Earth Girls Aren't Easy (2 page)

Chapter Two

“Just a minute,” Angela said. Her brown eyes turned darker.
Danek
found the effect pleasing. The blush on her cheeks was very becoming, as well. His Angela was a passionate woman, as her response to his mental touch had indicated. “You want to stay at
my
place?”

“It is the best solution.” He smiled at her and let his fingertips trail along the sensitive skin of her wrist. Her hand trembled as it rested in his. “You will be more comfortable talking with me in privacy, as well.”

“I will?” She blinked at him.

“Yes.”
Danek
leaned forward and let his lips graze hers. “You have questions. I think you prefer to ask them away from your place of work.”

“Right.” The flush on her cheeks darkened and her eyes turned bright with desire. She licked her lips, an unconscious gesture that made
Danek’s
groin tighten. “Okay, then. I guess we should be going. We can stop to drop off
Micki’s
package on the way.”

Danek
nodded, pleased that she would place priority on fulfilling her obligation to a friend before seeking her pleasure with him. His Angela was as beautiful inside as she was on the outside. Making her his in full would be a pleasure beyond any he’d ever known. He had, however, learned a lesson from
Keelan’s
too-confident approach to claiming his lady Michelle. He would not create resistance by pushing too hard, too fast to claim what was his.

It was a stroke of good fortune almost beyond belief that this woman resonated to him, and was receptive to his mental touch. She had the capacity to form the psychic bond with him. He had encountered so many closed minds on his way to deliver the package as promised that it was clear Earth’s sensitive ones were a small percentage of the population. He had amused himself by sending out waves of pleasure impulses to see who around him might react. None but his Angela had.

Yes, it was good fortune that this friend of
Micki’s
was his one, yet understandable to
Danek’s
mind. If there were few who were sensitive on this world, those few would be drawn to each other. It would almost be more shocking if
Micki’s
trusted friend had turned out to be closed of mind.

Angela finished her drink and then stood.
Danek
stood with her, taking the package back to carry it for her. “I need to let them know I’m leaving early.” She gestured at the counter.
Danek
waited while she went behind the counter, spoke briefly to the other woman working there, retrieved her bag and returned to him.

She did not love this job, so leaving it permanently would not pose a problem. Although she did love the macchiato.
Danek
had a sufficient sample in his cup for the
replicator
. He held his wrist unit over the cup to record the chemical composition for future reproduction. Angela would not be happy if she had to leave behind something that gave her so much pleasure, and
Danek
had no desire to deprive his one of anything in claiming her. He wished, instead, to offer her more than she had ever known.

“You keep looking at me,” Angie said, not looking at
Danek
. She concentrated instead on watching where she was walking. If she looked at him, she wasn’t sure she could avoid tripping over her own feet.

“You are fascinating to look at.” He brushed a loose curl back from her neck and Angie almost did trip. His hand felt so warm and the contact made shivers dance over her skin.

“You thought Fed-Ex was fascinating,” Angie pointed out. “How far away did you say you lived?”

“I did not say.”
Danek
captured her hand and enfolded it in his. His fingers caressed hers in a way that was entirely too distracting. But not so distracting that she let him dodge the question.

“Yeah, about that,” Angie said, trying to tug her hand free. When she was unsuccessful, she gave up and tried to ignore the big, blond hunk who was holding it captive and kept moving. “Where exactly is Micki?”

“Do you wish to see her?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I’ve been worried sick.” Angie chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. “Although judging by the book, she really is fine.” She’d leafed through the pages before sending it off, and while
I Was An Alien’s Love Slave
was a departure from her previous romances—even skimming, Angie could tell the futuristic tale had gone to a new level of eroticism—it was definitely
Micki’s
work.

If Micki had been kidnapped or gone off the deep end, she wouldn’t be writing cheerfully erotic sex scenes, much less enough of them to fill four hundred manuscript pages, so her friend was fine. Still, a part of Angie wouldn’t really rest easy until she saw Micki face to face.

“It will be my pleasure to take you to her,”
Danek
said.

But first, it will be my pleasure to take you.
The voice in her head was full of erotic promise.

Angie sucked in a breath and felt her sex quiver in anticipation. What would it feel like to be taken? To be overwhelmed, seduced and fucked silly? The voice in her head sounded knowledgeable and confident and oh-so seductive. And it wasn’t coincidence that it sounded like
Danek
. Her imagination was running wild, had been since she’d laid eyes on him. Perusing
Micki’s
inflammatory sex scenes had only added fuel to her libido’s fire.

