.”
“We’ll talk inside. Can you walk now?” He kissed the corners of her mouth.
“Yes.” After that kiss? Heck, her blood flowed swiftly now like Niagra Falls.
“Alright.” With Cor’s hand supporting her ass, he let her body slid down from his real slow while planting soft kisses on her mouth. A delicious feeling rushed from her lips down to her pussy. She gasped when he pressed his erection against her. Her body screamed for something that she tried to deny herself for a long time. Lord, they were just hugging and kissing, but she knew she was wet already.
Cor grinned. He knew his effect on her. “Damn. You felt so good.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this. I should be running for help. You could shoot fireballs, write in a different language, pale-skinned dudes are trying to kill us, and you’re green. You’re—you’re an alien.”
“And we shouldn’t kiss because?”
Her feet finally touched the ground. Feeling disappointed that he had to let go of her, she adjusted her shirt and searched for an answer to his question “We shouldn’t kiss because…because we’re strangers.”
“We can fix that in a hurry.”
“Cor.” Nikka sighed.
“Nikka,” Cor mimicked.
Nikka laughed. “You’re so bad. You have a lot of explaining to do. Convince me that I’m not dreaming or losing my mind.”
“I know. How about we talk over coffee and chocolate cake?”
“Who can say no to that?”
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