He nodded.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking.” Her eyes shone as she looked into his.
“I’ve never had urges like this before. Not even during my adolescence when some others did seek sexual relief in some way. I was always too busy studying. No one ever aroused me like this.” Ice stroked his hand over Alana’s cheek, then down the reddish waves of her hair. “It’s possible you’ve awoken some instinct in me, some desire for physical closeness. And we need to figure out how that’s happened, because it could be the key to our problem.”
Alana’s smile faltered. “Then we should get to your lab and monitor your reactions scientifically as we run several experiments. Shouldn’t we?”
Shouldn’t they?
Perhaps that would be a step they could take later, if it became necessary. Right now, Ice was confident he’d remember enough about the next several moments to make detailed notes later.
Strangely enough, that seemed far less important to him than having Alana’s hands on him, his hands on her, right now. Without anyone observing.
“No. I…that’s not necessary. Not yet.” Ice moved to sit on the edge of Alana’s bed. He’d gone from wanting to explain and discuss the situation to learn from it to desperately needing to feel her weight against him again.
Before he could ask her to sit, Alana moved in front of him. She hesitated briefly, then sat in his lap. But this time, she straddled his legs and moved her body as close to his as possible.
Ice gasped when she stopped. The heat between her legs warmed his groin, and his cock reacted instantly. Alana circled her hips in his lap, rubbing against his hardening flesh and making each breath harder to take than the last.
“You really want this, don’t you? And not just because it’s science…”
“Yes, Alana,” he said. “The mission is of utmost importance, but right now, all I can think about is kissing you.” His hand slid between them so he could press his fingers against Alana’s sex and feel it through her thin clothing. “And burying myself in this heat.”
Alana ground herself against his fingers. When her lips pressed against his, they didn’t taste like lintenfruit, but they were still the most delicious thing he’d ever known.
Chapter Twelve
Alana hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss, and how she’d gone from being angry at Ice for whisking her away to his planet to wondering what it would be like to have someone so emotionless and stoic actually care for her.
To have him want to touch her, when he’d never wanted to touch anyone before.
She’d been about to set the door lock and touch herself to relieve some stress. A girl abducted by aliens and dragged however many lights year away from home had the right to practice some self-love, didn’t she?
Alana had never been lucky in love, and had always ended up with men who were emotionally withdrawn and who didn’t meet her needs. She’d never felt cherished or important. Sex, however, had never been a problem. Maybe it was because she enjoyed seeing a man go from emotionally distant to a sweating, desperate mess right before they came.
Those good feelings never lasted, though.
And how ironic that she’d always been attracted to men who didn’t wear their hearts on their sleeves, and she ended up on a strange planet with a man who seemed to have no emotions at all.
Did she want him because it was a challenge? Or because she caught flashes of feeling from him at odd times? The way his eyes lingered on her body? What seemed like concern in his silver eyes as she talked about being taken away from her home?
His eagerness to save his people?
Wishful thinking, Alana. You’re seeing what you want to see.
That didn’t change the fact that she’d gotten wet thinking about his cool hands on her and the idea of watching his walls break down. She imagined him unable to stay stoic as he pounded into her, completely lost to sensation, swelling inside her…
Alana had definitely needed to lock the door.
She hadn’t yet moved when someone knocked, and when Ice stepped in, another rush of heat filled her pussy. As he moved closer, an electric charge seemed to draw them together, crackling hot in the cool air of the room.
And she could see through his request, for “science.” His face was flushed, the slightest hint of pink showing through his normally pale skin. The fabric of his pants bulged, and Alana was tempted to drop to her knees and feel it with her lips.
By the time she’d straddled his lap and kissed him, she could smell her own sex, wet and eager to show Ice what he’d been missing his whole life. The thrill of being the first woman to touch him this way made the ache between her legs even stronger.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as Ice kissed her back hungrily, his tongue twining with hers. She was about to move his hands and show him what to do, but he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling their bodies tighter together. Ice’s instinct for sex wasn’t gone, it seemed, but merely dormant. And it was kicking in now.
Oh, yes.