Love From Above: A Scifi Alien Romance (Yearning Book 1) Page 7

  He was strong, and smart, and good with Zoe, which I found incredibly attractive. And the weird thing was, it was his true form that got me all wound up. Now, don’t get me wrong — he’s drop dead gorgeous in human form, but not nearly as sexy as when he’s an alien.

  I wasn’t sure exactly what attracted me to him. But then, it seemed to me that what attracted human people to one another was just as random. Either you thought someone was sexy, or you didn’t.

  Who knew why you thought your partner was handsome, and your friend’s partner was just so-so. Seemed it was the same thing between an alien and a human.

  But, I reminded myself, it didn’t matter how interested I was. We weren’t getting involved. We were just friends.

  He needed someone to talk to. And I … well, I was just interested as a scientist.

  Yeah. Right.

  Okay, so I was interested in an I-want-to-have-sex-on-the-floor-with-you-right-now sort of way as well. But there was no way I was getting into a relationship with some alien who could be taking off in his space ship — or whatever — at any moment. Or if he was really unlucky, he might be caught by humans, and they would probably dissect him and then kill him.

  I grabbed a cookie sheet and began scrubbing at it vigorously. The thought of Earth scientists getting ahold of Lii and doing tests on him made me angry, but it was probably true. Either way, he would leave me.

  Just like my dad had left, and Harris too. I mean, technically, they had died, which they couldn’t help, but either way, they were gone.

  And I was tired of being heartbroken.

  And yes, I knew how crazy that sounded, to blame dead men for dying. But my feelings didn’t respond to those sorts of rational arguments. I just kept feeling abandoned and hurt, no matter how many times I told myself not to.

  When I had met Harris, I had thought we would grow old together. And then a year after we got married, he was gone. I was sick of it.

  My new life plan was that I wasn’t even going to date anymore. If I didn’t let myself care about a man, then I couldn’t lose him and have my heart crushed again.

  Zoe didn’t deserve to get attached to Lii’thoou and have him leave in a couple of years, either. I glanced over to where he was walking back and forth with her, and felt a stab of regret.

  I let the water in the sink go and wrung out the cloth, hanging it to dry. He was so good with her. He would make a great father.

  Not that I was hiring for the job.

  I tried to shut my mind down. I was driving myself insane.

  In the end, it came down to this. I was attracted to Lii’thoou, but I couldn’t get involved with an alien for many very obvious reasons.

  And that was it.

  It didn’t even make sense to hang out with him anymore, because I would end up caring about him too much, and then he would leave. Although that didn’t seem fair to him. I was the only person on the whole planet that he could talk to.

  I ought to at least stay friends with him. And anyways, maybe he wasn’t interested in me that way. Sure, we had flirted, but that didn’t mean anything.

  He suddenly lifted his head, met my eyes, and every thought was driven from my mind. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I was snared by those amber eyes, and I needed to be close to him. As close as we could get.

  Oh boy, it had been a long time since I had been with a … male of any species.

  “She’s asleep,” he whispered. “I’ll go put her in her bed.”

  I nodded. “It’s the one with all the baby stuff.”

  Duh. Could I say anything stupider? What was wrong with me? I hadn’t been this flustered around a guy since I was in high school.

  Then the realization set in that Zoe was going to bed.

  She was my main form of birth control lately. Because, of course, nothing could happen with Lii’thoou when she was around. And also because, as soon as most guys found out I had a kid, they went running in the other direction.

  Not Lii’thoou, though.

  I didn’t want to think about what that meant.

  I also didn’t want to think about the fact that in a minute the half-naked, blue, six-armed alien that I was so attracted to I could hardly stand upright would be back down here. And there would be no baby to run interference for me.

  This wasn’t good.

  I wasn’t sure I could resist him if he tried anything.

  I wasn’t sure that I wanted to resist him.

  I wasn’t even sure that I wouldn’t be the one trying something.

  Oh boy. I was in trouble.

  But somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to care.

  It was late. Close to midnight. And I hadn’t kicked him out yet. We had watched yet another movie together on the couch, and the credits were rolling.

  He hadn’t tried anything, to my great disappointment. But I figured that it was better this way anyhow. I didn’t want to get involved with him. I was happy that he hadn’t tried to put any of his six hands on me.

  “Alyssa,” he said, turning.

  I wanted to put my palm on his chest. I wanted to so badly that I clenched my hand into a fist and scooted back a little, away from him.

  “Yeah?” I said, reminding myself again why it was a bad reason to like this guy, to be attracted to this guy.

  He was an alien. He was going to leave, just like all the other men in my life. He had six arms and that would probably only be awkward during sex … on the other hand — no pun intended — all those hands might come in … uh … handy.

  I felt like rolling my eyes at my own thoughts but Lii was speaking again.

  “I wanted to thank you for tonight,” he said, and I frowned a bit, confused at the serious tone of his voice.

  “Thank me? For supper? Zoe and I would have had it anyway; it was no big deal to make a little extra…”

  “No, not for supper,” he said. “Though that was great, too.”

