Page 15 of My Alien Angel (Supernova Casanovas #6)

Fin

I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember going to bed, either.

I do remember being warm and cozy, surrounded by the most amazing smell ever.

My chocolate-scented body wash combined with something spicy, something innately masculine.

There’s a vague memory of being picked up and carried and…

being kissed on the forehead and told I was perfect?

That part’s a little hazy, so it was probably a dream, but the carrying part must be real because how else did I get into my own bed?

Omni must have carried me, which is…wow.

He’s a big guy with lots of muscles but still, I’m not the lightest girl on the block. I hope he didn’t throw his back out.

My phone chimes from my night stand as the morning alarm sounds.

I don’t remember bringing it in here, either.

I definitely didn’t put a glass of water on the bedside table next to it.

Damn. Omni’s getting more perfect by the minute.

How am I supposed to not be attracted to him when he’s this attentive?

And the massage? Oh. My. God. I could have had an orgasm just from his hands on my back.

What would it feel like if he actually touched my tits or pussy?

No. Bad Infinity.

Sighing, I turn off the alarm and crawl out of the cocoon I’m wrapped in.

The robe that was wrapped around my waist last night is now bunched around my knees, effectively tying my legs together, which really shouldn’t sound as hot as it does.

Other than the robe, I’m naked and my cheeks heat as I wonder how much of me Omni saw when putting me to bed last night.

I have a hazy memory of asking him not to look, but then I must have promptly passed out again so I have no clue whether he did or not.

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course he didn’t look. Omni is as good as good people get. He’s the textbook definition of a good boy.

Shoving a pillow over my face, I smother the loud groan that forces its way out.

Fuck my filthy mind and traitorous body.

I’m already strung out from Omni touching me and the memory of him smacking his ass has my pussy clenching.

Damn, there’s no way I’ll be able to function today without releasing some of this tension, but how can I even think about masturbating with Omni in the next room?

What if he hears me? I think I’d die of embarrassment.

Then again, he was still asleep when I went to work yesterday and didn’t strike me as a morning person. Perhaps he’s asleep now?

Straining my ears, I listen for any movement from the living room but don’t hear anything.

There’s no sound of TV, no voice from the tablet correcting Omni’s spelling, no feet shuffling around or feathers whispering across the floor.

It does sound like he’s still asleep and there’s a door between us.

If I’m really quiet, there’s no chance he’d hear me.

Using a vibrator is out of the question, but I’m so horny I won’t need it.

Feeling incredibly naughty, I slide my hands under the blanket.

Omni’s blanket. Damn, why is that so hot?

Come on Fin, think of someone else, anyone else or you’ll never be able to show your face around Omni again.

Maybe the tentacle monster graphic novel I’ve been working on would work?

I try really hard to keep Omni’s angelic face out of my fantasy but he just keeps appearing, reminding me of the way his hands felt on my bare skin, how heavenly he smelled while he carried me to bed.

My imagination takes on more detail, half-remembering details that probably aren’t real, but feel like they are.

The kiss Omni planted on my lips as he placed me in bed last night certainly isn’t real, yet I can definitely feel his soft lips molding against mine, his tongue swiping across the seam of my mouth as it demands entry.

Giving in to the fantasy fully, no longer caring about any future embarrassment, my lips part to let Omni in, trying to imagine what he would taste like.

Would he be rough and demanding, or slow and gentle?

He looks so sweet but I bet he has a dominant streak.

I bet he’d take control of the kiss, wrapping my hair around his fist to hold me right where he wants me.

Would he continue kissing while his other hand travels to my breasts? Yes. Touching myself, I imagine his big hand kneading my tits before twisting one nipple, then the other. All while still keeping a firm grip on my hair. Or perhaps he’s now pinning my wrists down over my head.

Moving lower, his free hand explores my body, slipping easily between my soaked pussy lips. Would he make the same ragged exhale sound he did last night when seeing me in my bathrobe? Or would he gruffly rumble his approval of how wet I am?

Biting back a moan, my fingers slide deeper, curling to reach that glorious G-spot while grinding the heel of my palm against my clit.

