The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition (7 page)

A shudder traveled through him when
she gave up the battle and sucked his tongue, drinking in the
essence that was like a magical elixir, relishing the drunken
euphoria that swept through her as she absorbed it. He moved
closer, pressing her tightly between his body and the wall behind
her until she could feel him against every inch of her length. He
slipped his hands behind her after a moment, cupping her buttocks
and bringing her pelvis up tightly against his, rubbing his hard
erection maddeningly against her cleft.

Her nipples tightened with the
excitement that rushed through her. Her clit throbbed in complaint
at being teased as he rocked against her. Her mind flitted in
search of a possibility of appeasing the heat he was generating
inside of her.

The sound of a door opening close by
was like having a bucket of icy water thrown over her. Chelsey
jerked away from Garryk, feeling a second jolt when she discovered
the door wasn’t just close. The door she’d heard was the door to
the storage room.

“
That you, Sinclair? You
need to take it outside. You know how the boss feels about fucking
in the backrooms.”

“
Go fuck yourself!” Garryk
snarled.

Chelsey pushed away from him, so
embarrassed she hardly knew where to look. “I can’t do this,” she
gasped in a suffocated voice. “I can’t.”

Garryk caught her when she tried to
slip by him. “Why? Just tell me why!”

She stared at him a little helplessly.
She didn’t think of him as a disreputable person but she knew she
was probably a majority of one. Beyond that, even if she was
willing to throw her life away just to be with him, she knew it
would be for nothing. She didn’t mean a thing to him. “Don’t you
have enough women? I can’t. I’ve got too much to lose.”

He didn’t try to stop her that time
when she tried to pass him, but he followed her all the way out and
to her car. “What the hell do you mean by that?” he growled,
planting his hand on the car door to keep her from opening
it.

Chelsey swallowed convulsively. “Don’t
… play with my feelings, Garryk. I can’t just be your … fuck
buddy!” Lord knew she wanted to! If she hadn’t wanted to so badly,
she might’ve thought it was safe to play with fire.

He caught her jaw in the crook of one
hand, glaring at her ferociously. “Where the hell did you get the
idea that that was all I was after? I’m not playing, woman! I’ve
never been more deadly serious in my life.”

She searched his face, feeling weak
all over at the suggestion. “I want to believe you, but I just
don’t, Garryk.”

He studied her a long moment and
finally released her. “I guess I’ll have to convince you,
then.”

* * * *

Chelsey was such a nervous wreck from
their encounter that she could hardly sleep. Alright, so it wasn’t
entirely nervousness. She was also on edge from being lit up and
let down—not that she blamed Garryk for that! She was fairly
certain that he would’ve been glad to appease her if he’d gotten
the chance. He nearly had anyway. If that bastard hadn’t stuck his
head in the room when he had she thought she could’ve come with no
more stimulation than she’d gotten. She’d been on the very verge.
She didn’t think she would’ve felt so let down if she hadn’t been
so close!

Regardless of what he’d
said to the contrary, though, she didn’t think he was serious about
anything except getting laid—deadly serious about that, maybe,
perhaps even deadly serious in his pursuit of her as the flavor of
the week—but nothing else. Even if it
had
given her heart palpitations,
she wasn’t going to let herself get hooked on that line!

In any case, she’d told him the
absolute truth. She couldn’t afford it.

It had been a serious mistake to go to
see his show even if she’d been right in her reasoning—and she
thought she had been. Not that she’d really been in any doubts that
Garryk was woman-bait, but it never hurt to get a good dose of
reality when it was needed.

The mistake was in getting caught at
it. She thought Garryk had probably already put her out of his mind
and that stupid stunt she’d pulled had just put her back in his
line of sight!

She dismissed the niggling suspicion
that she’d hoped for just that reaction. Maybe subconsciously she
had, but it certainly hadn’t been planned, regardless of what he
thought!

Very likely, though, he’d forgotten
about it the moment she left, headed back into the club and found
another willing partner for the night.

She nearly passed out when he showed
up the following day just as she dismissed her last class. She’d
thought it was the last student to leave who’d shut the door, but
it was so unusual for any of the students to actually close a door
that she’d glanced toward it and did a double take when she saw
Garryk. Abruptly weak kneed, she’d flopped down on the edge of her
desk. He sauntered toward her, leaning over her when he reached
her. She tilted backwards, bracing her hands behind her. His eyes
gleamed as he moved in closer, planting a palm against her desk on
either side of her. “What are you doing here?” she asked
faintly.

His lips curled wryly. “Well, your
sister won’t give me your number and you make me so crazy I keep
forgetting to ask. I figured this was the only way to solve the
problem. What are you doing tonight?”

“
Nothing,” she said a
little blankly.

“
There’s where you’re
wrong. I was figuring on taking you out to dinner.”

Her heart leapt and then crashed as it
occurred to her that she couldn’t go with him. “I can’t. Really, I
can’t. I’ve got so much work to do ….”

He shook his head. “You’ll have to do
better than that,” he said grimly. “You worried about being seen in
public with me?”

Chelsey felt her face heat. The look
in his eyes made her chest tighten. She caught his arm when he
straightened abruptly and turned away. “Please! It isn’t what you
think!”

He turned to study her speculatively.
“No?”

She bit her lip. “My ex has me
watched.”

She could tell from the look on his
face that it was the last thing he’d expected. “Come
again?”

“
I know how paranoid it
sounds, but he always knows … things about me that he couldn’t
possibly know if he didn’t! And he’ll use it against me. That’s why
my phone is unlisted and why nobody but Marla knows where I’m
living.”

“
He’ll use what against
you?” Garryk asked grimly.

