I Married An Alien (10 page)

Jordan glided her hand down his stomach where he let it go, hoping like hell she’d take the hint and take him in hand. She did, her touch so delicate and soft that he growled out loud.

“
You sound like a tiger,” she giggled.

“
A what?” he gasped as she continued to caress him with soft enticing strokes.

“
You know, a great big striped cat.”

“
Oh one of those Earth creatures,” he purred, basking in the pleasure of her soft gentle hands. “I thought they had all gone extinct.”

“
Oh – maybe. So what kind of creatures do you have here on Terron?”

She would have to ask that now, so he decided to tease her. “Great big scary ones with long hair and huge…” he paused for emphasis, coiling her hand firmly around him, where he began moving it up and down the way he liked. “Appetites!” he finished.

“
Oh,” she giggled, taking the hint, and tightened her grip. He jerked against her palm. “Yes, that is truly terrifying… I mean here we are, naked and intimate, and we hardly know one another.”

“
Our bodies know each other, and our minds will soon follow… Would you like me to show you some of Terron’s creatures?” Jordan asked as she continued to massage him, increasing the pleasure he felt deep in his organ. Now that the urgency of their initial mating had been sated, Jordan relaxed, letting her wonderful little hands work their magic on him. He was also glad to see that she had a sense of humor, and that he’d already managed to draw it out.

“
I’d like to see everything. Three days in the company of those giggling airheads was hardly enough to take in anything,” she admitted. She never once let up on the rhythmic delight she was sending through him. It also pleased him to hear that she was curious about his planet. Jordan was already looking forward to showing her parts of his world that Earthlings hadn’t managed to put their mark on yet.

“
But first I want to show you pleasure, Anita,” Jordan hissed as the intensity of what she was doing grew too much for him. He didn’t want to come just yet, so he rolled onto her, pinning her beneath him. He rained tender kisses down her neck, her shoulders, over her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples until she writhed beneath him, her heady floral scent spiking as her pleasure mounted.

Jordan basked in that sweet aroma, reveled in it, knowing he was pleasing her. But he wanted to do more, so that her wonderful feminine scent exploded all around him. So he moved lower, over her abdomen, dipping his tongue into her delectable little belly button. She squirmed and giggled, so he did it again.

He continued to move lower, and she pressed her thighs together as he neared the downy blonde triangle of curls.

“
Oh, no you don’t,” he murmured, positioning himself in such a way that she had no option but to part her legs for him.

“
What are you doing?” she asked uncertainly, as his hand found her breast again. Gently he trailed his fingers over her nipple. Clearly her previous lovers had never gave her true pleasure.

“
You’ll see.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, inching ever closer to her hot moist core that called out to him with its siren’s scent. Unable to hold back a moment longer, he ran his lips over her downy mound and thrust his tongue deep into her moist folds, tasting the ambrosia of her juicy nub.

She shuddered beneath him, and her hand gripped hold of his hair where it draped over her thighs. Jordan chanced a glance up the length of her body, those beautiful slender curves the color of pearls that felt like satin beneath his touch. She was gaping down at him in absolute wonder.

“
No man has ever truly worshipped you before, has he?” Jordan just had to say it.

A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, and therein he had his answer. Anger burned hotly through his veins as he cursed those vicious Earthean men to Hell and back again. And they thought it cruel to pair their women with Terron men, when he knew for a fact they would never ever hurt their mates on purpose. The natural bond that formed between the sexes was simply too strong. Jordan vowed to find out who had abused her, and make him pay. Oh how he would make him pay! But right now he would make Anita’s body sing.

Lowering his gaze, he returned to her wonderful woman’s place, and teased her nub until she moaned with pleasure, all inhibition blown to the four winds. She bucked and gripped his hair in her fists, arching her back.

