WarDog: Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series by Alana Khan (large screen ebook reader txt) 📗

so compelling about his soft skin covering hard muscles below. My palms lodge respectfully at his waist, unwilling to violate the boundary of his kilt.

His hands, though, aren’t being quite so respectful. They’re roaming wildly up and down my back. From the nape of my neck and my shoulders to my waist, then making little forays lower. When I don’t protest, they rise to my shoulder blades, then slide down my back and lodge even lower each time.

Now his palms are resting on the globes of my ass. Not tight, mind you. Not clenching, but soft, like a whisper. Their heat seeps through, and knowing they’re so close to my private parts sets my world on fire.

He tugs me to him, and I feel his erection even though it’s covered by the stiff leather of his kilt. One large palm grips my ass and drags me closer while the other cups the nape of my neck and pulls me toward him so he can own my mouth.

This kiss is nothing like what we shared in the solarium. Perhaps he was holding back there because there were no chaperones—no external constraints. Here he knows he can’t tear off my clothes and sheathe himself in me, so he can play with fire.

And play with fire he does. He’s kissing me with fervor, his lips slanting down on mine, savoring the feeling, tasting me from all angles. He’s holding nothing back, making soft moaning sounds from the back of his throat.

His tongue flicks against the seam of my mouth and I open to him expectantly. Welcoming him inside me. My mind flashes me a picture of how I’ll welcome him inside me in other ways, hopefully later tonight.

Desire slams into me. It strikes in my belly, then rips through me like wildfire, pricking the tips of my breasts, igniting in my pelvis, and creating an epicenter in my clit.

My entire body is sensitized after coming online during our wild, primitive dance. Now my little bundle of nerves is pounding, demanding, and announcing its need by pulsing. My channel quivers.

Bayne sniffs. It’s just one quick intake of breath. I imagine the canine inside him couldn’t help himself. I’m certain he smells my need. Although I denied it in the past, I’m certain there's no denying it now. In fact, I have no desire to.

I double down. Instead of disavowing it, I press my lips to his canine-shaped ear and whisper, “I want you, Bayne.”

He slides his hands so they’re each cupping one of my ass cheeks and easily lifts me off the floor, pulling me against him so his hard cock presses against my neediest spot. He doesn’t stop there, lifting me up and down in tiny pulses, massaging me in full view of everyone in the room.

Instead of looking around, guaranteeing my mortification, I close my eyes and delve into the feeling of desire snaking through every cell in my body.

He slowly slides me down until my feet touch the floor again, then lodges one hand at my waist, one between my shoulder blades, and continues our dance.

“You’re a naughty male.” My words scold, but there’s no censure in my voice.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” He flashes me a smile full of sharp, white teeth. Instead of frightening me, they spark a zing of lust through my body.

We continue dancing, through fast tempos and slow ballads. Every minute that passes ratchets up my desire. Although my hands were intimately acquainted with his canine form, I’d petted him for months, we’ve only touched his humanoid form for a few hours.

On this dance floor, he’s touched me almost everywhere—except the few square inches that matter. My body wants him. No. My body is desperate for him.

Finally, the first couple leaves the room, giving us an excuse to follow.

“Join me, Bayne? Join me in my room?” I gaze into those swirling golden eyes.

“You’re sure you want this? You’re ready? We can wait.”

I wonder how hard it must be for him to have offered that. He’s been rock hard for hours, and the fact that there’s a primitive canine inside him must be another yearning he needs to control.

“No.” I shake my head. “No more waiting.” If he doesn’t leave with me soon, I’m going to tear off that kilt and mount him on the dance floor.

He pulls me toward Maddie the cook and thanks her for the delicious spread she prepared, although neither of us tasted a morsel. Then he approaches Grace and praises her for the music she found to entertain us.

Now he grips my small hand in his large one and drags me toward the doorway and down the hall. What started out as a swift walk has turned into a jog until we arrive at my door. I slap my hand on the palm plate and we slip inside before the door fully opens, as if the entire adventure had been choreographed.

We giggle for a moment, thrilled with our little escapade, then it’s silent in our little room.

“Has it been enough hoaras?” he asks, his gorgeous face serious, as if he doesn’t want to break my rules.

I nod, a shy smile on my face. I don’t know how this handsome male could be any more beautiful, but the blend of relief and desire on his face makes me want him even more.

It suddenly occurs to me that I wouldn’t have made a good girl scout. I’m not prepared. “I hadn’t expected this, Bayne. I’m not on any protection.”

After having been in canine form for the last decade, it takes him a moment to comprehend my meaning.

“We can’t . . .?” His eyes dip to the ‘v’ between my legs then back to my face.

“There are many things we can do. But I don’t want to make a baby.”