A Touch of Lilly (3 page)

When
he’d first seen the woman with the long-snouted Ickbata, his
radar had honed in on the thing’s appendages giving her a
thorough pat down. He wasn’t jealous exactly, but it certainly
was a kick in the gut to see the only human female within a
hundred-click radius being mauled by an alien.

He
lied when he’d told her he thought she was trying to get away
from the thing. On the contrary, she’d looked like she could
take care of herself and then some. Though Dallas wasn’t sure
what the woman had planned for the male, he’d stepped in just
to remind her she was human. Then she’d turned on the working
woman thing and his pride had gotten the better of him and he’d
backed off. He didn’t want her to want him as a client—he
wanted her panting and hot because he—a red-blooded human
man—had turned her on.

Then
she’d seemed downright insulted at his feigned lack of
interest. She was a definite enigma, and if he had the time, Dallas
wouldn’t mind discovering the mystery surrounding this
beautiful creature.

But
he didn’t really have the time.

Tonight
was supposed to be about business, not sexual conquests. At the
moment though, with all blood in his brain migrating south, it seemed
his dick had other priorities.

He
maneuvered them through the growing throng of the tavern figuring he
could enjoy a quick romp
and
get the human as far from this
place as he could before all hell rained down.

“
I
don’t even know your name,” she said.

“
My
friends call me Sawyer. You can call me Dallas.”

“
Like
the planet? Dallas Eight?”

“
No
the city.” He pulled open the door and motioned her onto the
street.

The
woman scrunched her face in that cute habit she had. Maybe she’d
never been to Earth. It wasn’t so farfetched. Since the first
wave of humans left Earth nearly sixty years ago, hoping to find
uninhabited planets to ease Earth’s overcrowding, they’d
managed to reproduce on all dozen planets in the Nebulae Galaxy.
Dallas knew there were at least two generations of humans on Reigis
Alpha who had never set foot on their planet of origin.

“
As
in Texas?” she asked.

He
stopped short just outside the tavern. “You know Earth?”

Even
in the blue wash of the unnatural lights lining the bustling street
he could see the color flooding her cheeks. “I’m human,
aren’t I?” She planted her hands on her hips.

Yep,
he’d screwed that up. The color was indignation, not
embarrassment. “So you say, but even a Braugtot without
training and a little makeup can impersonate a human.” He put
his hand on her back, guiding her down the brick walk. “And a
history-rom can download Earth memories faster than an Ickbata can
wrap you in four appendages and—”

Whipping
around in front of him, she curled her hand around the back of his
neck. Before he could protest, she pulled him down against her hungry
mouth. She bit his bottom lip then sipped it into her mouth, laving
the tender spot with her tongue. Her leg slid up his thigh and she
ground her pubic bone against his hardening dick. Dallas had been
wrapped up in the mission plans for over eighteen Earth months.
Thoughts of recreation had been left behind nearly a year ago with
the flowers at President Orch’s grave on Canus Delta.

But
as this very hot woman took possession of both his mouth and common
sense, guiding his hand along the silken skin of her thigh and urging
it under the hem of her skirt to her bare ass cheek, all thoughts of
the QAL objective were lost. What was left of any logic got carried
away with the blood rushing to his groin. There was only lust and
heat and a human woman dry humping him in public. It had been so damn
long since Dallas had allowed himself even one moment of pleasure.
Cold, hard guilt had been the only thing keeping him company at
night.

Here,
in the lull before the storm of duty hit, he could lose himself in
all her sweet softness. Of its own accord, his free hand smoothed up
her torso and molded around her ample breast, the nipple beading
beneath his palm. He barely registered the honking horns of luna
crystal cabs or the appreciative whistles of the life forms forced to
move around them.

She
pulled from the kiss and dropped her thigh, but kept her body pressed
to his. “That ought to prove I’m not some Braugtot in
drag. And since you’re obviously interested,” she pressed
her stomach against his erection, “why don’t we find that
private
party spot?”