  “What for, then?”

  He reached out with his bottom left hand and took mine. Electricity sizzled up my arm. “For letting me be myself.”

  “Oh,” I said, the explosions going off from his touch rendering me temporarily monosyllabic.

  “You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”

  “Um, you’re welcome?”

  He smiled, and the top left hand tucked a stray curl back behind my ear, while the other hand still held mine. I remembered he had done the same thing in the examining room where he had first shown me his true form.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “And I wish…”

  “What?” I said. “What do you wish?”

  He dropped his gaze — and his hands. “It’s foolish,” he said. “And a bad idea.”

  “What is?” I said. “Now you’ve said it, you can’t not tell me.”

  “We’re too different,” he said. “And I’m a criminal.”

  “Too different for what?” I said, my heart starting to beat faster. So I hadn’t misread those signals after all.

  “And you’re not a criminal. You had a good reason for what you did. You’ve been punished. You’ve paid your debt to society. And you’re a good man, Lii’thoou.”

  I reached out with my right hand and took the closest one of his that I could find. “Zoe wouldn’t be so comfortable with you if you weren’t. She won’t go to anyone except me, Callie, and my mom.

  “And yet, she’s taken to you in no time. That says something. Children can see into people’s hearts, and she thinks you’re okay.”

  He nodded. “And what do you think, Alyssa?”

  Oh boy.

  “I think that you seem like a good … you seem good,” I said, squeezing his hand. “And I trust my daughter’s judgment.”

  He smiled at that, and I noticed that we were closer than we had been before. When did that happen?

  “So, I have her approval?”

  “You do,” I said. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t answer the question.” />
  “What question?”

  “What do you wish, Lii’thoou?” I whispered, hoping and praying that he was feeling the same way I was.

  “I wish…” he said, then stopped again. He shook his head. “There’s no use.”

  “No use what?”

  “Wishing I could kiss you,” he said, staring into my eyes.

  Oh yes! He wanted to kiss me.

  Then he went on.

  “Because we should definitely not get involved. It might be dangerous for you and Zoe. And if anything happened to you because of me, I could never live with myself.”

  Oh no. He wanted to kiss me, but he wasn’t going to.

  I squashed the disappointed feeling and pasted a smile on my face. “Of course we shouldn’t,” I said, standing up and walking towards the front door. “A human and a K’nythian? Yeah. Not going to happen.”

  He followed me.

  “It totally wouldn’t work,” I said, feeling his heat on my back. I drew a deep breath. “Not at all. I mean, talk about incompatible, right?”

  I turned around and he was there.

  Too close.

  “Definitely incompatible,” he said, and his chest was directly in front of me, so I couldn’t help but notice how muscled it was, and how it was rising and falling quickly. I met his eyes.

  “It makes no sense,” I said, not stepping back like I ought to.

  “No sense whatsoever,” he said, never looking away from me.

  “We couldn’t possibly…”

  And then my hand wouldn’t obey me anymore. I reached out and pressed my palm to his chest. His skin was smooth and warm. My pulse was pounding, and all I wanted was him in my bed, on top of me. Right. Now.

  “We couldn’t?” He sounded out of breath.

  “I mean, we shouldn’t, right?”

  And somehow we were even closer. Almost touching.

  “Shouldn’t what?” he said.

  “I have no idea,” I said, and we closed the distance between us, our lips meeting, our bodies pressed tightly together.

  And at that moment, I didn’t believe that this could never work. Because as he picked me up, with the lowest pair of arms under my butt, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, I was pretty sure that this was going to work.

  It was going to work just fine. In fact, I was pretty sure nothing in my life had ever worked the way Lii’thoou and I were going to. And one thought drifted through my head as he carried me upstairs.

  Just once. I would just do this once, and get it out of my system. It wasn’t a bad idea. It was a very good idea. I would have my release, and so would he.

  And then we would go our separate ways. No hearts broken. No problem.

  This was a one-time thing. I would leave him before he could leave me.

  Then all my thoughts disappeared as he kissed me.

  11

  Lii’thoou

  Her ass was so round and soft in my hands, I nearly passed out from desire as I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I knew that I should not get involved with this woman. But fuck if I could resist her.

  She had started it.

  And there was no way I was going to leave her wanting, when I knew she needed me. Our species were genetically incompatible — I had checked, merely as a precaution, when I was doing my research before I came here — so there was no need to worry about her getting pregnant.

  And I hadn’t touched another creature since before being imprisoned. She had told me that she hadn’t had any boyfriends since her husband died, either.

  When we got to the bedroom, I let her go, and she slid down my body until she was standing. I couldn’t wait to have my hands everywhere. But first I needed to taste her. To kiss her. To make love to her mouth.

  I captured her lips and she moaned, pressing her body to mine in a way that drove me completely insane. Our tongues tangled and it was so hot, I thought I might spontaneously combust.

  She tasted like chocolate pudding. Then I pulled away from her mouth and cupped her butt, pulling her tight against my hardness. She gave tiny thrusts of her hips against me.

