Her Alien Hero (1Night Stand) (4 page)

With shaky hands, he brushed the tips of his fingers along the side of her face. “I’m so glad Madame Eve brought us back together.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, he moved his grip to the back of her neck and leaned forward to kiss her moist lips. She gripped his sides and released a soft moan. Opening to him, her warm tongue met his in a mating dance. The music faded into the background, raw need consuming him.

He fumbled with her dress zipper. Finally getting it down, he ran his fingers along the smooth skin of her back.

Melinda pulled away with a gasp. Her eyes appeared glassy, her skin flushed. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Melinda slid her dress off, eyes cast down. Self-consciousness wasn’t sexy, but the sting of rejection didn’t hurt as much if one didn’t gaze straight at it. Her dress had helped to accentuate her better features, squeezing in under her breasts to make her boobs appear larger and her waist smaller. But, without the material, she had nothing to hide behind.

And Cooper, a fine male specimen who worked out on a regular basis, saw women all the time who didn’t have her extra curves. She didn’t want to change herself, but could never compete with a size four. Would he accept her for the woman she’d become?

Cooper laid a hand on her shoulder from behind, sending a chill along her spine. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, running her teeth along her bottom lip.

He inched forward until she could just feel the press of his skin. After a deep inhale, he sighed. “You smell divine, like vanilla ice cream. I just want to lick you all over.”

A rush of adrenaline zinged through her, and she prayed for his words to be true. His palm traveled down her arm, sparking her latent desire. He laced his fingers with her and moved even closer. “I can’t believe I finally found you,” he whispered in her ear, his breath sending goose bumps down her arms. “I always hoped to run into you again.”

She sucked in a sob, not wanting this perfect moment ruined by an emotional breakdown. “Me, too. I mean, I wanted to see you, too.”

He spun her around to face him and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “No more waiting. No more interruptions.”

The sexy rumble of his voice lulled the last of her fears. She yearned to continue what they’d started earlier, to feel the soft ply of his tongue in her mouth, across her breasts, and between her legs. “Yes.”

Grabbing her bottom, he shuffled her backward until the back of her knees met the bed. He tenderly lowered her onto the covers, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She shivered with pleasure as he crawled over her. Imagining him in the place of her previous lovers or her vibrator had never produced the same delirious need as the real hard flesh resting on her thigh.

He kissed her, his lips igniting her hypersensitive skin as he traveled from her mouth, down her neck, and to her chest. Cupping her breast, he licked her puckered nipple, sending jolts of euphoria through her veins. He continued to lick and suck, caress and grip. She arched her back off the bed, thrust her hips toward him, craving a more intimate connection.

She rocked under him, hoping he would get the message. Cooper reached between her thighs, stroked her sensitive nub, parted her swollen folds. He moved easily inside, stroking her inner walls at first with one finger. Then two. Nuzzling her neck, he continued to thrust, driving her hunger. Her muscles tightened around him, as if the sexual energy from their encounter in the foyer had never disappeared. Her clit pulsed. The moment he returned his attention to her bundle of nerves, circling his thumb against it, she burst, crying out in pleasure. He continued to torment her, inside and out, prolonging her orgasm until she became lost in the euphoria.

Jolts raced through her. Cooper ran his tongue along the side of her neck, clouding over the last of her senses. Seconds, maybe minutes, passed before she surfaced from the pleasure, gasping for air. He splayed his fingers on her belly, giving her a chance to regain her composure.

“You’re even more beautiful when you release,” he whispered. “Now, I want to see what you look like when I’m buried deep inside you.”

She emitted a nervous laugh, not used to any talking during sex. At least not unless a guy told her what he wanted her to do next or tried to sound like a porn star.

He left the bed for a moment, grabbing and slipping on a condom. The clouds blocking out everything but him never subsided. Cooper filled her thoughts, drove her hunger, and ramped up her excitement and lust. The sooner he plunged into her, the better.

A second later, he nudged her legs apart then kneeled on the bed, between her thighs. The tip of his cock rested at her saturated entrance. His stare fixed on her, he grabbed her hips and plunged inside.

