Page 108 of Love, Legacy, and Little Green Aliens

She mashed her lips to his. To hell with the boring details. She’d heard all she needed to hear.

“Is that a yes?”

Laughing into their kiss, she crowed, “That’s definitely a yes.”

He rolled her beneath him and cradled her face in both hands. “I truly am the happiest alien-peddler on the planet.” And then he kissed her so deep and hot and sweet she saw stars.

And when she opened her eyes, they were still there, floating above their entwined bodies.

“Xander?” She tapped his shoulder.

“Mmm?”

“I see stars.”

Desire glimmered in his dark eyes. “Me too, love.”

“On the ceiling.”

“Oh, right.” Chuckling, he rolled off her and gazed up as he finished undoing buttons on his shirt. “When I was a kid, Gus gave me glow-in-the-dark star decals for my bedroom ceiling. I found a distributor and ordered some for the gift shop. You like ‘em?” He attacked her blouse buttons with nimble fingers.

“I do. Let’s put some over our bed.”

His movements stilled, and the most beautiful smile dawned across his face. “Our bed. I love the sound of that.”

“We’ll need a big one.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him down again. “With sturdy bedposts in case I want to tie you up.”

He inhaled on a hiss. “Please want to, Han.”

Her laughter turned to whimpers as he skillfully peeled off her bra and closed his mouth over one aching nipple while thrumming the other with his thumb.

How lucky was she to have found this sweet, stubborn, funny, generous, sexy man? Then and there, she vowed to never take one minute of their time together for granted.

The scruff on his chin scraped deliciously as he nibbled down her trembling belly. He tugged at the waistband of her skirt, but it didn’t budge.

“Hooks in the back,” she gasped, impatient for more.

But he continued his downward path, gathering the cloth and lifting it to expose her black lace panties.

“You sexy minx,” he growled as he spread her thighs wide.

Thank God she’d been warned to dress pretty.

Xander’s hot breath set her core tingling, and when he worked one finger beneath the elastic to glide between her slick folds, the intense pleasure drew a hiss.

“That’s right, love.” He pulled the lace aside and stroked his thumb lightly over her seam, then pushed deeper, opening her to his ravenous gaze. “Show me what I’ve been craving. Do you know how hard I’ve been all night, watching this skirt swish around your legs, knowing what you’re hiding beneath?”

His words fired her blood just as surely as his touch, and she spread herself wider, silently begging for what she needed.

Xander sealed his mouth to her core and laved her with broad strokes of his tongue. Shocks of pleasure jolted her body with each pass, and when he slid two fingers into her channel and twisted in some magical way, she nearly levitated.

“Xan,” she pleaded, clutching his soft hair, “I want you inside me.”

“Soon, love. Give me this first. Let yourself go.” With a wicked grin, he dove in again and unleashed a flurry of rapid tongue-flicks that rocketed her over the edge. Biting into her own arm, she stifled a scream of bright, electric bliss.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Kneeling between her splayed knees, he drank her in with a gaze so heated she felt its trail sizzling over her skin. With brusque, impatient movements, he shoved his pants down, rose between her thighs, and notched himself at her entrance, and filled her in one hot surge.

Still quaking with aftershocks, she cried out, jolted by pleasure almost too intense to bear.