  “There’s a couple things you should know, Lyss,” I said, keeping her body touching the length of mine.

  “What’s that?” she said, breathlessly pushing against me, her hands going to my face and then reaching higher to caress my antennae, making me even harder.

  “I emit pheromones probably a hundred times more powerful than human ones. They’ll get you really wound up. And they’ll make your orgasm more powerful, too.”

  “Sounds good to me,” she said, her eyes closed, her breath coming quickly. “And I think I already noticed the part where your pheromones make me hot.”

  Alyssa arched her back, and her breasts offered themselves to me. I couldn’t resist. With my bottom set of hands on her butt, I kept our hips pushed against each other, so she could get all the contact she wanted that way.

  Then I slid the second set of hands up under her shirt, supporting her back as she arched up towards me. The third set of hands grabbed at the hem of her shirt and ripped it off over her head. I made short work of her bra and as soon as her lush, full breasts were exposed, I had my mouth on her nipple.

  “Oh, God.”

  She had nursed Zoe a little while ago, so her breasts were empty, but when I sucked I got a bit of a sweet taste that was so fucking good, I sucked harder, then switched sides.

  She was rubbing herself against the erection that was straining to escape from my pants. “Oh, oh, oh God. I’m going to… I’m going to…”

  And with that she fell to pieces in my arms, her body bucking against mine.

  Oh wow. I had missed seeing a female orgasm. She went limp, and I caught her before she could slip to the floor.

  “Jesus Christ, I just had an orgasm from us rubbing together with our clothes mostly still on. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when we’re actually naked,” she said, her voice faint.

  I grinned.

  “What else did you want to warn me about?”

  “It’s been a long time for me, Lyssa. And I mean a long time. Decades. I don’t know how long I can last this first time.”

  “Are you done with your warnings?”

  “Yes, I think that’s it.”

  She clutched at my arms. “Then I need you inside me. Now.”

  My eyebrows flew up in surprise, but I’m always happy to oblige a lady.

  Alyssa

  Oh. My. God.

  If the first orgasm was that good and we were barely touching, I couldn’t imagine what would happen when we both were bare and he was inside me. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the light, but there was moonlight coming in through the window that provided just enough illumination.

  My shirt was already gone, but his bottom two hands quickly undid my jeans and whipped off my undies. He was only wearing pants in his true form, so he didn’t have much to take off.

  Once he was naked, I stared at him and wondered if this was a good idea after all. His package had seemed impressive before he had actually wanted to put it inside me. Now I felt a little nervous.

  “What’s wrong?” he said, picking up on my unease immediately.

  “You’re … pretty big. I’ve never been with a guy who had that kind of … girth.”

  “Do you want to stop?” he said, and I could see in his eyes that if I said yes, that he would stop. Even though he hadn’t been with a woman in years and years. He would stop if I wanted him to.

  “No,” I said. “But go slow.”

  “We won’t do it till you’re ready,” he said.

  Lii’thoou dropped his head and kissed me until I melted. He continued kissing me until my pulse was pounding again. And he didn’t stop until I was writhing beneath him, needing him so badly, I was ready to beg for it.

  “One more,” he whispered, sliding down my body.

  He spread my legs wide, and I swallowed hard. No one had ever done this to me. Harris
had been more of a missionary position kind of guy.

  Two hands were under me. They cupped my ass, pulling me where he wanted me. The top pair were on top, squeezing and molding my breasts.

  Oh God, all those hands.

  I had been right about all his hands.

  When his lips touched my clit, I bucked up off the bed, but the middle set of hands came down and held my hips while he pleasured me. I thought I would go crazy; he was alternating between flicking lightly at my clit, and licking slowly up my folds. Then one hand left my hips, and I felt him slide one thick finger inside.

  “Oh dear lord,” I whispered, grasping the sheet and twisting it.

  He began pumping the finger slowly in and out, while his mouth was busy taking me higher and higher. Without warning, I exploded into a thousand pieces, crying out as my body spasmed. He held me firmly and kept going, despite my moans that it was too much. It must have been the pheromones, but a couple of minutes later, I came again in a surge of absolute bliss.

  I lay perfectly still on the bed in the position I had relaxed in. I couldn’t move. Not even a little bit.

  I had never felt like this before. I had never had orgasms like this before.

  He crawled up over me and covered my sweaty body with his. I didn’t move. I still couldn’t.

  “Now you’re ready,” he said, and I felt his large cock rub against me. I was so wet that he groaned. “So slick.”

  I opened my eyes, finally, and saw that he was holding his weight off me with two hands, with two hands on my breasts again, pinching and massaging my nipples. The other hands were working between my legs. One thumb was lightly brushing my clit, and I couldn’t believe it, but I was getting excited again. With the last hand, he was positioning himself against my entrance.

  “Careful,” I whispered, even as desire blazed through me again at the thought of him inside me.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’ll fit.”

  I knew he would fit. But would he split me in two, was the question. At this point, I didn’t care. I just needed him to fill me.