Training
had his gaze sweeping the street. Nothing seemed out of place. Not
that he expected there to be. They were still a day away from the
Hij’Rozhod
’s arrival. The QAL may not know what he
looked like or even what species he was, but there was no doubt their
intel was right. The assassin, who’s title translated to “Mist
of Death”, got his name not only from his uncanny ability to
take out presidents and prime ministers beneath the watchful eyes of
their security detail, but to escape without leaving any trace of his
existence. Save for the trail of fourteen bodies left in his
or
her
wake over the last four years, no one knew anything about the
murderer. With the human ambassador’s inauguration in less than
a week, QAL had no doubt the traitor was planning a move. If
Hij’Rozhod
didn’t change his MO, Dallas and his
team were banking on it happening at the actual ceremony, in front of
billions of inhabitants. If everything came together they’d
have someone on the inside by then.

“
Hey,
Earth to Dallas.” She laid her palm on his chest. “Where
are you?”

He
smiled down at her.
Damn she was beautiful.
All that blonde
hair falling in kinky little waves over the fur coat and flimsy top.
A top that barely contained her breasts with their tight little
nipples. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was
as horny as him. But of course he was only projecting. She was faking
her desire as obviously as the
working woman
persona.
Whatever. He’d play this out as far as she’d let him.

“
I
was just looking for the perfect secluded spot,” Dallas lied.
“I think I know somewhere three doors down.” This time,
with his hand curved possessively around her hip, he guided her
through the crowded sidewalk. He hadn’t needed to search for a
quiet place to take her. Dallas had committed to memory every
business, every side street and every back alley within a five-block
radius of the tavern. If
Hij’Rozhod
tried to find a
hiding place, they’d hunt him down like a pack of hungry
jackals. Because at the moment that’s how Dallas felt—jumpy
and ready to kill.

At
the next corner, Dallas turned right down a small street. The crowd
thinned considerably. The blackened windows of the abandoned store
fronts along this street reflected the blurred images of the two of
them as they moved quickly. The woman’s hand had snaked into
the back pocket of his jeans, and even through the material the heat
of it seared into his skin. Damn, he needed this.

Another
quick left and he was guiding her down a back alley where nothing
moved save for the velgir rodents scurrying for scraps of food. They
sidestepped a Ka’al, passed out against the back of another
abandoned building. Except for the deep hue of red skin and their
extreme size, the Ka’al were the closest thing to human in the
Nebulae Galaxy. Formidable-looking for sure, but Dallas knew they
were dangerous only when provoked.

“
Don’t
worry about him,” Dallas said as he felt a shudder shimmy down
her back. “They’ve got more brawn than brains, and from
the smell of that one, it appears he’s gone and drowned himself
in gall’s blood.” He turned her in his arms to face him
and pressed her back into the alcove of a doorway, his hands resting
on the cold stone of the door frame on either side of her head. “I’d
like to finish what we started in the street.” His gaze
searched her face for any indication she wanted out of this liaison.
But even in the shadows of the alleyway he could see the desire
darkening her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t faking it after all.

“
You
didn’t ask,” she whispered.

“
I
don’t care how much.” His mouth came down on hers,
feathering across the velvet heat of her lips. As much as his cock
was urging him to plunge ahead at a reckless speed, Dallas had every
intention of moving slowly and savoring this woman.

She
pulled back and looked up at him. “My name. You didn’t
ask my name.”

Cradling
her chin in his palm, Dallas brushed his thumb over her lips. She
pressed her mouth against the pad and sucked it into her wet heat.
His cock jumped. “What’s your name?”

“
Lilly.”