She stared at him in dismay. “Don’t
look at me like that! I have a son! I hardly ever get to see him as
it is! That’s why I said I couldn’t afford …. One of the reasons,
anyway. Please don’t be angry with me. Try to
understand.”

He studied her for a long moment and
finally moved closer, gathering her into his arms. “I’d rather beat
the son-of-a-bitch into a coma. Say the word and I’ll have one of
my underworld connections bump the bastard off.”

Chelsey blinked at him. Her jaw slid
to half mast. “Oh my god! You’ve got underworld connections?” she
gasped, horrified.

His lips curled. “Nope. Just
checking.”

Chelsey felt faint. “To see if you can
give me a heart attack?”

He studied her pale face. “Shit, baby!
I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said in disgust. “I’m just trying
to figure out how bad you think I am.”

“
I don’t think you’re bad
at all. I never did.”

“
I guess if you did you
wouldn’t have looked so surprised,” he said ruefully and then shook
his head. “You ain’t giving me much to work with here,
baby.”

Chelsey swallowed against the knot
that rose in her throat. “I can’t, Garryk.”

“
You can’t? Or you just
don’t want to take a chance on me?” he asked tightly.

She studied his face and finally
looked away, realizing it was way too late to try to guard her
heart from him—probably years too late. If there hadn’t been
something there all along would she have fallen for him so
quickly?

“
Look at me,
Chelsey.”

She glanced up at him, but she
couldn’t maintain eye contact.

“
You think I can’t tell
the way you light up every time I hold you?”

She felt her face heat, but she didn’t
try to deny it.

He caught her chin, lifting her face.
“Alright, baby. We’ll do this your way … for now. I got past
security to get in here. I figure I can outsmart your ex. Give me
your address. I’ll meet you there—and don’t eat before I get there!
I’m cooking.”

She gaped at him. “You aren’t serious,
are you?”

He made a derisive sound. “Baby, I
already told you I was. And time ain’t on my side even if I felt
like wasting it—which I don’t. We’re in the convincing phase
now.”

* * * *

Despite what he’d said, Chelsey had
been convinced he was just teasing. She nearly jumped out of her
skin when she heard a tap on her patio door. Dropping the papers
she’d been grading, she got up and went to peer out the curtains.
Garryk was standing on her balcony, she discovered, with a bag on
his arm. He strode inside the moment she opened the door and looked
around.

“
You climbed my balcony?”
she gasped in disbelief. “I’m on the second floor!”

“
Thank god it wasn’t the
third or fourth!” Garryk muttered, heading for the kitchen. “I had
a hell of a time getting up here with this fucking bag! Good thing
I was in the rangers, huh?”

Chelsey stared at him. “You were in
the rangers?”

He grinned. “Nope. Just a
scout.”

“
Garryk!”

“
What?”

Smiling, she followed him into the
kitchen, peering around him at the food he was dragging out of the
bag. Without surprise, she saw it was steaks, potatoes, and salad
fixings—precut in a bag. “I didn’t realize you were such a
tease.”

He cocked a dark brow at her. “I
didn’t think you’d noticed much about me.”

It was a leading question if she’d
ever heard one. “I think I noticed more than I should have … under
the circumstances,” she said ruefully. She discovered he was
watching her when she turned from the cabinet that held her
seasonings with a bottle of tenderizer.

“
What circumstances?” he
prompted, grabbing the bottle from her and coating both steaks
liberally.

“
You know!”

Setting the bottle down, he grabbed
her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. “The student
thing?” he asked absently, unbuttoning her blouse. “It didn’t
bother me. I never figured out why it worried you so
much.”

“
What are you
doing?”

He flicked a look at her. “What does
it look like?”

“
It looks like you’re
undressing me.”

“
Smart woman! I always
loved that about you,” he murmured, pushing her legs apart and
wedging his hips between them as he finished with her blouse and
pushed it off her shoulders.

Chelsey felt her heart skip several
beats. “I thought you were going to cook.”

“
Well, we have to
do
something
while we’re waiting for the steak to tenderize,” he murmured
teasingly, “and we have unfinished business.”

“
We do?”

“
Oh, yes, we do. My dick
was hard enough when you dashed off last night to drive nails with
it.”

Chelsey felt her kegels clap, a
reminder that she’d had a ‘hard on’ when she left the night before,
too. It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing, but the kitchen counter
seemed like the wrong place for this sort of thing … unless he was
thinking about warming up in the kitchen and finishing up in the
bedroom?

He pushed his hands under her skirt,
grasped her panties, and pulled. She struggled with her sense of
propriety versus sexual interest and leaned back, bracing her hands
to lift up. He dropped her panties on the floor, caught her
buttocks and dragged her toward the edge of the counter. She
allowed her legs to dangle for a moment and then lifted them and
curled them around his waist.

His eyes glittered with both heat and
triumph as he tilted his head and leaned in to fit his mouth to
hers. She lifted her arms to drape them around his neck as he did,
closing her eyes and lifting her lips to him in
offering.

Garryk stared at her face for a moment
from beneath his lashes, feeling a heady rush of victory collide
with his building desire. This was for him. He realized he’d never
really thought he would have a chance with her. He’d fantasized
about it. He’d been determined to try, but he hadn’t
believed.

He discovered he was still having
trouble accepting, but he dismissed the doubts when her lashes
fluttered and she peered at him from beneath them, covering her
mouth and thrusting his tongue between her lips as she parted them
for him. The feel of the soft, hot, moist cavern of her mouth
closing around his tongue made his mind leap instantly to the feel
of her nether mouth closing around his cock and sent another
dizzying rush through him. He wrestled with the urge to penetrate
her immediately, to feel the soft walls of her channel closing
around his cock the way her mouth was closed around his tongue. It
had been too long since he’d felt that, though, and he hadn’t
gotten his fill then, only slaked his hunger for it
briefly.