Page 15 of Alien Jeopardy

My eyes cross as we tumble into the ground, and the force of it is enough to make me climax as he rolls with me tucked up against his chest.

The ability to hold onto him leaves me, and I splat against the ground, my chest heaving, body completely limp.

The alien tilts his head, frowning at me as he stands up.

His tail is still around my waist, and my hips rock up once more before something zooms across my field of vision and I come back to what’s left of my senses.

A drone camera.

We’re on reality TV.Intergalacticreality TV.

The fact is I just orgasmed against his chest when we hit the ground.

Not to mention the fact that the middle of my pajama shorts now has a damp, darker blue stain spreading across it, and I’m lying spreadeagle on an alien moon.

In the dirt.

“What the hell just happened?” I ask. My gaze tracks over his face until I land on his eyes… which are staring straight at my crotch.

My damp crotch.

Because I just came from falling out of the sky with him.

His nostrils flare, and I clench my teeth together to keep from whimpering. He stands over me, huge, his muscles twitching, his tail locked around me. In the next breath, he’s lifting me to my feet.

My legs wobble, and my brain seems to be likewise short-circuiting.

“What is happening to me?” I ask him, practically pawing at his chest in a bid to stay upright.

His tail clamps around me tighter, and I go stock still as he drags his nose down my neck, his breath whuffing across myskin. Claw-tipped fingers tug at my shirt as he works his way across my shoulder.

A shiver goes through me, fresh need coursing across my skin as if the act of him breathing on me is scrambling my brains.

I back up from him on unsteady feet.

“What the actual hell is going on?” I ask.

I literally came in my pajama pants after falling with him, and now I want more?

Nuh-uh. Not even on my horniest of cycle days is that possible. My poor mental math tells me that I’m not close to that part of my cycle, either.

So something is definitely up, and not just the rock-hard alien boner in his pants.

My eyes narrow to slits, and I cross my arms over my chest, grateful for even the mildest support of my comfiest sleep sports bra.

He steps closer, and I hold up a hand, trying to stop him.

“Do not take another step unless you can tell me why I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t diddle myself right here on the dirt.”

I try not to cringe at my poor choice of words.

The winged alien just smiles at me, then says something in his low, growly voice that should not do to me what it does.

I blink, the significance of what I’m hearing finally registering.

“I can’t understand you.” I shake my head, then poke at my ear. Surely they gave us a translator when they were doing the whole medical check shebang on the flight here. Must be mine’s not working.

He says something else, all syllables and consonants that don’t mean a single damn thing to me.