Awakening Abduction (4 page)

“Did you taste it?” Hannah cautiously snagged her own slice and gingerly nibbled the triangle, testing the heat level. “Mmm, that’s good. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” Her stomach groaned in appreciation.

With a steady glare, Hannah intended to pull James back on track. “I don’t care if you have to talk with your mouth full, start.”

“Pushy, pushy woman.” Sauce hung on the corner of his mouth and Hannah had the urge to lick it off him. She shook the thought from her head while she watched his tongue snake out to lick his lips.

“’Kay, so apparently this guy, man really, older man actually, wants you…for himself.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m talking. You’re listening, remember?” He grabbed another slice and devoured the entire piece before continuing. “It seems he laid some kind of claim on you when you were just a child, a baby practically. It’s, well, not uncommon where we come from.” He chose his words with obvious caution.

“Where do we ‘come’ from, James? India?”

With a glare at her sarcasm, James shut her up and resumed. “Let me just get this out and we’ll fill in the blanks later, okay?”

Hannah pursed her lips.

“So Gerald, that’s his name, asked for you and your parents declined. Not surprising, since he’s forty years older than you and a complete ass. Anyway, he was none too pleased and it isn’t extremely common for someone to be denied a…match, I guess you could call it. He got rather demanding and took the matter to our…governing body. Your parents were beyond themselves worrying about the implications, so they decided the best thing to do would be to send you away, you and your mother, and keep you essentially hidden until you came of age, so to speak.

“I’m not sure quite what they thought would happen next, but it seems Gerald was the man your father spoke of that was getting closer to finding you himself, so they decided to abandon ship, so to speak, and sent me to bring you back.”

Was he done?
What the fuck
?

“Riight.”

James’ shoulders slumped in relief as though she’d meant to imply all was understood and case closed.
Far from it, buster
.

“So let me get this straight. I was living a nice quiet life in the suburbs of Seattle with my kind, loving parents, and some old guy decided he wanted me for some perverted arranged marriage at the age of, what?, three, four? So rather than take the matter up with the authorities, my parents hid me away in Boston for sixteen years. Sure, that makes perfect sense.”

Hey, she had to give him credit for something. At least he paused long enough to indicate recognition of her extreme sarcasm as her voice rose to a decibel that would make anyone cringe.

“It might be a bit more complicated than that, but you got the gist.”

“Seriously? That’s your response?”

James settled on the sofa next to her, polished off the bottle in his hand and set the empty on the coffee table.

“Look, there’s more to it, obviously, but frankly I don’t even have all the details, and the reality is we have a way bigger problem on our hands than Gerald thinking he can have you for himself and—
Fuck
, why didn’t I think of that?” He jumped up to resume pacing, his hand rubbing his jaw in deep consideration.

“What? You do realize every time your mouth opens with an explanation, the result is ten more questions on my part, right?”

“It just doesn’t matter what Gerald wants anymore.”

“And that would be because…?”

“Of course there’s no way I can even begin to tell your parents all this and allay their fears, but I guess they’ll find out soon enough when we walk through the front door of your father’s house, won’t they?”

James glanced at the ceiling, seemingly conversing with only himself. At least she hoped he was anyway, because she had no earthly idea what the
fuck
he was talking about.

“Of course,” she replied in an effort to get his attention. She couldn’t paste a more perplexed look on her face if she tried.

James smiled and looked straight at her. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

“Have you what?” Hannah shook her head back and forth. Surely, he wasn’t meaning marriage. She couldn’t sit another moment and she got to her feet. “James, this is insane. I must be dreaming. A nightmare actually, one in which the predominant language spoken isn’t one I’ve ever heard.”

Hannah stomped up to James and grabbed his forearms, thinking to shake some sense into him. One of them was completely crazy and she felt confident it wasn’t her.

