Red Hot Reads

Part 3: Brightest Sky, an alien novella

Ch. 12

*Sky

This was all a mistake, right? Then why was her body begging for his touch? A rush of desire soaked her thong. He'd said he would protect her, and he did. Sky trusted him.

"You give yourself to me?" he asked.

His voice wrapped around her heart, locking it in a barbed fist. She gasped for air. "Yes."

He stroked the side of her breast with one finger, circling in to the nubbly skin of her nipple. Her breasts instantly tightened painfully. He was mesmerized by the sight. In an quick movement, he pulled his own tee-shirt over his head, then pulled her to the edge of the seat. He was on his knees.

She wrapped her hands in his hair. The dark waves, streaked with pure silver, tangled in her fingers. Her knees were parted for his narrow waist. His chest heaved for air and every muscle popped.

He was tense. It looked like he expected a fight. For a brief second, pure fear streaked through her chest—an old reflex around angry men.

But then she melted with heat. This was Joe. He would never hurt her. She arched her back to lift her breasts, inviting him to do more than look. Instead of taking them with his mouth, like she wanted, though, he lifted her hips. She stood. He undid the button on her cut-off jeans, and inch by inch, slowly lowered them to the floor. All that was left between him and her was her torn up fish-net hose and skimpy thong.

The trembling was back. This was a mistake. This was wrong.

This was fucking crazy.

He wasn't even fully human. She saw this man die on the concrete out back and then something reconstructed his head. Whoever, or whatever he was, he would fight for her. They had saved each other, and that was a wonderful feeling.

He was still kneeling in front of her. She cupped his square jaw to make him stand. Holding her hips, he drew her close. "I take you as my own. There will be no other besides you, ever."

"Joe, that's really sweet, but you don't have to make impossible promises," she said. "I know I'm not a forever kind of girl. Just promise yourself for now, it's enough for me."

He ran a gently finger down her back, along her spine and she had to hold his arm to not fall from shuddering so hard. They'd been alone for over a minute—the guys she dated as a teen would have already been in her. She almost let herself think of the other man who'd been alone with her, but she shoved the images out of her mind, coming back to the present.

To Joe. He was the only person in the world who mattered at that moment.

Anchored in the present, in her small room, she breathed him in. She mimicked his touch down his back, making him shudder in turn.

"I want to make you happy," he said. "You are small, soft and perfectly precious to me. I will be your fighter forever." His hands grasped her ass and he hooked his thumbs in the top of her hose and thong. In a heartbeat her last bits of clothing were off. She was completely naked.

For a second, she had the old reflex to try and cover her nearly smooth pussy. He drew away her hand. "No shame before me."

Kissing his way down her chest, he paused at the swell of one breast. "I said I want to make you happy. I intend to make you scream my name."

"Sorry, but I'm not a vocal sort—"

"His wet mouth covered her nipple and he sucked—hard. An electric jolt shot through her chest straight down to her pussy. Her sex quivered and clenched as if waking up for the first time in years. She must have gasped or moaned unconsciously because Joe moved to the other side and muttered the word good right before his lips clamped down. Another jolt shook her.