Page 41 of Alien Healer’s Mate

He stepped back, just for a heartbeat, and looked at her as she stood there in nothing but her panties. His gaze raked down her in raw hunger. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to cover herself. Instead, she lifted her chin and let him see the curves and the softness she’d spent years wishing were different.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“Show me,” she whispered. She didn’t know if she was asking or daring. “Don’t tell me. Show me.”

His hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her to carry her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his hips, arms locking around his neck as he laid her down.

The mattress was huge, built for a Latharian frame. She felt tiny against it, exposed and desperate in a way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the way he was looking at her.

“My turn,” she breathed, reaching for him.

Her fingers found the fasteners of his leathers, and she worked them open one by one, slower now because she wanted to. Every brush of her knuckles against the hard, warm skin beneath made his stomach tighten under her touch, those ridiculous carved abs going taut as his breath caught.

His gaze never left her hands.

God, he was watching her like she held his whole damn world between her fingers, and his cock strained hard beneath the leather, thick and unyielding.

Her fingers loosened, releasing his cock before she lost what little control she had left. It sprang free with a heavy slap against his hard, toned stomach, making her breath catch all over again.

Oh. My. God.

It was thick and proud, a solid bar of hot flesh flushed deep purple at the head, already slick at the tip. Bigger than anything she’d ever had in her hand, which was a fun little panic to have right now.

Her gaze dragged down him, then back up to his face. His eyes had gone dark, violet swallowed by blue as he watched her.

Her hand moved before she could overthink it. Reaching down, she curled her fingers around him, warm and heavy in her palm, and gave him the smallest stroke.

He made a rough sound low in his chest, his larger hand closing around hers to stop her.

“No,” he growled, his fingers tightening around hers just enough to make her pulse jump. His eyes had gone nearly all blue now, dark and hungry. “Not yet.”

She blinked up at him, breathless and confused. “I thought you wanted⁠—”

“I want you too much.” The words came out clipped, almost harsh, but his thumb dragged over the back of her hand with tenderness.

“If you keep touching me like that, female, this will be over before I have properly touched you.” His gaze cut down to where their hands rested against him, then came back to her face. “And I intend to take my time with you.”

Fuck. Okay. That was… that was a very good plan. A spectacular plan, really.

She swallowed hard, nodding because words had currently completely abandoned her.

He let go of her hands and stepped back to strip off the pants with quick, efficient movements. She watched him with greedy eyes. He was so beautiful. Stunning, in fact.

Then he was on the bed with her, his body covering hers and his weight braced on his forearms. The heat of him was staggering, and she arched up into him, her breasts pressing against the hard planes of his chest.

His mouth found her throat and trailed down. She gasped, her head falling back as his lips moved lower. They ghosted across her collarbone and lower down, until his mouth closed over her nipple.

She cried out, her back arching off the mattress and her hands fisting in his silver hair. He suckled, his tongue swirling, and the sensation arrowed straight down to her clit. Heat pooled between her thighs, hot and liquid, and she rocked her hips, searching for friction.

He moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention, and she let out a sound that was half moan and half sob. She couldn’t stop touching him. Her hands slid through his hair, and over his broad shoulders, tracing the ridges of muscle in his back.

His hand slid down her belly, fingers dipping beneath the lace of her panties. She sucked in a breath as he parted her pussy lips and found her clit. She whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.

“So hot and wet,” he murmured against her skin, and the words sent a fresh surge through her. “You’re so wet for me.”

He slid a finger inside her, slow and careful. She bit her lip as her body opened for him, clenching around the invasion.

He added a second finger, stretching her as his thumb circled her clit. The tension started building at the base of her spine. It wound tighter and tighter until she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think… she could only feel the slide of his fingers and the pressure of his thumb and the heat of his mouth on her breast.