The minute she touched his bare arms with her hands, she regretted it. The zing racing through her nearly made her knees buckle. Every single time she touched him, she experienced the sensation to a greater degree than the last. As if they were magnets getting stronger and stronger with each trial run until they’d reach a pinnacle, getting so strong she wouldn’t be able to let go one of these times.

Her brain swam, wanting nothing more than for that to be true. “James?” She looked into his deep brown eyes, her neck tilted back to accommodate his height, about six inches taller than herself.

Soothing hands firmly grasped her upper arms and he pulled her closer, clearly just as sucked into the strange abyss as she was. “Tell me you feel it too. I mean, I know you do, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me, Hannah. With every ounce of your being, tell me I’m yours and I swear I will be.”

Hannah held her breath. It seemed absurd, but she couldn’t shake the feeling he was right. “I have no idea what you are, what planet you come from or how you have such a hold on me, but there’s no doubt I want you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She’d never been so bold. Why admit such a thing?

“It’s good enough for me.” James lowered his head the last few inches and took Hannah’s mouth in a kiss that reached into her soul. Soft lips started a gentle exploration around Hannah’s own before pressing more firmly and caressing the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance—or waiting for permission, she couldn’t be sure. She couldn’t think anymore. Her knees did buckle then, but strong arms grabbed her about the waist and carried her across the room, feet dangling, without breaking contact with her mouth.

She felt devoured. Her lips parted, her tongue tangling with his, matching his every demand.

She barely noticed when she fell against the bed and landed in the center. James moved so smoothly, his tongue never stopping its exploration for even an instant. He landed on top of her, pressing her firmly into the mattress, the presence feeling incredibly welcome.

Minutes later, when she thought she’d never come up for air, he shifted and trailed urgent kisses across her cheek, nibbling her ear, then biting gently on the lobe. The small tug, combined with his exhalation, sent a shudder through her from head to toe.

His hands began to wander from her arms to her face, seeming to learn every inch of her skin before heading lower to rest against her sides. He slid down the bed just a few inches, enough to allow him access to her throat and the skin exposed at her neck. The friction of his movement made her thighs tingle beneath her jeans.

God, his thumbs rested against her breasts, rubbing back and forth so lightly she couldn’t even be sure she wasn’t imagining it, wishing it were true.

She wanted him to reach farther, grasp her aching breasts and squeeze them between his palms. A soft moan escaped her lips on the thought and Hannah froze when she heard the wanton state she’d fallen into in such a short period of time.

“Baby?”

Tendrils of embarrassment leaked between her dulled senses. “I don’t… I’ve never done anything like this. I’m not this kind of girl.”

A soft chuckle sent warm breath across her neck as James nuzzled his way lower. “I know you aren’t.”

“How could you? You don’t know me at all.” She strained beneath the effort to make conversation, but she needed to find a way to connect with reality. She couldn’t just have sex with this man, right here, right now. Could she?

“I know enough. I can…smell your innocence. The sweet, sweet aroma of your body begging for me. Demanding I take you.”

“Huh? Smell…what?” Somehow the crazy words he spoke didn’t seem nearly as ridiculous as they should. After all, couldn’t she also smell
him
, more than she’d ever been aware of anyone in her life? But she’d never met anyone who seemed to have the same keen sense.

“Just relax, babe. Turn your brain off for a while. Just…feel.” While he mumbled soothing words against her neck, James shoved her T-shirt over her head, pushing her arms up above her and causing her breath to hitch. He left her that way, arms trapped in the tangle of cotton.

No man had ever undressed her. For whatever reason, no guy had ever induced enough of a spark to make Hannah want more. Until now.

“I love this black lace bra of yours, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy many hours of seeing it on you in the future, but for now it has to go.” Nimble fingers popped the front clasp so fast Hannah didn’t even have a moment to think about her nudity under James’ gaze.

Eyes closed, she actually tipped her head back and arched into his face, hoping he’d take the hint and pull her nipples into the warm contours of his mouth.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Hands caressed the sides of Hannah’s breasts with not near enough pressure to assuage her need for him to pick up the pace. “Your nipples are so pink and rosy.” He blew on one and then the other and Hannah moaned, her head lolling to the side.

