How Not to Date an Alien by Stephanie Burke Read Free Book Online Page B

fun to accelerate around sharp curves.”
    “Sharp curves?” She began to stutter as he slowly began to unbutton the fly to those very tight jeans. Shaking her head, she went back to her conversation, shrugging off the feelings of lust that were always simmering just under the surface when it came to him. “You almost killed us racing those bikers.”
    “Motorcycles are what I want to learn next.” He showed all his pointed teeth.
    “There is something about the sound they make…” He trailed off as his eyes sought her form once more. “It sounds like a lighter version of what you do just before climax.”
    Kilana felt her face explode in color and moaned, covering her face with her hands. “Valan!” she wailed. “I thought you were going to eat me, not torture me.”
    “It was meant as a compliment.” She could hear his footfalls as he moved closer to her. “I am enamored of those sounds you make, Kilana. I will make you create more before I consume you.”
    She felt his heat as he moved within touching distance, smelled the sweet, lemony, vanilla spice of him, and swore his hair caressed her as he moved past.
    But almost too soon he was away from her, leaving her confused and aroused, frightened and excited all at the same time.
    Inhaling deeply and mentally getting her affairs in order, she turned to follow him. In the small townhouse, there was only one place he could have gone. She kicked off her sandals and padded after the wayward alien, curious as to what he was going to do next.
    The sound of rushing water drew her to her bathroom where she was almost smacked in the face by her flying shirt.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, peeling the cotton garment from her face, but not without first inhaling deeply and shuddering as lemon and vanilla teased her nose.
    “Preparing you a bath,” he explained, looking over his broad back at her. “It is a proven way to make tight muscles relax.”
    “My muscles are not tight,” she argued, her eyes still on his pale broad back and the muscles there, which flexed and released as he bent over the tub to test the water with a flick of his fingers.
    “Yes, they are. I could feel them as I passed you. This should relax you and give you pleasure at the same time.”
    That said, he rose to his feet, and Kilana found herself gulping hard as her eyes dropped to his crotch.
    Her pants were fully unbuttoned, and that mound of cock and balls was straining to break its way free from the restraining denim. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he had lost his shoes somewhere along the way to the room, and even his goddamned toes were cute, no talons at all. Just neatly trimmed black toenails.
    As she stared, frozen like a statue, he ran his hands, damp with bathwater, down his neck, over hard nipples that begged to be touched, and down those painfully flat abs.
    She had to pinch herself to stop from screaming, “Take it all off,” and instead began to nibble at her bottom lip as she watched her own private alien strip show.
    His hands reversed their travels once he reached his crotch, and she bit back a moan of disappointment. But her libido perked right back up as his hands ran up along his sides, over his muscular shoulders and into his hair. With a flick of his fingers, whatever was holding the silky looking massive braid fell free, and his hair flowed down in silken waves to curtain his body. He gave his head a shake, and his two antennas popped up perky and bouncy.
    Kilana was mesmerized by the way the opened crotch of his jeans teased and played peek-a-boo with his cock as he moved toward her. He had no navel, and he had no body hair. So there was nothing to distract her from the pure view of Valan.
    His accented voice spoke to her, the words unclear. She was too busy eyeballing the feast of flesh that was moving closer and closer every second.
    “— garments? Kilana?”
    “Huh?” Her heard jerked up, and she found herself staring into a pair of mesmerizing black