Page 29 of I Fell for an Alien Popstar

Her blue eyes went half-lidded as I dug my fingers into her scalp, her lashes clumping together in the steam. I watched a bead of water run from her temple down to her mouth, hanging for a moment on her bottom lip before falling away.

My gaze stayed there, watching her lips part as she breathed.

“Mmh, yes… that feels so good,” she moaned.

When I pushed the last of the lather toward the crown of her head, she tipped her face back up into the water. The movement brought her even closer; her breasts grazed mine again, sending another little shock through me.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“Don’t be,” I whispered.

Before I could overthink it, my hands slid down from her hair to her shoulders, then lower. My fingers brushed the narrowest part of her waist and kept going, curling lightly around her hips. Her skin was hot beneath the water, the curve of her bone fitting perfectly under my palms as if it had been waiting for my hands to find it.

“Vada,” she breathed.

She turned more fully into the spray, closing the last sliver of space between us. Her own hands found my waist, fingers splaying across my hips, her nails grazing my bare skin. She pulled me flush against her.

Water rushed hot and forcefully between our bodies, streaming down over our joined skin.

Her gaze locked on mine again, then dropped to my mouth, lingering before rising back to my eyes.

“I want to touch you,” she murmured, her fingers flexing on my hips, “but only if you want me to.”

A quiet, desperate sound slipped out of me.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, I do.”

Everything inside me tightened, want flooding hot and slick between my legs. My thumbs stroked slowly along the lines of her hips as my fingers traced up her arm, sliding over wet skin and feeling the warmth beneath the water.

I reached behind her neck, threading my fingers into the soaked strands at her nape, and gently pulled her closer. Our foreheads touched first in the steam, a brief, shaky pause, and then our lips met beneath the pouring water.

The kiss started soft, then deepened as hot streams cascaded over our faces and mouths, running down our chins and between our pressed bodies. Her full lips felt slick and warm against mine, water streaming between us as we kissed.

We broke apart just enough to breathe.

“I want you so badly,” I whispered, my voice shaky against the spray. “I’m just not ready for the forever part yet.”

She stilled, her aquamarine eyes searching mine up close, water dripping from her lashes.

“I know, my little noodle,” she whispered.

Zhari pressed closer, our chests flush and water running in hot sheets between us. She cupped the side of my face and kissed me deeply and hungrily, her lips sliding against mine as her other hand skimmed down my ribs and up my stomach, closing firmly over one of my breasts.

She squeezed and tugged at my nipple, rolling it between her fingers until it was rock-hard.

I gasped into her mouth and kissed her harder, grabbing the back of her neck to keep her right there as our tongues slid together, wet and urgent beneath the spray.

Zhari’s hand moved down my stomach and between my legs. Her fingers brushed gently over my swollen lips. She stroked up and down slowly, teasing me. I was already soaked, and the hot water made everything slippery.

A low moan slipped out of me.

She broke the kiss and moved her mouth down to my chest. She sucked my nipple hard into her mouth, her tongue flicking over it while her fingers found my clit and started rubbing firm, slow circles.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my voice shaky. “Right there… just like that.”

She kept rubbing my clit back and forth, the pressure perfect and relentless. My knees weakened from the sharp pleasure.

“Uh—” I breathed.