“
A
beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He pushed aside the
collar of her coat and brought his mouth down on her jumping pulse
point, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She inhaled deeply, arching
her back, which both exposed her neck and pressed her breasts into
his chest. A low groan rumbled in his throat as his hand dropped to
squeeze and reshape the flesh, the fullness overflowing his palm.
Damn, he loved a woman with curves and it seemed Lilly had that and
more. He undid a couple of buttons of her shirt and slid his hand
beneath the satin of her bra. Her skin was hot and soft, and the
nipple already hard. Dallas didn’t bother to undo the bra.
Instead, he lifted her breast from the confines of the material and
let the bra act as a shelf to display her creamy flesh. He bent and
sucked the beaded nipple into his mouth, alternately nipping and
licking it until Lilly was writhing against his body.

Lilly
slid her hands under the tails of his shirt, her long nails raking up
his stomach and around his back, pulling him tighter to her body.
Once again her leg slid up his thigh as she rolled her hips and
ground against his aching erection.

“
Dallas,
I don’t want it slow.” The hot words spilled over his
cheek before she pulled his earlobe through her teeth. “I want
it hard and dirty, right here. Right now.” Her hand snaked
between their bodies and she palmed him, squeezing with just enough
pressure to shoot horny sparks of current zinging around his balls.
She dropped her leg to make room for her other hand between their
bodies and made quick work of undoing his belt and the button of his
jeans.

“
Jesus,
Lilly, you have the most beautiful body.” He lifted the other
breast from her bra and pushed the satin mounds together. His tongue
flicked from one pebbled point to the other. Her areolas were
puckered and he sucked one completely into his mouth, her salty
sweetness fueling his hunger. He rolled the other pearled nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, loving the hiccupping sounds of her
need filling the air.

Dallas
could have lavished her breasts far longer, but she already had his
zipper down and was working her hands around his hips. The way she
moved he was afraid she would have him coming in her hand before he
had a chance to enjoy the rest of her body.

Kissing
his way up her neck, he captured Lilly’s full mouth. With the
sweetness of slow seduction replaced by their greedy lust, he pressed
his tongue between her lips and filled her mouth. Her tongue danced
with his, circling and retreating, filling his mouth with her honeyed
taste.

Slowly,
he dragged his palms down her sides, his thumbs grazing her hard
nipples. He went all the way down to the top of her boots and slid
back up. Hooking his thumbs under the hem of her leather skirt,
Dallas pushed it up as he caressed the silky softness of her thighs.
On the street, he thought she had been without panties, but the
barest thread of a satin thong curved over her hips.

Oh
hell, yeah.

Lilly
pushed his jeans down over his ass and the heavy belt buckle dropping
them to his feet where they hit the bricks with a satisfying thud.
One hand traveled the length of his cock, from root to tip and back
again, while the other toyed with his balls, rolling and squeezing
until he nearly drown in the sensations heating his blood.

Trying
to ignore the pressure building, Dallas lifted her leg back on his
hip. He focused on the cool leather of the boot against his skin
rather than the heat of Lilly’s hands expertly milking his
cock. He cupped her ass cheek, holding her steady while his fingers
followed the band of the thong down. His knuckles brushed the velvet
skin of her pubic bone and she sighed. The smell of her arousal
filled the air around them and he knew she’d soaked through the
material before he’d even touched her.

Dallas
cupped his hand around her pubic bone, releasing a groan of
satisfaction when he found her cream coating her thighs. Pressing the
tip of his finger against her clit, he swallowed her moan of pleasure
but didn’t release her mouth. He slid his finger along the lacy
edge of the thong and slipped it under the material, tracing a slow
path down her satin flesh. The thought of burying himself in her
silken heat sent a surge of lust straight to his cock and Lilly’s
talented fingers rubbed the resulting pre-cum over the mushroom head.

She
pulled her mouth from his, her breath coming in hard pants. “Enough.
I’m hot. I’m wet. I’m ready.” She lifted
herself and wrapped her other leg around his hips, tilting her pelvis
so the tip of his penis ran along the wet heat of her thigh. “And
don’t worry about covering this bad boy, I’m protected. I
just want it hard and fast.”