Earth Girls Aren't Easy (3 page)

“What?” Angie asked, her voice thick and low. She sounded as disoriented as she felt.

“Three people coming,”
Danek
answered. He tugged her jeans back into place and refastened them. “Males. You do not wish to be accused of public indecency.”

She looked down at herself. The wet fabric over her nipples was a dead giveaway to what they’d been doing, if her flushed face wasn’t enough of a clue. Not to mention the musky scent of arousal in the air.

“They will see only a couple kissing,”
Danek
said. He pulled her into his arms and she realized that with his body shielding her, nobody could see anything incriminating. “Kiss me, Angela.”

It struck her then that they’d be kissing for the first time. It seemed somehow more intimate than his mouth on her pussy and she hesitated for a moment before shaping her lips to his.

She tasted herself on his lips, a tang of salt, and the unfamiliar
flavor
jolted her. But his mouth was warm and persuasive, the hands shaping her body against his, firm and confident, and the feel of all of him against all of her went straight to her head. She leaned into him and let him deepen the kiss, opening for his tongue, sagging into his support when her knees buckled as he stole her breath.

Angie was dimly aware of laughter and a good-natured, “Hey, get a room,” but otherwise they might have been the only two people in the world, kissing as if starved for the taste of each other.

Danek
finally ended it and raised his head to look into her eyes. She met his gaze, feeling dazed and unsteady.

“Wow,” she said finally. Her lips were swollen and no longer felt like they belonged to her.

“I think you enjoy kissing me.”
Danek
smiled at her, his eyes alight with amusement.

“Um,” she said. Nothing more intelligent came to mind. Which was his fault, she decided. If he wanted witty conversation, he shouldn’t undo her pants, make her come, and then kiss her senseless. Her nipples still throbbed from the contact with his mouth, her sex felt primed and ready and her legs felt like Jell-O.

“I enjoy kissing you.”
Danek
touched her mouth with one fingertip. “I also enjoy this stairwell. But I think we would both enjoy more privacy and comfort next.”

Angie nodded. The floor was as hard as the wall, and the stairs didn’t exactly make an accommodating surface, either. “Good point. I can walk in a minute.”

“I will carry you.”

“I live on the fourth floor,” she reminded him, but
Danek
had already swung her off her feet and cradled her against his chest.

“I am strong enough,” he assured her. And he proved it, taking the stairs at a clip that Angie wasn’t sure she could maintain when she wasn’t carrying anything. When he set her down, he wasn’t even breathing hard.

“You must have a resting heart rate of twelve. What are you, an alien?” Angie asked.

“Yes.”
Danek
smiled at her and plucked the keys from her nerveless hand before unlocking her apartment door and pushing her inside. Angie let her purse slide off her shoulder and fall to the floor with a thud. “Do you wish to be taken on your bed next, or do you have another preference?”

“Forget preference,” she said. “Back up to the alien part.”

“I am an alien,”
Danek
repeated.

“Illegal alien,” Angie said, trying to make sense of his statement.

“I am not here with permission of your government, no,”
Danek
admitted. “Tell me where you wish to be taken, or I will have you against this door.”

That was a turn-on. Taken. Against the door. She imagined
Danek
doing that, with no further preliminaries. He’d just yank her pants down, back her against the hard surface, open his pants and thrust into her, making her come while her spine bowed and she screamed her pleasure.

“The door,”
Danek
said. He didn’t do exactly what she’d imagined. He pulled her shirt over her head first, stripped away her bra, and made a low growling sound at the sight of her naked breasts. Then he got her out of her pants with record speed, opened his, and she had a mouth-watering glimpse of his cock jutting toward her, fully engorged and wider than she’d expected.

He used his knee to push her thighs apart and lifted her off the ground, then stood between her open legs. His body braced her in front, the door supported her behind, and his hands cupped her bare ass while the head of his cock probed at her slick opening.

Angie wrapped her legs around his waist, and then realized they were forgetting something. “Protection,” she reminded him.

“I will protect you from anything,”
Danek
promised in a deep voice that sounded utterly sincere as he began thrusting forward.

She squirmed up and away. “No, I mean we need a condom. Prophylactic. Rubber. What do you call them in your country?”

“Condom?”
Danek
stared at her. “You wish me to encase my cock in a wrapper first? You do not wish to feel my skin sliding inside yours, our body fluids mingling, my seed spurting deep inside you?”

“When you put it that way.” She groaned and bit her lip. “Okay, I know they’re not sexy and riding bareback would be more fun, but I have to be smart, here. It’s bad enough that I’m fucking a stranger, how bad would it be if I let you give me a disease or if you got me pregnant?”

“I would be
honored
if you had my child.”
Danek
smiled at her when he said it. Actually smiled.

That did it. No normal human man smiled at the thought of getting a strange woman pregnant from a chance sexual encounter.

Micki’s
disappearance, Larry’s babbled explanations about alien abduction, a man who made her hear voices and have spontaneous orgasms, and the title of that book Micki had written rushed to the forefront of her mind.

“You really are an alien,” Angie said.
Fuck me
, she added mentally. She didn’t say it out loud so it wouldn’t be taken for an invitation. No chance of that happening now,
Danek
might have tentacles or something. Or he might get her pregnant with something that would make Rosemary’s Baby look normal.

And she’d been so close to what had promised to be the best sex of her life. She could almost cry from disappointment.

Chapter Three

Danek
looked disbelieving as he stood between her legs, hard and ready to thrust home. “You will not allow me to take you now?”

