Good. I didn’t want to be the only one in deep emotional trouble here. Logically, I knew he was mine. But experience told me that was most likely temporary. Men didn’t seem to want to stick when it came to me.

But he wasn’t a man, right? He was an alien. My perfect match.

Still, he didn’t know me yet. We’d barely spoken a handful of sentences. What if I said something really stupid? He had already mentioned our age gap multiple times and said I was too young. I had no idea how old he was. I didn’t care. He was sexy. Smoking hot.

Maybe I could just keep him in bed all the time. His body was rock hard. The unforgiving press of his weapons on the insides of my thighs had turned me on like I was some kind of freak. I loved that he’d fucked me with his pants still on, that deadly weapons had been rubbing the insides of my thighs. His fangs were long and sharp and so freaking hot that my core became wet again just thinking about it. Could he feel that? Was his cock sensitive enough to know I’d just flooded lust juice all over him?

Lust juice. That was a new one. My high school English teacher would be so proud. The thought made me smile. His hand stilled on my back where he’d been slowly, gently petting me. It didn’t take much for him to caress my entire back. His palm covered nearly half. He was so much bigger than me. A grown man—alien—not a self-centered, narcissistic man-child who only wanted to use me to boost his career.

“What is funny, mate?”

“I was just thinking we should stay naked for the rest of our lives.”

His soft chuckle made me all warm and tingly. “Did you not have a sufficient quantity of orgasms?” He shifted his hips just enough to make me gasp as his cock bumped the entrance to my womb.

“Is there a sufficient quantity?” I teased, already feeling my skin flush, my nipples hardening into points against his chest.

“We shall find out.”

I squealed in surprise as he lifted me in his arms and stood all in one smooth motion.

How freakishly strong was he?

He carried me to what I had recognized as the bathing room and turned on a stream of warm water. Placing me on my feet, he ordered me to move under the spray. I did, the heat welcome. I wet my hair as he leaned down and kicked off his boots, then pulled his pants off, leaving everything in a disorganized heap on the hard floor.