“Please…”

A soft chuckle pebbled her aching chest even tighter. “I want to enjoy our joining, hon. This is no race, as much as I wish it were. Do you know how badly I want to rip off these painted-on jeans and drive my cock into you right this second?”

“Do it.”

“Nah, next time.” The soft tips of James’ hair brushed across Hannah’s chest as his mouth began a spiral nibbling around one breast, a painstakingly slow trek to the center. His other hand gently squeezed the globe missing out on the action.

Hannah’s legs were trapped beneath James, pinned together under his stomach. She tugged them firmly to dislodge them from imprisonment and luckily James lifted his torso ever so slightly to allow their escape. Without hesitating, she spread her legs beneath him. When he lowered himself once more into the vee of her legs, she moaned. The increased contact against her crotch made her arch her back to an angle that would press her sensitive core more securely against him.

Lord, the little nymph was going to orgasm before he even tongued her sweet nipple. It shouldn’t surprise him really. She’d already come against him earlier in her apartment. He loved that she was so responsive. Were all matings this way?

He decided to give her this small early orgasm in order to help her relax and enjoy their mating, but what she couldn’t know was the number of orgasms he intended to draw out of her in the next few hours.

James squirmed his lower half where he nestled in the vee of Hannah’s legs, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of his stiff cock. As if pressing it more firmly against her hot center would help.

As soon as his lips first lightly licked and then sucked her puckered pink nipple into his mouth, she moaned and bucked against him. The delight he got from hearing her little mews of pleasure made him smile against her chest. He’d never tire of these sweet noises for their entire lives.

How had he gotten so incredibly lucky?

Sucking first one pebbled tip and then the other, James lifted his torso ever so slightly and reached a free hand between their bodies to squeeze her crotch. The moment his fingers reached between her jean-covered slit and his thumb landed on her clit, he opened his mouth farther and sucked hard on her nipple, taking a good portion of her breast into his mouth.

Hannah squeaked out his name, yanked her tangled hands, shirt and all, over his head, held on for dear life and let her orgasm pulse through her. Her sex throbbed against his hand.

The warm crotch of her jeans grew moist where he gently rubbed against her as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

James lifted his head when she finally relaxed slightly into the comforter. “I’ll never tire of watching you come, honey.” Her face flushed even more when he spoke, pink splotches spreading across her cheeks in uneven patterns.

“How do you do that to me?” She squeezed his ears between her tangled arms and pulled him toward her mouth. “That’s twice you’ve made me come, and both times I had my pants on. You must think I’m such a nympho.”

Hannah placed tiny kisses across his lips as she mumbled her embarrassment.

She’d stolen that word right out of his head. “Au contraire, my love. I’m hoping you
are
a nympho, well, only when it comes to me. I intended to enjoy all the fringe benefits of your sexual cravings. And believe me, those cravings are going to increase tenfold as soon as I take you for the first time.” Was that too much to tell her? He didn’t want to scare her, but was it fair to mate with her, steal her innocence and her virginity, essentially link her body to his for life, without even explaining their species to her?

Probably not.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but please stop yapping at me and take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

Or maybe talking was highly overrated.

“As you wish.”

James stood next to the bed, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans and shorts to the floor, grateful they’d both taken their shoes off as soon as they’d entered the hotel room.

Hannah took the moment to untangle herself from her T-shirt and bra, propped herself on her elbows and stared at his cock, making it twitch with need. “Oh…God,” she muttered.

He grew even stiffer under her perusal, his dick stretching toward her.

Two seconds later, he pulled the tight, sexy jeans off Hannah’s body. He sucked in a breath when he saw her thong, even though it shouldn’t have garnered such a response. He’d seen the same swatch of material, if you could call it that, earlier, but the vision she elicited now with her blonde hair haloed around her face and her hips lifting into the air to help him get them off was almost more than he could stand.