Chapter Nine

Those spines brought new meaning to “hard-on.” They were also weirdly appealing. Lian wished she could see what they looked like without his shirt on.

“Calm down,” she said. “It’s fiction, remember?”

She raised her arm to…she wasn’t sure what she’d intended. But she ended up cautiously running her hand down his spines as if she could smooth them back to his body.

Nuar groaned, his knees almost buckling. He reached out and steadied himself against the shelf.

Oh wow, were his spines really like a hard-on? The thought hit her with another heat blast, her core starting to throb.

She pulled her hand back quickly. “Sorry, I should have asked first.”

He kept his grip on the shelf, so tight she wondered that the material didn’t splinter. The books in front of him were bathed in the red light of his gaze.

“You have my permission to touch me whenever and wherever you wish.” The rasp to his voice was like velvet tracing over her skin.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers twitching with the need to touch him. Was she really going to do this?

She wasn’t sure. At least, not in her head. Her hand was already reaching for his back again.

Gently, she traced her fingertips over the edges of his spines. His eyes rolled shut and he groaned. He set down the book he’d been holding and grabbed onto the shelf with both hands.

Damn, how was this so hot? It should be weird, not hot.

Then again, having a seven-foot tall, red-eyed, blue alien completely at her mercy was kind of… Okay, it was super hot.

Out of curiosity, she ran her other hand along his back, to see if he was sensitive all over or just on his spines. The touch seemed to relax him a bit and he let out a breath. She, on the other hand, nearly erupted again.

Holy crap, the muscles on this guy!

She explored the firm curves of his lats, then let her fingers trail down to his narrow waist. She really, really wanted to know what other surprises he might have in store for her.

This was doing nothing for her infatuation with him. What was that saying? The only way out is through?

Nuar was catching his breath. She wasn’t okay with that. With a smile, she ran her hand along his spines—this time, with a firmer touch.

Nuar threw his head back and groaned again. She wasn’t quite sure, but it looked like his fingers were actually sinking into the “indestructible” Vegan material.

“Lian…” he pleaded.

Shit, this was a power rush.

But was she abusing it? She didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want.

Then again, how the hell could she push him into anything? He could easily overpower her.

The thought should have been scary, but it wasn’t at all. He’d been nothing but gentle with her, even when she’d broken her hand trying to punch his lights out. Except for when he’d held onto her wrist—behavior he’d immediately corrected when she told him to.

She didn’t want to lead him on. But that probably wasn’t a possibility, either. Everybody knew the Cygnians were just visiting. She doubted they would stick around long.

He seemed willing to indulge her curiosity. And she was pretty sure he’d be up for indulging a little of his own.

The idea of his hands exploring her set her off again. But this was her turn, and she wanted to see how much she could get away with.

She stepped closer to him, sliding her hands around to his stomach. So many abs. And his front felt as good as his back.

She let her hands explore his chest, smoothing them over his pecs and then back down over his stomach. If only he didn’t have the damn shirt on.

At first, it was a little awkward working around the row of spines, but when she realized they weren’t dangerous, she leaned against them.

The were vibrating.

What the hell?

Now that she was closer, she could hear a low humming sound. Actually, she could feel it more clearly than anything.

The movement sent shivers through her body, resonating all the way to her bones. The throbbing in her core intensified as she pressed against his back. It made her wonder what other parts of him could do. She lowered her hands to the waistband of his jeans.

Once more, she asked herself if she was really doing this. Nuar choose that moment to let out another low moan as her fingers slipped across his stomach just beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Yeah, she was doing this, all right.

Olivia was gone, the library was locked up, the dogs were asleep in another section, and they were very, very close to Lian’s office—which had a couch covered in blankets that Lian had never taken home after the winter.

She stroked her hand over the front of his jeans, causing him to gasp and jerk against the shelves. Something crunched.

They could fix it later. Maybe Nuar would replace it with a solid-sapphire shelf.

Lian undid the button of his fly and spread his jeans open, giving herself access to what was inside.

Boxer-briefs. Okay, she could work with that.

She slid her hand deeper, stroking him through the soft fabric and—

Oh my god! Are those ridges?

Nuar pressed back against her gently. His chest heaved with each breath.

She lifted the waistband of his boxer-briefs, unable to hold back her curiosity or the deeper, primal need to touch more of him.

Reaching in, she wrapped her hand around his shaft. As much as she could, anyway. How was she ever going to manage that?

She would figure it out.

He let out another groan as she pulled her hand up along his dick. Definitely ridged, but not in a scary way. Damn, that would feel good sliding into her.

She needed him naked. Immediately.

“Nuar.”

“Yes?”

She’d never heard so much need in a single word.

“Follow me,” she said.

It took an act of will to release him, but the promise of so much more helped her manage. She didn’t bother to redo his jeans, either. She wanted them gone as soon as possible.

She’d never been happier that her office was close to the Sci-fi Romance section. She hurried through the open door, and closed it the moment he crossed inside.

“What is this place?” he asked, glancing around.

“My office. Now get naked.”

“What?”

Had she been misreading him? Had he just been so swept away by the story he’d been reading that he’d been caught up in the moment and she’d unintentionally taken advantage?

That would be beyond awkward.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted—” she began.

He took a step forward, reaching for her, but not touching her.

“I do,” he said. “I want you. I want more of what you were doing out there. I want everything you have to offer me.”

“Oh.”

Damn.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Lian threw herself at Nuar, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to kiss him. He bent down, pressing his lips against hers.