She was pretty sure she had condoms in her apartment that weren’t past their expiration date. If not,
Danek
probably had some. He didn’t look like a monk, and the way he was flirting with her, he intended to go beyond holding her hand. She was single. He was single. And not involved with her friend. She was clearly suffering from prolonged and unwanted celibacy, to the point that she was having spontaneous orgasms at the sight of a gorgeous man. So, was there any reason not to have sex with said gorgeous man?

Angie couldn’t think of one.

It was probably a public service to have sex with
Danek
, Angie decided. She couldn’t focus on her job or be a productive member of society when she was reduced to the status of a walking hormone, so sex-deprived that she was hearing voices and imagining all sorts of crazy things. Having sex was the responsible, mature thing to do. Immediately. As soon as she got the door unlocked and they got inside, because it wouldn’t be responsible or civic-minded of her to have sex right out on the sidewalk in front of everybody, although the memory of that orgasm in the coffee shop made the prospect tempting.

If you enjoy having sex while others watch, what is wrong with that
? the voice inside her head asked. “Nothing,” Angie said, forgetting that hallucinations didn’t require answers and that she was talking to herself. “Other than getting arrested for public indecency.”

She realized she’d said it out loud and snuck a quick look at
Danek
. He wasn’t looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. He was looking at her as if he wanted to strip her naked and devour her. Right here and now. Who needed privacy?

Good thing they’d arrived at her place or she’d be tempted to risk arrest. Angie dropped her keys, swore, picked them up again, and fumbled with the lock.
Danek
brushed her hands aside, finished the chore with ease, and then they were inside her building.

“I live on the fourth floor,” Angie blurted out. It was too far away. She’d never make it, feeling like this. “The stairs are this way.” She flashed on an image of the stairwell, the door closed. What were the odds of anybody coming along…?

“Stairwell,”
Danek
said, his voice rough and his eyes hot. “Yes.”

She led the way. The heavy fire door clanged shut behind them, and then
Danek
was crowding her up against the wall. “Here,” he said, his eyes holding hers. “You wish to be pleasured here. Where somebody could come along, could see. You could be caught with your pants around your knees and my mouth between your legs.”

The mental image made her gasp, made her stomach and the inner muscles of her pussy clench.

“You like that thought.” He gave her a look that was both pleased and knowing and his hands went to her waistband, unsnapping, unzipping, working her jeans down her hips.

“You will like the reality even more.”
Danek
pressed his body against hers, teasing her nipples with the hard wall of his chest, one hand moving between her legs to cup her swollen mound. Angie made a soft sound of pleasure as his palm rubbed her clit and his fingertips teased her opening. “Soft. Slick. But not wet enough to take me.”

He moved down, replaced his hand with his mouth, and Angie’s head fell back in abandon. “
Danek
.”

For an answer, she got a leisurely lick along her folds, then his tongue thrust inside her sex.

It was unbelievable. He was a total stranger. They were in a stairwell, where anybody could come along, and he was going down on her. And she was letting him. Encouraging him. The only thing keeping her from spreading her legs wider was the fact that her jeans weren’t down far enough and they served to keep her trapped just the way she stood.

Helpless, unable to do anything but feel
Danek’s
tongue fucking her, his mouth suckling her folds and eating at her as if he couldn’t get enough, Angie shuddered and then she was coming hard while he gave her the kind of oral satisfaction she’d only dreamed of before.

“Fuck me!” Angie muttered when she trusted herself to speak.

“With pleasure.”
Danek
licked at her folds again, then swirled his tongue around her clit. “You are wet enough now.”

She made a low sound of pleasure mixed with frustration. “I meant, you know, it’s an expression. Not that I’m saying no. I’m saying yes. But not here.”

“You liked here a moment ago.”
Danek
was working his way back up, stopping to explore the dip of her belly button with his tongue.

“I liked it a lot,” Angie admitted. “But I’m not going to be able to remain standing much longer.”

“I will hold you up.”
Danek’s
mouth found a swollen nipple and drew on it through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra, leaving a wet circle on her shirt that left the shape of her distended nipple clearly outlined when he released it to pay attention to the other.

His mouth on her breast felt so good, as good as it had felt between her legs. He drew on her nipple and she felt her vaginal walls quiver in response, felt heat rolling through her body. His hand searched out the bud of her clit and stroked it, and she realized that she was about two seconds away from letting a stranger fuck her in the stairwell. If he undid his pants and rubbed the very thick erection she could feel pressing against her now, along her soft inner folds, she might even come again before he got inside her.

She felt urgent and hot, and wondered if it was the thrill of the forbidden—the risk of being caught in the act, the thrill of the fantasy of sex with a stranger. Or maybe the two mixed together in one mind-melting erotic cocktail. Before she could find out
Danek
pulled his hand away and began pulling her jeans back up.