“You’re an alien,” Angie pointed out in case it had slipped his memory. “Kind of a mood wrecker. And you’re not wearing a condom. You could have some kind of alien VD.”

“I will wear a condom if you insist.” He scowled as he said it. “It is unnatural and will rob us both of pleasure, but I will do as you wish.”

“You’re not putting on a condom, you’re putting that alien thing back in your pants.” Angie’s voice went high as she climbed up his body to put some distance between her all-too-willing flesh and his.

“You are serious.”
Danek
bit out something in a language she didn’t understand, then lowered her to stand on her own feet. He didn’t move away, however, staying close enough for his body to brush hers, crowding her against the door.

“What was that? Are you swearing at me?” Angie scowled at him in suspicion.

“I said that Earth girls are not easy.”
Danek
rested his forehead against hers and heaved a sigh. “You wish to be taken. I wish to take you. But no, you will not allow either of us to experience this pleasure. And why not? Because I was not born on your world.”

“You make it sound like I’m being unreasonable.” She really hated that her voice came out breathy and throaty, as if she were
channeling
a phone sex operator. Her nipples were hard and aching as they rubbed against his vest. The stimulation was an extra torment when she added it to the unfulfilled ache between her legs.

“You are.”
Danek
palmed her sex and she almost moaned out loud at the welcome pressure of his hand against her swollen labia. “You want me. I want you. Denying us both because of the different location of our births, how is that reasonable?”

When he put it that way…no, that was her hormones and his hand squeezing her mound, rubbing her clit and teasing her by sliding a fingertip into her core, talking. Not common sense and not the voice of reason. She still couldn’t stop herself from rocking her pelvis forward to gain more of his finger and blamed the memory of that world-class orgasm in the stairwell for clouding her brain.

Or maybe it was him, clouding her brain with alien sex impulses. “Stop that,” she muttered, even as she rode his hand and clenched her inner muscles tight around his penetrating finger.

“When you truly wish me to stop, I will,” he countered, adding a second finger to the first, stretching her, filling her, but not nearly enough. His fingers were a teasing preliminary and far less than what she wanted. The width of his cock would be just right, almost too much for her, so she’d feel utterly filled to capacity if he replaced his hand with what she really needed.

Angie groaned. “That’s not fair.” But she didn’t pull away.

“You are right.”
Danek
slid his fingers out of her and she tried not to scream in frustration. How could he stop now? She was so
close
,
dammit
. “It is not fair for me to pleasure you with my hand when you have rejected me as your lover.”

“I didn’t reject you, exactly,” Angie mumbled. “And why am I the bad guy here? You’re the alien. You tried to have alien sex with me.”

“You would have enjoyed it very much.”
Danek
gave her a very knowing smile and she really hated that he was probably right. She’d certainly enjoyed herself in the stairwell, and that was just what he could do with his mouth. “And I have no alien
vee
dee
, which so concerned you. I am in perfect health. I could not be here otherwise. Introducing an alien pathogen into your planet’s native population would be considered an act of bio-terrorism.”

“Good to know,” Angie said. “Listen, do you think we could continue this conversation with me wearing some clothes? Standing here naked and excited is not helping me think rationally about this situation.”

“I like you naked and excited.”
Danek
cupped her breasts with his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the hard buds of her nipples. “And I do not consider it rational that you stopped me from taking you already. Your body aches with unfulfilled need. Will putting on clothes make the ache for my flesh inside you go away?”

“You do have a way with words.”

“I also have a way without words.”

No kidding
, Angie thought. With
Danek’s
kind of body language, words were unnecessary. If his hands on her breasts were sure and skilled, his fingers on her nipples were genius. His cock inside her would be heaven.

“Maybe it would be okay if you wore a condom,” she said, breathing harder as he plucked at her nipples in a rhythm that had her pelvis rocking into him.

“You will have to let me take you with no barriers at some point,” he said. “But this first time, if you will not allow that, I will wear the condom.”

“Bathroom,” Angie wheezed. “No, wait. Bedroom. I think. Oh hell, stop and let me go look. It’s been so long I can’t remember where they are.”

She broke away from him and ran for the bedroom, pulling open the drawer on her bedside table and pawing through the contents. No condoms. Okay then, bathroom. She bolted to the medicine cabinet and heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of the box sitting here.
Yes.
If she hadn’t had any condoms, she really might have screamed in frustrated rage, and the walls weren’t that thick. The last thing she needed was a complaint to the building manager about excessive noise on top of
not
getting the best sex of her life.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about that. Angie grabbed a handful of packets and raced back to the bedroom where she found
Danek
waiting. He hadn’t wasted any more time losing his clothes, she noted. Very efficient of him. And sexy. If the sight of him clothed had nearly made her swallow her tongue, the sight of him naked was enough to make her almost mindless with lust.

“Here.” Angie tossed the packets onto the bed and
Danek
picked one up. He turned it in his hands as if he had no idea how to proceed and it clicked in her head that alien contraception and disease prevention might be completely different. “Never mind. I’ll do it.”

She jumped onto the mattress, picked up the packet and tore it open. She found herself kneeling with his cock jutting toward her, and leaned forward to take the head of him into her mouth. He tasted so good, masculine and a little salty, and he felt warm and hard sliding between her lips. Angie licked at his shaft and tightened her mouth around him, feeling a flash of triumph when he groaned in response.

His hands slid into her curls, cupping her head, encouraging her as she tasted him and then moved forward to take more of him. He rocked his hips to meet her, feeding his cock into her mouth. Angie slid her hand between his legs to cup his balls and found them tight and heavy with need.