asked her out again because he hadn’t yet added her as a notch in his belt? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remove the thought from the back of her mind.
“Going anyplace special for the date?”
She blinked, returning her focus to her friend. “We’re having a barbeque at his place then coming back here for dessert.”
“Dessert, huh? That’s original. Do you have supplies? Is your room suitable to entertain a man as hot as Luke?”
Oh God. She cringed. The thought of him actually coming into her house hadn’t crossed her mind until now. “No, will you help me?”
“Sure. Hop in the shower, and we’ll take a drive into Allentown.” Christine poured herself another cup. “We’ll have your house looking chic in no time, and your room well-stocked with everything you could possibly need.”
Great, more money. But she refused to have him come into her house of odds and ends when his looked professionally designed. She, at least, had to find matching throws. And if they were going to have sex, she had to have condoms. STDs and pregnancy were not options in her life.
She gulped down one last mouthful. “Sounds good. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Trying to land the hottest guy in Hanton. Now, get moving.”
She placed her mug in the sink then rushed upstairs. If she spent time with Luke as his girlfriend, living in Hanton would definitely be more bearable.
***
Luke wiped his hands on the rag then tossed it onto his toolbox. He’d worked on his Harley long into the night, and again in the morning after a few hours of restless sleep. Rachel had invaded his mind with her luscious lips and soft curves. A battle raged inside him. He wanted all of Rachel, to bury himself deep inside her hot body, especially after the taste he got the day before. But he also sensed her hesitation, and refused to push her too fast. He’d heard the whispers behind his back about the women he’d invited over. And with his reputation, it would be hard to convince her he didn’t want anyone else. Yet, he had to.
Leaving the garage, he trudged toward his house. He needed to grab a shower and take the food out of the freezer before she came over. Would she expect some fancy dish made on the barbeque after last night, or would she be just as happy with burgers? Damn, why had he waited so long to ask her out?
As soon as he reached his bedroom, he stripped off his grease-covered clothes. It felt so good to be out of the confines of man-made material. The one scrap of clothing he had left from his time on the ship weighed practically nothing. Not only had it stretched to fit him as he grew from a child into an adult, but there were no signs of wear and tear. He wished this planet held the same means to produce the alien fabric. But then he would have to expose what he was. That would lead him straight to a mental institution or worse, a government laboratory. He would rather be uncomfortable.
The only person he would ever reveal his ancestry to was the woman next door, and he had to hurry to be ready for their second date.
Stepping into the shower, he moaned under the warm spray. Maybe cold would be better. He grew hard already from thinking of her. Soaping himself down, he planned to be in and out, until he clutched his cock. Oh yeah.
No way could he last until dessert at her house. He needed to take care of the problem now or risk a premature release the second she touched him. With one hand on the tiled wall, he leaned forward and gripped his shaft. He started with slow, measured strokes, but increased his speed as the muscles in his thighs tightened. Rocking his hips, he imagined sinking deep into Rachel, hearing her cry out his name.
“Luke?”
“Yes. Fuck.” He exploded against the wall, his body jerking from the release.
“Luke, are you home?”
Shit. He hadn’t imagined her voice. She was really in his house.
Slamming off the water, he shoved open the shower curtain. Steam filled the