Free Return by Jordan Summers Page B

Her skin bristled against her nerves, causing a thousand tiny explosions to detonate at once.
    Orion didn’t grab her immediately. Instead, he caressed her with his gaze, drinking in her shape like a dehydrated hitchhiker guzzling water in Death Valley. A moment later he reached for her.
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    The clothing ripped easily as he tugged the covering away from her glistening white skin. She glowed like the moon that orbited this planet. Brigit whimpered as his mouth descended to her pert nipples. The second his lips made contact with her skin she gasped. Orion growled. The taste of her flesh was intoxicating and he hadn’t even delved into her woman’s center.
    How many years had he spent searching for this sensation? This taste? This touch? This type of connection?
    Too many.
    Orion peeled the rest of the barely there costume away from her body, then reared back to look his fill. She was small, but perfectly shaped. Enough for him to feast upon. He’d tease her into pleasure she’d never even known existed, taking her body to heights she’d be unable to return from. He fought to keep from throwing her on the bed and plunging his cock inside her quim.
    He glanced at the trophy on the container holding her clothes, happy that he’d been able to help her obtain it. But it was nothing compared to the lush prize in front of him. Now that he’d managed to get her away from the Earthman, he’d make sure she stayed away.
    Orion plowed his hands into her red tresses, luxuriating in the feel of the silky hair as it glided through his fingertips. He’d never seen anything quite so beautiful. It reminded him of Zaronian sunsets over the Tazda Sea, as the last rays of the sun bled into the water.
    In the back of his mind he heard the tremor of a warning that he could no longer heed. He was too far gone to stop touching her now. He skimmed her dusky nipples with the back of his knuckles, grazing her flesh until they puckered even tighter, bringing a whimper from Brigit’s throat. He catalogued the sound in his mind, planning to replay it later after he’d delivered his message and departed.
    Brigit quivered as he teased her lush peaks. Sweat beaded his brow as he exerted viselike control over his growing need. He expected to hear fabric ripping any moment as his cock expanded, tenting his flight suit.
    Orion skimmed his rough hands over Brigit’s bare shoulders, her skin flushed and fevered beneath his touch. Gooseflesh rose in his wake. The citrus scent of her skin blended seamlessly with her natural juices. He couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her. He wanted her this second, but held back. He had to make sure her body was prepared for his invasion. Orion knew he wasn’t a small man and Brigit seemed diminutive by comparison. He wouldn’t rush and take the chance of injuring her, when it was unnecessary.
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    Brigit’s head was spinning. Her nipples were so engorged they hurt. Every rasp of Orion’s fingertips brought her closer to completion. Never in all of her years of dating had she ever brought a guy back to her room and allowed him to rip her clothes off. None of the guys she’d gone out with were the clothes-ripping type.
    She had to admit that Orion didn’t exactly fit into the “typical” guy category, but still…
    She followed his large hands as they moved to the front of his costume. It didn’t exactly unzip when he touched the material, it simply separated without a sound. Brigit had never seen anything like it. Later, she’d ask him where he got the material, but for now she wanted to feast her eyes on what the outfit revealed.
    She watched as Orion pulled the cloth away from his chest. His blue and green eyes glittered with intensity. Brigit licked her suddenly dry lips as the rings piercing his nipples appeared. She’d never dated a guy with piercings before. She had a whole new appreciation for body jewelry. Brigit moved, lifting the tattered material from her arms, not once looking