With my other hand, I pinch and twist both nipples alternately, imagining Omni’s mouth on them.

The fantasy isn’t quite immersive since I don’t have much to base it on, but it’s enough to push me until I’m teetering on the edge, my body tingling from the pending orgasm.

Intent on prolonging it a little, I slow my movements, dragging out that delicious, torturous moment right before climax, careful not to let it slip away.

Finally, tumbling over that blissfilled edge, I bite my lower lip to hold back the louder moans, only gasps and ragged exhales sounding through the room.

Once the aftershocks subside and my body returns to Earth, I sigh.

I wish I could bask in the afterglow a little longer but I can’t afford to be late for work.

Especially now that I’m feeding two people, one of whom eats their body weight in food every day.

Not to mention Omni, who also eats a lot. Ha. See what I did there?

Slipping back into the bathrobe, I gather up my work clothes and head for the bedroom door.

The moment I step out into the living room, my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. Omni is standing right in front of me holding a steaming cup of coffee and a sandwich.

“Breakfast important,” he says. “Sleep good?”

Pulse racing a mile a minute, my face feels like it’s on fire.

He’s not asleep. He’s been up for a while and— Oh my god.

He couldn’t have heard me, could he? Did he hear me?

Oh god. “Uh…” I manage, no idea what to say.

Omni grins, but is it his usual grin or is it a I-heard-you-masturbating grin?

“Um,” I croak out this time, needing a moment to clear my throat.

“Bathroom.” There. I said something. Something unrelated to masturbating.

God, what is wrong with me? “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” A whole sentence.

Someone should give me a medal before my face melts off from how hot it is.

“Yes.” Omni steps aside. “Coffee, sandwich breakfast before work.”

“Okay,” I reply breathlessly, slipping past him and nearly stepping on the tip of his wing in my haste. His wings take up so much space in my tiny apartment it’s difficult to avoid them.

Even though I’m running out of time, I still take a quick shower.

A cold one. It does nothing to ease my embarrassment but my raging libido is gone.

At least, it’s gone until I remember what Omni actually said.

He made me breakfast. That’s… “Perfect,” I mumble as I spit toothpaste into the sink then rinse.

“He’s so fucking perfect, it’s not fair.

” Only then I realize I’m muttering my musings out loud and my face heats anew.

Hopefully, Omni doesn’t have good hearing.

If he works with firearms a lot, there’s a good chance his hearing is damaged.

Probably not a nice thing to be hoping for, but I don’t think I could survive any more embarrassment.

Putting on my clothes and some makeup, I exit the bathroom with just a few minutes to spare before having to leave for work.

Seeing that Omni has set the table, once again with Baby Groot in the middle and two plates holding sandwiches and vegetables, makes my heart flutter. Perhaps I’m having a stroke.

Omni looks at me with an expectant smile and I just don’t have the heart to turn him down.

I take a seat, grabbing one of the sandwiches he made and hoping it will be edible.

Beaming, Omni sits down and starts eating too.

From the first bite I can tell he has experience with making sandwiches.

Either that or there’s really nothing that can go wrong when making one, because the food tastes pretty good.

I should really be going, but I can’t actually remember the last time I had breakfast with someone.

I never made it to the “moving in with each other” phase with any of my boyfriends and when either of us spent the night at each other’s place, mornings tended to be awkward or a rush to get to work.

Actually sitting down for breakfast is the stuff from a Hallmark movie or a TV commercial.

Which is probably where Omni got the idea from.

That thought makes me smile and amusement dances in Omni’s eyes. “Good?” he asks, gesturing to the food.

“Delicious.” Tasting the coffee, I’m not in the least bit surprised that Omni remembered exactly how I take it. This man is dream boyfriend material. Well, except the fact that he believes in aliens and insists on wearing wings that in no way fit into my apartment, but I can look past that.

Wait, did I just admit to myself I want him as a boyfriend? Fuck, I need Imani. She will glare at me over the rim of her glasses and remind me how ridiculous it is to have a crush on my mysterious house guest. If not, I’m lost.