Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
“Uh, the spot, I think.” She gives me a more assured nod. “Definitely the spot.”
I skim the length of her body while she falls back onto the palms of her hands. Luna is hot. Like out-of-this-world, I could take her in point-two seconds if I don’t control myself hot. The hem of her shirt rises on her thighs, and her bare skin teases my dick. Our eyes latch again, and I tell her, “I’ve got some ideas.”
The suggestion is clear. I’m not hiding how much I want to fuck her.
She swings her knees, left and right. “I could use a professional tattoo assessment.” Before I blink, Luna pulls the AC/DC tee over her head. No bra underneath, her nipples are already perked mounds. And the band of her lime-green thong rides high on her hips. She spreads her legs open, and every feral button is pushed inside me, sending me on overdrive. I want to mount her and attack her with pleasure—she’s looking at me like she’s pleading for it.
My brain is shouting something else at me. And it’s not to stop us.
I jump off the pool table again. This time, I head to the door and flip the lock.
Don’t need anyone walking in. I’d like to thank Lily Calloway for this inner growth.
51
LUNA HALE
I can’t catch my breath and he hasn’t even done anything sexual to me yet. Is this finally happening tonight? Is Donnelly about to abandon all reservations and completely, undeniably take me?
Pleasepleaseplease, I beg.
Multi-colored lights flash on the silent pinball machines behind Donnelly as he treks back to the pool table. He clears the surface of his tattoo equipment, and my heart thrashes in needy anticipation.
Touch me. Touch me.
Mental persuasion powers are working! He’s on the table with me, and his hand skates up my knee as he comes closer, and I watch his hungered gaze fixate on my pussy. Barely hidden behind the see-through mesh of my thong.
I fall off my palms and lie back against the green felt. “Assess me.” I extend my arms in a T-shape and set my feet flat on the wooden edges of the table.
He’s not shielding his hard-on. His erection is molded against the black fabric of his cotton pants. He’s so big. Eagerness overwhelms me. I want to touch him. I want him to do way too much to me. My head is whirling at high speeds.
And then Donnelly places a hand on the surface beside my face. He’s hovering over me, and I’m aching beneath him. His lips tic upward, the grin sparkling his blue eyes, and his husky, masculine voice tortures my resolve as he says, “Before we start, I need to remind the specimen that this professional tattoo artist only performs these naked assessments on otherworldly creatures.”
“You haven’t given one to a human?”
He shakes his head. “And since you’re the only alien I know, these assessments are reserved for you.”
I swallow, entrapped by Donnelly. His ability to make me feel extraordinarily beautiful and irreplaceable and supremely powerful is a natural-born gift I’m lucky to meet.
I’m so, so aroused. His large hand encases my cheek like he’s examining a tattoo placement beneath my eyes. I force my arms to stay in the T-position, but I feel like I need to hold on to him. Like we’re about to reach zero gravity in our space pod, and I’ll float off the table if I don’t brace my body against his body.
His knee digs into the table, not bearing his weight on me. I want him. I want him. I want him. The chant grows louder in my head.
His fingers trail lower…to the hollow of my collar. I shiver at the featherlight caress, and his abs flex. “Throat is a painful spot,” he breathes.
I manage to get out, “We can table that one.” I watch him study the length of my arm, his fingers drawing agonizing lines across my thin bicep and to my knuckles.
“Not there,” I pant. “Lower.”
His grin is shadowed by his own arousal, like he’s struggling to resist too. “Not here?” He’s lacing his fingers with mine, and he stretches my right arm above my head and pins our clasped hands to the table. OhmyGod.
“Donnelly,” I cry and try to buck up into him.
He’s careful to lean his pelvis away, but he’s still close. His sexy voice warms my ear. “Calm down,” he murmurs, and I know he’s telling me—but I wonder if he’s also telling himself too. “I’ve got more of your body to examine, space babe.”
Yes. Yes, he does. I nod rapidly. “Continue your voyage.”
Donnelly drinks in my naked, vulnerable form. “Here?” He circles a finger around my heart, then takes my breast in his hand. My lips break apart as he kneads and then toys with my nipple. Oh…fuck.
I squirm against the table. My legs kicking up gently.