Page 72 of Love, Legacy, and Little Green Aliens

“You goof.” Grateful for the comic relief, she grabbed a handful of his slippery ass and pinched hard.

“Whoa!” He thrashed, splashing them both. “Let’s get out of here before we drown.”

She pressed her forehead to his. “On one condition.”

“What’s that, angel?”

“Are you cured?”

He blinked for a moment, as if translating in his head.

“Of your curse.”

A wide grin spread over his face. “Curse? What curse?” With a whoop, he scooped her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. “I’m healed! Whole! A new man! To bed, good woman,” he roared. “Now.”

Giggling, she pointed, and he hoisted her into his arms and, still dripping, half strode, half skated over the floorboards and into the bedroom, where he tossed her onto the bed with a bounce. “Wow, you should see your tits jiggle. Magnificent.”

With a comical growl, he dove on top of her.

“Shh.” She clawed at his shoulder. “Mom’s sleeping next door.”

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry,” he stage-whispered and sat back on his knees, his cock bobbing upward. “Do you have condoms?”

“In the drawer.”

Hannah considered her next move carefully. Whether she did or didn’t call this feeling love, she craved more of Xander—more of his goofy jokes, his adoring gaze, his satin skin, his electric touch. “About the condom issue—”

He froze, curiosity written all over his flushed face.

“I’m on birth control, and I got checked out at my last doctor’s appointment. Would you mind getting tested too so we can—”

He beamed. “Beauty, I got tested after my last, uh, liaison, and that was months ago.”

A smile stretched her lips. “Well then.” Heedless of the dampness, she lay back on the pillows, gave him a seductive smile, and parted her thighs.

He prowled over her on hands and knees, then lowered himself until only millimeters of heated air separated them. “Beauty, I’m going to love you so hard, you won’t ever want to leave me.”

The fat, blunt edge of his cock nudged at her entrance, once, twice. He shifted and rubbed his shaft over her clit, sparking pleasure so bright her whole body jerked with it.

“Beautiful Hannah,” he murmured, peppering kisses over her face, down her arms, all the while grinding his shaft through her sopping folds—exquisite torture that had her undulating with each slow stroke. His mouth closed over her nipple—soft lips, sharp teeth that held the sensitive nub in place while his velvet tongue swirled and stroked.

A cry escaped her. She turned her head into the pillow to smother it.

“Don’t hide, beauty. Let me see your eyes the first time I love you with nothing between us.”

Barely breathing, she held his gaze and waited. His first shallow thrust parted her folds. The next nudged her open. And then he filled her in one smooth rush.

“Oh God Oh God Oh God,” she moaned as he rode her, each stroke driving her higher until she quaked on the edge, helpless to do anything but hang on and ride.

“We belong together, Hannah.” His fierce thrusts shook the bed frame and rattled her bones. “Even if you won’t say it, I know you feel it.”

She did feel it, an undeniable, irresistible surge of pleasure and emotion. Her will to resist him faltered with each delicious plunge into her flesh.

“Xander, I, I…” A blinding climax stole her words and blanked her mind. She was pure sensation, clutching his body so tight as his hips churned, hard and fast. With a feral groan, he reached his peak, and his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with heat.

Slowly, as light as falling snow, she drifted back down to her damp bed and her panting lover, heavy atop her, his fingers snarled in her hair, his breath hot on her cheek. When he finally opened his eyes, so full of love and hope, her thundering heart overflowed with sweet, golden joy.

“Yes, Xander.” She caressed his soft curls and pressed her gasping mouth to his. “I feel it too.”