She came in an explosion of high keening gasps, filling his nostrils and his mouth with her blooming womanly aroma. He lapped up her juices as they poured from her, his own organ almost as hard and hot as it had been last night. He tried not to come himself, but knew it would be too quick if he mounted her now. So instead he laid his head against her thigh, gently circling her damp opening with his fingers, gazing up at her relaxed face, her expressive blue eyes now closed, and her breathing deep and even as she basked in the afterglow.

She has been well worth waiting for, he thought, as his own over-heated body cooled slightly, those painful hours yesterday, and all the long lonely years of emptiness, because she will never leave my side again for as long as she lives.

Then when he thought he could sustain himself for more than five seconds, Jordan climbed back onto her, positioning himself between her hot damp thighs. This time there was no reluctance. She parted for him, and lifted her hips in welcome.

“
Oh Heaven,” he groaned. “You’re Heaven.”

“
You believe in the same God we do?” she asked as he slid unhindered into her tight hot channel.

“
You ask me that now?” he growled, placing a kiss atop her brow. “I’ll believe in anything you want me to as long as you…” Jordan didn’t get to finish his sentence as she clamped down on him, taking him over the edge and into oblivion. He thrust once, twice, and exploded across the stars.

Chapter
Seven

A soft beeping roused me from what had obviously been a light doze. I opened my eyes to see Jordan lever himself away from me. Cool air instantly replaced his heat, and I drew the sheet back up again, curling up against his broad back as he reached out to stop the irritating noise.

A voice emerged from an intercom; “We were wondering if the newlywed’s would like their breakfast brought up to them?” a deep male voice inquired with a slight snigger.

“
Take a hike, Logan,” Jordan retorted, just as my stomach gave a long leonine growl. Jordan heard it and turned to regard me. “On the other hand, yes, perhaps that would be a good idea. What would you like, my love?” he asked me with a grin.

I shrugged. Everything they had served so far had been absolutely delicious. I had no idea why food tasted so good on Terron, but I wasn’t about to question why, not unless it caused me to pile on the kilos now I had a man to look good for.

“
Whatever comes,” I murmured in response, shocked at myself for the direction my thoughts had taken. I could be spirited away in an instant, so Jordan was no more my man than he was Anita’s, whoever she was, wherever she was. I realized I really had to do some digging to find out more about her. Perhaps the tablet in my luggage would reveal more. When I got time to study it I’d do some more research.

Jordan returned his attention to the intercom and recited a long detailed list of what sounded like everything on the menu. When he finished, he rolled back to face me, and said; “I’m absolutely starving.”

“
Must have been all that wild sex which did it,” I teased him. I was already aware that he liked to laugh, and I also wanted to try and banish my wayward thoughts of earlier. Here I was, having mind-blowing sex with this Greek God of a man, and I was worried about the past. But then I’d always been a worrier. I blamed my mother for that. She had given me more than enough to fret about over the years. It would take some time to get her and all her negativity out of my system.

“
No, I was too keyed up last night for dinner. Your appearance in my life kind of put a damper on my appetite, but–" He didn’t get to finish his sentence as his own stomach rumbled like that tiger was absolutely famished.

“
Now it’s back with a vengeance, and you still sound like a great big cat!”

“
How about we take a shower before breakfast comes?” Jordan threw the sheet back, and slid out of bed. He extended a hand to me.

“
Now?” I asked. “Together?”

He nodded. “Yes now and yes together.”

Suddenly I couldn’t think of anything better. He looked so damn sexy standing there in the buff with his long blonde hair tumbling untidily about his powerful shoulders. As I placed my hand in his and watched it virtually disappear, I simply had to ask; “What the heck do you Terron men do to get so damn muscular?”

He hauled me easily out of the bed so that I came to my feet directly in front of him. “We just grow up this way, probably one of the reasons why your men dislike us so much. No Earth man has ever beaten a Terron male in hand-to-hand combat. And believe me, many have tried, usually jealous exes who’ve lost their women to the mating.”

