Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

11. Chapter 11

I didn’t understand a word he said, but his voice. Oh, his voice was so hypnotizing. Just the sound of it could charm a girl’s pants off her. The thought didn’t sober me like it should have. Instead, I leaned forward, aware of his hot skin under my palms, his knuckles brushing against my cheek, and his other hand pressing down on mine.

Staring into his eyes made me sympathize with every victim of a cobra, not that he was a snake, but staring into his eyes was so mesmerizing that I never expected a strike.

I felt the roughness of his palm over my hand and was incapable of stopping my mind from imagining how his touch would feel on other parts of my body. My breasts, for starters.

His lips were thick and lush, surrounded by a beard. I still wanted to know how it would feel against my cheek. More than anything, though, I wanted to press my lips to his. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to lose myself in a world I hadn’t explored before, a world hinted at in the romance books I didn’t read—I would have rather been caught dead than admit that, yes, I had read one or two… maybe three or four. Out of curiosity! Simple scientific curiosity because after having experienced sex a few times, I just hadn’t seen the appeal and had been looking for other sources to explain the fascination everyone except me seemed to have with it. A man’s hands on me hadn’t been as unpleasant as I normally experienced when someone touched me, but it had been a far cry from what I had read in the books or seen in movies where people writhed in ecstasy. Frankly, touching myself had been far more arousing than a man’s hand. Asking my mom or sisters had been out of the question, of course. They would have never understood my scientific curiosity and made fun of me to no end. No, thank you.

Of course the damn books hadn’t helped one bit. Fluttering stomach? Oh, please. Waves of pleasure? Give me a break. Weakening legs? What a bunch of baloney. Like I should have expected, everything described in the books had been nothing but exaggeration, created for women to crave the impossible.

At least that’s what I had concluded… Until now.

Until this alien man stood so close to me, we shared our breath. Until I felt that strange fluttering in my stomach that caused my knees to go weak. I had a premonition that sex with him would be completely different from my previous experiences. I also couldn’t help feeling that if I gave in to him, I wouldn’t be the same person in the morning. I worried sex with him would shatter me into a million pieces. Pieces I would have a hard time putting back into the right spots. Part of me wanted this. Most people didn’t like me, which was why I studied rocks. But if I wasn’t the same person anymore, would that mean I would lose my rocks, too? Without those, who was I?

Coming to Vandruk had always held a hint of danger of losing myself, one of the reasons it had been so appealing, but now it frightened me. What if Dzar-Ghan suddenly understood all the nonsense I said and decided he didn’t like me?

I could have dealt with that. I could have lost myself back to exploring, but what if that wouldn’t do for me any longer?

We had only known each other for a few hours. The things I was contemplating were nonsense. I simply wasn’t the type of person to sleep with a man after I had only known him for a few hours. I wasn’t. Yeah, and that worked out so well for us , my vagina piped up, and I told it to shut up.

His head lowered. Good God, he was going to kiss me!

Part of my brain noted how my heart rate picked up, how little shivers moved down my flesh. Nothing to worry about , I told myself. Completely normal, just your body preparing you for his massive cock. His massive cock . Oh my God .

My heart began to beat even harder, and my breathing increased. Was I on the verge of an anxiety attack? Very curious. My limited sex experience had not prepared me for this. None of this.

In my agitated state, I whipped around, out of his grasp, and straight into… ouch! A tentpole was my last thought before I hit the ground.