Page 35 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

She’d never felt such violent ecstasy. Pleasure hadn’t asked for permission. It wasn’t gentle and sweet. There was no time to catch her breath, brace for the charge, or make sense of the chaotic sensations that stormed through her body.

No. Zar shoved his face in and went to town until she felt like she’d been torn apart. Ripped to shreds. Her body could barely handle the explosions he’d set off in her. And now he expected her to move? To breathe? To think?

Simone almost laughed.

Zar’s lips tilted up in a smile and she realized that she probably had laughed aloud. He muttered words to her that rang with pride. Her languid responses were blowing up his male ego.

The thought spurred her into action and Simone sat up.

Zar’s expression filled with relief. “Si-moon, ez tum goh.”

“Yeah,” she croaked. Her eyes widened when she heard how raw her voice sounded.

All that screaming—

Simone really hoped the lion aliens weren’t nearby because if they were… she’d just alerted everyone in a three-mile radius to their presence.

Hey, Evil Aliens! I’m currently getting hot and heavy with my blue alien… boyfriend? Feel free to make an appointment.

Exploring her passion with Zar could have waited now that she thought about the danger they were still in. If she hadn’t kissed him first, they would have never gotten distracted and ended up rolling around in the grass.

But it wasn’t completely her fault.

Zar could have stopped them too.

But he didn’t.

He took it much, much farther.

When his hand slipped beneath her dress—

His touch had completely taken over her mind. She’d gotten drunk on it. High on it. Wasted on it.

Simone had nevereverfelt that way with any man on earth.

To be fair, she’d never trusted any man on earth. In her experience, letting someone close only led to pain and heartbreak. The modern dating game was all about who could get a woman naked the fastest.

No one was interested in her as a person. No one cared about her scars. About the nightmares that kept her up at night. About the sorrow she held in her heart whenever she thought of her mother. The anger that raged in her veins when she thought of her dark childhood.

Nope.

It was all about her curves. All about her tits. All about what she could offer in bed. As long as she could spread her legs, she’d have all the company she wanted but none of the love she craved.

She’d seen the games from the outside looking in and made up her mind. Dating was not something that interested her and, when a man pursued her, she entertained them only as far as she could keep her heart safe.

No man had gotten this far with her before.

Physically.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

Everything.

Zar had her cornered. She never got this caught up in feelings. Feelings that could just as soon turn to rage as passion.

It should bother her. This… free falling. This endless journey into something she couldn’t control or understand.