“
Just as well I don’t have a jealous ex then,” I remarked as he pulled me up against his smooth hairless chest. Heavens, he felt good as my breasts flattened against his hard body. Once again I realized I was talking about Ruth. I had no idea who or what Anita had been forced to leave behind. I guess I should be glad that Jordan was such a strong, powerful hunk of a man. I really didn’t fancy seeing him get roughed up by someone from Anita’s past. “That’s one-on-one, I presume. Most Human men like to attack when they’ve got strength of numbers behind them, so how would you fare if you had half a dozen Humans facing you?”

Jordan smiled down at me. “Trying to determine my worth, are you, little one? Don’t worry, I’ll always protect you…" Then he let his head drop back, before returning his attention to me. “Five, I would say. Anymore and I’d be pushing it.”

“
You could take on five Earth men in one go?” I gasped in awe.

“
I’ve taken on groups before, usually when they’re too drunk to know any better. But yes, I’ve knocked out at least five Humans in a single fight.”

I gave an awed sigh. “My hero!” I smiled, sliding my arms around his waist to lean my forehead against his broad chest.

Jordan laughed, the deep rumble reverberating through his large frame as I hugged him.

“
Shower time,” he announced a moment later. He disentangled himself form me and headed for the bathroom, pulling me along in his wake.

“
I want to use that bath.” I pointed at the huge spa sprouting from a raised dais in the centre of the room.

“
And I don’t want cold breakfast. We can use it later. We’ll be here for at least a week. Plenty of time for that,” he reassured me as he stepped into an enormous shower cubicle with clear glass sides. Actually I doubted it was glass, probably something more like Perspex, I mused as I followed him inside. I doubted they would have anything as brittle as glass in the future. Neither did this particular shower have taps. I had grown used to the cubicles in this hotel after ending up resembling a drowned rat the first few times.

One merely had to press a button and beautiful warm jets of steam came at you from whatever side you turned to, or lifted your head to. Shampooing was something of the past too. Another switch released a lovely apple-scented cleanser for the hair and body, and a third switch controlled foot massagers that ran across the floor.

Towels weren’t necessary either, as warm blasts of air shot out of vents at various intervals. The warm, fluffy sheets I’d seen supplied were for use after bathing. After my first few mishaps, I grew to enjoy it, and spent more than my fair share in there, much to the consternation of my former roommate.

Now I shared the shower with Jordan, who pulled me against him, and glided his big hands over my slippery wet skin. Still feeling shy and uncertain by all this touching and nakedness, it took me a moment to reciprocate. Besides I was beginning to enjoy his hands on me entirely too much. Neither did I know how he liked to be touched, although I’d gotten the hang of massaging a certain part of him quickly enough. I felt that part of him against me now, once again hard and insistent as it pressed against my now virtually non-existent stomach.

If only he knew, I thought for a sad little moment. He wouldn’t be so aroused it he was holding the real me in his arms.

His huge palms cupped my rear, rocking me against him as water sluiced over our faces, and we gazed back at one another.

“
I think I could stay like this for hours,” he murmured as he bent his head to capture my mouth with his. Once again I was lost in the passion of his kiss. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of tasting that beautiful mouth, but a voice in the next room, calling out that breakfast had arrived, reluctantly drew us apart. Our stomachs rumbled simultaneously.

We spent the rest of the day like this, laughing and eating, and then climbing back into bed to mate some more. When I asked Jordan why we weren’t going out, he told me it was expected that newly mated couples stayed in bed for most of their honeymoon. I didn’t complain again, particularly when he insisted on feeding me the evening meal that was brought to us at twilight. We went outside and sat on the terrace where a cool evening breeze washed over us, and watched the red sunset dip over Terron’s thrashing deep blue ocean.

I had never felt so pampered in my life, and the fact that it was coming from such a drop-dead gorgeous male made it even more awesome. All he had on was a pair of loose green tie-up pants that hung low on his lean hips. He looked good enough to eat as he sat beside me and popped small portions of food into my mouth. Jordan looked relaxed, almost happy, as he attended to me like a servant. For someone who had been treated like one for as long as I could remember, it made me feel a tad uncomfortable.