from them to his lips.
Full, masculine ones that she found appealing for
some strange reason. What would it be like to kiss him?
She was tempted to find out. What are the chances of
ever being in this situation again? She really hoped the
answer would be never. Maybe. Think, damn it. You can’t
really be considering this! It’s nuts.
“I don’t know you.” She was proud she said that.
“This is a good way to.”
“Most men buy women dinner and take us to a movie
before they try to make it to first base.”
“First base?” He arched an eyebrow.
“It’s a saying that means kissing someone. It’s a
baseball analogy. First base is kissing.”
“Is there a second base?”
“That’s touching someone from the waist up.”
“Third base?”
“That’s doing a little more that includes touching
sexual parts on the body from the waist down but usually
through the clothes but there are exceptions such as light
under-clothes groping.”
She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation
with a New Species but he seemed genuinely curious and
she was rambling, more than aware she should shut up,
but nervousness always made her mouth go into
overdrive.
“Fourth base?”
“Nope. Only three bases and then it’s called a home
run.”
“What does that entail?”
“Everything. Going all the way.”
He grinned. “In that case, I want a home run.”
“No.”
He chuckled. “Kiss me, Tammy. A t least give me a
chance to show you that I won’t harm you in any way. I
promise you’ll enjoy what I want to do to you as much as
I will.”
“I don’t kiss strangers.” But you’re tempting me to
break that rule. She pushed that thought back, trying to
focus on the reasons why she shouldn’t. He’s New
Species. Scary. Big. Yeah. Math, remember? A nd she’d
thought it would never come in handy in high school
while suffering through those boring classes.
He blinked a few times and his smile faded. “We’ll
really get to know each other. Kiss me. I’m dying to taste
you.”
She was tempted, admitted being more than a little
curious about what kind of kisser he’d be and if someone
so intimidating could be just as passionate. She hadn’t
kissed a man in about a year, not since her last boyfriend
had broken her heart by cheating on her. She debated if
she should let Valiant kiss her or not when he lowered
his face a few inches until their lips nearly touched. She
took a shaky breath knowing that he wasn’t going to give
her a choice.
“Close your eyes and don’t fear me,” Valiant ordered
in a deep, husky whisper. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt
you.”
Relax? Is he kidding? He was huge and had her
pinned down on the bed even though he wasn’t touching
her. Oops, she thought as his lips brushed hers. He’s
touching me now. She tensed a little and reached up to
flatten the palms of her hands on his chest. He was hot
to the touch and his skin felt soft but so warm it was as
though he were burning up with a fever.
He lips were gentle as he used his mouth to open
hers. She didn’t fight it but instead forced her body to
relax. I hope his teeth don’t hurt my mouth. That was the
last thought she had as his tongue invaded. He didn’t kiss
her the way anyone else ever had and she was no
lightweight in that department. She’d dated heavily in
high school when kissing boys had been a nice pastime
as long as they didn’t turn into octopuses—all hands and
grabbing. She wasn’t that kind of girl in high school,
drawing a very firm line between that and doing more
with boys.
Valiant devoured her mouth. His tongue explored
every inch, rubbed erotically against hers and even
swiped the roof, which tickled slightly. His lips were firm
over hers, opening her mouth wider to his dominance.
When he growled softly she could feel vibrations against
her palms and even against her tongue. It was a
shocking turn-on and her body responded instantly