Melinda stifled a groan. Having him inside her flooded her senses, magnifying the soft growl of the man above her. His touch sent jolts of lightning skipping across her skin.

“Finally,” Cooper growled, his gaze never wavering. He rocked above her, slow and gentle, rolling his hips. Every glorious inch of cock sliding in and out of her left her head spinning.

Without warning, he lifted her leg onto his shoulder. Then he lifted the other, almost folding her in half with his weight. Slow at first, his movements became quicker, slamming into her until he matched pace with her heart. She gripped his biceps as a bundle of heat balled low in her belly. He hit her G-spot with every thrust. She gripped his arms with maddening desperation. Nothing happened. No matter how hard she willed the orgasm to come, it stalled. Yet, the pressure continued to build until she believed she would explode.

“Please,” she begged, panting and crying.

Cooper pulled her against him with his next plunge, grinding his pelvis along her clit.

Melinda detonated. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed with pleasure. Shockwaves raced through her, resulting in the twitching and pulsing of her muscles. She broke out in a sweat and struggled to catch her breath.

“Absolutely stunning. Are you ready for another?”

She shook her head, still buzzing from the rush of endorphins. Another orgasm like that would kill her.

With a gleam in his eyes, Cooper let go of her legs and leaned down to kiss her. “You know you want another.”

Wow, another?
She hadn’t expected Cooper to be so skilled in the bedroom, not with how introverted and hidden away he had seemed. How she loved to be proved wrong. She ran her fingers across his wide, muscled back, yearning to live the rest of her life in this state of ecstasy.

He drew back, once again propping her legs on his shoulders. No longer focused on her, he thrust in with quick determination. Her nerve endings lit up, but not with the same intensity as before. Melinda rocked with him, content to help
him
reach orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” He grabbed her sides and hammered into her.

His cock swelled, pushing her over the edge. Her back bowed, she felt as if she floated above the bed. Lost in sensations. A dream, yet not.

Cooper’s gentle strokes along the side of her face brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and closed them again in an instant.
No way!
What she’d seen had to be an illusion, a result of her overactive imagination. Or a result of multiple intense orgasms.

Opening one eye at a time, she focused on Cooper and gulped. Same thing. His skin shimmered, somewhat translucent, and appearing to have scales—like a fish—embedded under the top few layers. She had to be hallucinating, high on endorphins.

With hands shaking, she touched his chest. Everything felt the same, but his skin continued to glow.

Cooper smiled and lifted her palm from his chest to his lips. Then she noticed his eyes. Black. All black, void of any color. Was he high on some kind of drug? But that didn’t explain his skin. She pulled away and scooted back on the bed. “What’s wrong with you?”

When would he have taken anything anyway? His issue had to be something more organic, something natural and yet so very, very far from the norm. Had the government experimented on him, genetically altered his genes in utero? She usually didn’t jump to conspiracy theories, but his mother had seldom let him go anywhere. Was she afraid someone would find out?

Cooper glanced at his arm and paled. “Oh no. No, no, no. You weren’t supposed to see me like this. I thought I had better control. Shit, no one is supposed to know.” He rolled off the bed and grabbed her clothes then tossed them on the covers beside her. “Get dressed and then get out. No one is ever supposed to see me like this. Oh fuck!”

“But….” A lump formed in her throat. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. Getting kicked out after sex stung worse than any initial rejection. She’d given him her body, yearned to give him her heart. Why did he want her to leave? Because she’d seen him as something other than normal? “Please, if you’d just tell me what’s going on. I-I won’t tell.”

“No, don’t tell.” He placed his palm on his forehead and turned away from her. “I should never have done this. This was such a bad idea.”

The burn of his rejection boiled into anger. Melinda tossed on her dress and shoved the rest of her clothing into her clutch. “Fine, if that’s the way you want this to end. I can be very open-minded, but you don’t seem to care. Have a nice life, whatever the fuck you are.”

