Free The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition by Kaitlyn O'Connor

she’d found it hard to believe even then that
he actually thought she was hot. She’d suspected, in fact, that it
was just a game to him to see if he could break down her
defenses.
    She thought it was that fear, as
shameful as it was to admit, that had kept her on the straight and
narrow. If she’d thought he was serious and not just trying to make
a fool out of her, she might well have thrown every other
consideration out the window. The consequences would’ve been
horrendous if she’d been caught, but she hadn’t spent nearly as
much time worrying about getting caught as she had wishing he was a
little older or she was a lot younger and not married.
    The smell of cooking steaks finally
penetrated her preoccupation and she finished cleaning up and
headed into her room to find something to put on. She discovered
Garryk had brought her panties and blouse from the kitchen and laid
them out on her bed, but decided to ignore them in favor of
comfort.
    If he was going to hang
around for any length of time, she reasoned, he might as well get
used to the unglamorous, real Chelsey! Taking out a pair of worn jeans and a
t-shirt nearly as old and stretched out, she considered the bra and
finally discarded it. She rarely wore one around her house since
there was no such thing as a bra that was actually comfortable.
They ranged from torture devices to mild discomfort, but she hadn’t
found one yet that she considered more comfortable than
braless.
    Garryk noticed immediately. He paused
with the pan of sizzling steaks in one hand as if he’d been shut
down. Abruptly, the heat penetrated the pot holder he’d gripped the
pan with and he looked around a little frantically for a place to
put it, dropping it on the top of the range with a clatter. Despite
her amusement, Chelsey surged forward with concern when he blew on
his fingers and slung them. “Cold water,” she said, grabbing his
hand and tugging him toward the sink.
    He coiled around her as she held his
burned hand under the faucet, cupping her breast with his free hand
and bumping the cleft of her ass with his cock—which was as hard as
it had been only a few minutes earlier. “I guess you didn’t burn
yourself too badly,” she said wryly, examining his fingers for
blisters when she shut the water off.
    He nuzzled her hair out of the way
with his nose and covered one ear with his mouth. The heat sent a
rush through her, making her skin pebble all over. His fingers
tightened on the nipple that hardened, poking between them. Chelsey
felt her belly flutter.
    The microwave timer went off with a
ding neither of them paid a lot of attention to. “Saved by the
bell,” Garryk murmured, sucking a patch of skin along the side of
her neck. “I think I’d rather chew on you, though.”
    The suggestive images that gave rise
to brought Chelsey to dew point and she lost interest in the food,
as well. “I doubt that would appease your hunger,” she pointed
out.
    “ There’s hunger and then
there’s hunger,” he murmured huskily, but he pulled away. Leering
at her when she turned to face him, he grabbed her hand and rubbed
her palm along his erection. “Want to sit in my lap, little girl? I
know a game called sit and spin.”
    Chelsey chuckled.
“Pervert!”
    His eyes gleamed with
devilish amusement. “Good thing you can’t read my mind,” he
murmured. “You would think I was a pervert.”
    “ Don’t tease me! I’m
hungry even if you aren’t.”
    Chuckling he grabbed the plates he’d
found, scooped the steaks out and placed one on each and then
grabbed the potatoes from the microwave with his bare hands,
juggling them until he reached the plate. Shaking her head, Chelsey
went to the fridge to collect the bag of salad and a selection of
dressings when he lifted the plates, looked around for her table
and headed toward it. Setting them down on the table, she headed
back into the kitchen for ‘fighting’ utensils, napkins, butter,
sour cream and salt. He grabbed her