Page 28 of I Fell for an Alien Popstar

This whole night felt surreal—soulmate talk and kisses that still burned on my lips. When would I get this chance again?

I stayed frozen on the bed for a moment longer, thoughts swirling. Zhari stood and walked toward the bathroom. She pulled her shirt over her head, the fabric sliding up and away to reveal the smooth pink expanse of her back and the tight line of her shoulders.

Her panties followed in one slow push down her hips, sliding over the full curve of her ass and thick thighs before pooling at her feet. She kicked them aside and stepped into the bathroom, completely bare, her body soft and generous beneath the dim light.

She turned on the water. The spray started with a hiss, then built into a steady roar as steam began curling out through the doorway.

“You coming?” she called, her voice carrying over the rushing water.

That yanked me to my feet. My heart slammed hard. I crossed the room on unsteady legs and pushed open the bathroom door. Thick steam rolled out, heavy and warm, wrapping around my skin.

My fingers found the hem of my shirt. I tugged it up and off, letting it fall to the tile. The humid air hit my bare chest immediately. Next came my underwear, the thin elastic whispering down my legs as I stepped out of it.

The air brushed over every inch of me, raising goosebumps and tightening my nipples into hard peaks.

Well, there was no turning back now.

I stepped into the shower stall. Hot water hit my shoulders first, then my face. I blinked through the streams.

There she was—water sheeting down her pink skin, tracing the full curve of her hips and breasts just as I’d imagined a thousand times. Her wet blue hair clung heavily to her shoulders as droplets ran slowly over the soft roundness of her chest and dripped from one nipple.

She turned around toward me, that crooked smile appearing. She reached around my side and grabbed the shampoo bottle. As she poured gel into her palm, she stepped closer. Droplets hung between us, trembling in the spray. My eyes trailed from her lips all the way down to her belly before landing on her pussy.

“Do you like what you see?” she teased with a laugh.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I just wasn’t expecting you to look so much like me,” I mumbled.

“Were you expecting it to just be smooth skin and a pee hole?”

“Oh my, no. I, um…”

“Vada, I’m teasing.” She laughed again. “Believe it or not, lots of species look surprisingly human. I have everything you do down there.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Come here. Tilt your head back,” she murmured.

I tilted my head back. Hot water streamed down my face and neck as her fingers slid into my hair, her nails grazing my scalp in slow circles. Her thumbs pressed and circled at my temples, working thick suds through my hair while water continued to cascade over us both.

A deep sigh left me. I crossed my arms over my ribs, trying to hold in the feeling as warmth spread through my body, mixing with the constant rush of water.

Her aquamarine eyes dropped to my lips and stayed there, then flicked back up to meet mine, dark with want.

“Does it feel good?” she whispered over the roar of the water. One hand slid down my neck and cupped my shoulder, her thumb stroking slowly along my collarbone.

“Yes. So good,” I said, my breath catching.

Her touch sent a sensation through me, tightening everything between my thighs as water sluiced down my stomach and between my legs. I leaned closer into her hands without thinking, letting the water pound against my back.

She made a soft, pleased sound and rinsed me with cupped palms, warm water flowing gently yet insistently over my skin and washing the suds away in rivulets. Then she grabbed the bottle and handed it to me.

“Your turn now.”

Her blue hair spilled down her shoulders, water streaming from the ends in steady flows.

I took the gel bottle, poured it into my palm, and worked it through her hair slowly. My fingers combed through the tangles, massaging deeper into her scalp as the water poured over us in a warm curtain, turning her glow soft and hazy.

She didn’t turn away from me. She stepped closer instead, tipping her head just enough for me to reach. Our bodies lined up chest to chest. Her breasts brushed against mine every time I shifted my hands, a slick slide of skin that sent a sharp jolt through me.