Melinda grabbed her pumps then stormed out of the bedroom and the suite. So much for her fantasy man. He’d dropped in ranking to her worst date ever.

Cooper’s hand shook as he held the phone to his ear. “Tabitha, she knows what I am.”

“Wait. What?” He heard the confusion in her voice. “Who knows what?”

“Melinda, my date.” He rubbed his temple, his head pounding. “She knows what I am.”

“How? Did you tell her?”

“No!” He regretted yelling right away, worry blocking out all common sense. “She saw my skin, the way it changes. I couldn’t help myself after we…. I’m in trouble.”

“Why? Did she react badly? Did she run away?”

“No, I kicked her out before she had the chance.”

“Cooper….” Her voice remained calm, too calm, the way his mother had spoken to him the night she’d caught him coming inside, wet to the bone, after the grade-nine dance. “Go after her.”

“And do what?” Restrain her? Make it impossible for her to tell anyone what she’d seen? He would rather move away, go into hiding, than hurt anyone.

“Tell her you’re sorry and that you overreacted.”

“I can’t.” He could never fix what he’d said, what she’d seen.

“Do it. Then, when you’re both back in the suite, tell her the truth.”

“But—” He’d never told anyone about his extraterrestrial father, been reminded of the consequences of revealing his secret over and over again.

“Madame Eve would never have set you up with anyone she didn’t believe could handle learning the truth about you. Now, get your ass in gear and go find her.” Tabitha hung up.

Shit!
Melinda
had
asked him to explain. But he’d panicked, stopped thinking with reason. And kicked out the one woman he might have had a chance with, someone who perhaps wouldn’t fear his alien ancestry. After all, she did write about romances with extraterrestrials.

After a quick glimpse in the mirror to ensure he’d return to his human image, Cooper slipped on his shoes and grabbed his key card. He didn’t know Melinda’s room number, but he would acquire it. He rushed out the door and down the hall to the stairwell, no patience to wait for the elevator. When he reached the lobby, he sidled up to the front desk.

A balding, middle-aged man raised an eyebrow at him. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I need the room number of Melinda Rose. She left something in my room, and I’d like to return it to her.”

“You can leave it with me.” The man rested a hand, palm up, on the upper portion of the desk. “I’ll ring her and have her come down and get it.”

“No.” Cooper stepped back. “It’s a little personal. I’d rather deliver it to her in person.” He didn’t have anything but couldn’t let the desk clerk know.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you her room number. It goes against hotel policy.”

“But it’s not as if I’m some stranger off the street. I’m a guest here, too. And I just spent several hours with Melinda. It must have slipped her mind not to tell me which room she’s staying in.”

“I’m sure.” The clerk pursed his lips and shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

Cooper threw his hands in the air. “Geez!” How was he supposed to apologize if he couldn’t find her?

At the ding of the elevator, he instinctively peered over at the opening doors. Melinda strolled out, her hair rolled up in a bun, and her lips a brighter red than when she’d left him in the suite.

She caught his gaze and spun the other direction, heading down a crowded hallway.

Cooper darted after her, dodging yet another swarm of women along the way. “Melinda!”

She didn’t turn around, didn’t even pause. She marched across the plush carpet, straight through a double doorway.

Fuck!
What lay inside the room, he had no idea, but he followed her inside anyway. He couldn’t let her out of his life forever, not unless she sent him away. No more than he deserved after his behavior. Shoving her out of the suite had been the stupidest move in his life.

More women mingled in the large room, traveling from one group to another, chatting and laughing. Some men lingered around, too, but the female population in the space far outnumbered them. All authors like Melinda?

He surveyed the area, tables at one end, a stage at the other. Melinda had to be somewhere. After a few moments, he spied her at the bar in the far corner. He wiped his palms on his jeans and rushed over to her. As the bartender set her drink in front of her, Cooper slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter. “It’s on me.”

She turned and scowled at him but didn’t refuse the gesture. “What do you want?”

“I’m sorry. I panicked. I should never have kicked you out.” Regret twisted his gut. He needed her forgiveness more than anything.