She wished he would pick her up again. With how he was hunching over, he was going to hurt his back. At least, a human guy would.

But he wasn’t a human guy. Point in case, he was holding his hands out next to her sides and moving them weirdly.

She broke off the kiss. “What are you doing?”

In a pained voice, he said, “Not touching you.”

“Oh.”

“Please, may I touch you?” he asked.

As much as she longed to feel his strong hands on her, she wasn’t quite ready for him to do that, yet. Once he did, she knew things would progress rapidly, and she wasn’t done exploring him.

“No,” she said.

He actually winced. She felt bad for him, until she thought about what she had planned.

“Take off your shirt,” she said, backing away just enough to give him space to do so.

He looked a bit hopeful, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on her small couch. Looking at it and then him… Yeah, they’d have to pull the blankets onto the floor or something.

That chest, though…

The blue covering his chest gleamed, catching and refracting the light almost as if his skin itself were crystal. His eyes glowed brighter as she looked at him.

She really wished they had more than an hour.

Forcing herself to look calm, she walked around behind him to get a better look at those dinosaur spine plates. They ran from the base of his neck down to the waistband of his jeans, with larger plates toward the center of his back, and smaller ones at the top and bottom of the row. The largest was about twice the size of her palm.

They were broader than she’d expected and midnight blue. She could see little segments in each one that seemed like some sort of support structure. It looked like they would cover his vertebrae when they were flat against his skin. Maybe they were some kind of extra body armor?

Very cool.

She had other things she wanted to see, but while she was back there, she couldn’t resist touching them.

His spine plates quivered beneath her fingers, the vibration intensifying. She had expected them to be hard—which they were—but they were also warm and their texture was velvety.

Nuar didn’t groan this time. He stood unnaturally still, his spine completely straight. She leaned forward so she could see his face. His eyes were pinched shut and the muscles on his jaw stood out tensely.

Nice.

She dropped down and unlaced his boots for him. When she looked up again, he was staring at her.

“Shoes off,” she said. She held them on the ground as he pulled his feet from them, then she stood and crossed her arms. “Now the rest of it.”

He quickly stripped off his socks, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer-briefs and pushed them down along with his jeans. When he stood, her jaw dropped open.

It wasn’t the thick blue erection jutting at her that had her absolutely speechless. It was that there were two of them.

How had she not felt that earlier?

“Oh my god,” she said.

Nuar looked taken aback.

“In a good way,” she added quickly. “A very good way.” She swallowed hard. “Those are… That’s… Really something. Two somethings.”

“It’s how we are,” he said.

She pulled her gaze away from his groin, taking in his muscular thighs, ripped abs, and flawless physique.

“And I’d say you’re about perfect,” she said, because admitting he was perfect might go to his head.

After this, she was definitely going to have a thing for blue aliens.

A little twinge hit her. Thinking about “after Nuar” was…troubling. She shook the thought away and focused on the moment. If they didn’t have unlimited time, she wanted to use what they had properly.

He smiled as she walked up to him. The smile faded as she dropped to her knees.

Was that confusion? Did that mean they didn’t do this kind of thing on his planet?

Well, she was either about to create an interplanetary incident or make a radical shift in their bedroom activities.

Two. Oh, I can have some fun with this.

His dicks were stacked one on top of the other instead of being side-by-side. She gripped them both and gave them long strokes.

Nuar groaned again. He didn’t have a bookshelf to destroy, so she hoped he could keep his balance—and keep his hands to himself.

This might be a little tricky…

She kept her strokes on the top dick going, then clasped the bottom one and ran her tongue along its crown. Nuar made an altogether new sound, a gasping groan that was pure pleasure. She would have smirked if she could, but her mouth was busy.

She licked his shaft, working it with her hand as well since damn there was a lot of it. By the time she was done, he would never, ever forget his time on Earth.

Another of those twinges hit her.

Focus.

She wrapped her lips around as much of his crown as she could manage, swirling it with her tongue and sucking hard. Nuar gasped again. He reached for her head, but curled his hands into fists before touching her.

Were those claws she’d caught a glimpse of? Her skin rose in goosebumps.

She pressed his top dick against his stomach and pinned it there so she could give her full attention to the one in her mouth. It was already starting to pulse. The other wasn’t, which was a very good sign. She could keep him on edge—and keep pushing him over it—for ages. If only they had more time.

With a sinking feeling, she realized that she wanted more time with him. Of course she did. He was a gorgeous, two-dicked alien who seemed totally into her, even if he was a jerk sometimes.

But other times, he wasn’t.

It had to be lust making her want more of him—more of this. Who wouldn’t want more? There was no way she was falling for him already. Or at all.

She squeezed his shaft harder, enjoying the way the ridges felt beneath her fingers. With how worked up she already was, she doubted she’d need much time to climax at all, once that other dick of his was buried deep inside her. Just the thought sent more thrilling tingles shooting through her core.

Nuar groaned as she rose up higher on her knees, changing the angle so she could fit more of him in her mouth. She sped up her hand, increased the pressure of her tongue, and felt the first pulse as his hot seed hit the back of her throat.

“Lian,” he bellowed, his hips bucking against her as she kept up with his movements, matching her lips, her hand, her head to the cadence of his release.

Her core was throbbing. She wished she was already naked so he could just plow into her with that other rock-hard dick of his. She wished this could go on forever.

She let his dick slide from her mouth and stared up at him, slowly starting to work on his other shaft again.

With a smirk, she said, “Now, you may touch me.”