Riv's Sanctuary: A Sci-fi Alien Romance, A.G. Wilde [phonics reading books TXT] 📗

see his face, for the door had hissed shut and enclosed them in darkness.

He showered in the dark?

Who the hell did that?

But instead of making her afraid, the darkness made her hyper aware.

It was as if every spot where his skin came in contact with hers was tingling. She could feel each breath he took…the heave of his chest as he pressed into her…his hands pushing against the wall by the sides of her head…

“You,” he growled and the sound made her whimper, not out of fear but because of something else completely different.

The front of her dress now wet, her nipples became hardened peaks against his chest, pushing back against him.

Just a movement, any movement, and the friction would have her nipples pulling across his skin.

He pressed her farther into the wall, his body against hers, the water sluicing off his skin onto her.

He seemed to be fighting with something within himself because his body was rigid, his palms closed into fists, and he was gritting his teeth, fangs bared.

As the moments passed, something in the back of her mind told her she should disentangle herself. She should leave.

She’d interrupted his shower and should be the one to go.

He wasn’t pressing her so hard into the wall that she couldn’t wriggle to the side and make an exit.

However, her feet refused to move.

It was either that or her mind wasn’t sending the signal.

So she stood there, the air between them feeling as if it was rising in temperature, her own chest heaving in tune with his.

And for the first time since she’d crossed that barrier and entered his Sanctuary, Lauren realized something.

She was attracted to Riv.

This went past thinking he was handsome or admiring his physique.

This didn’t feel anything like the advances and leers she’d received from other aliens. When they’d done it, she wanted to make herself scarce.

Right now, she didn’t want to move.

Whatever was happening, she didn’t know if she wanted to stop it.

By God, she didn’t fucking want to stop it.

It took a few moments, but she became dimly aware that between them, against her belly was something long and hard.

The thought of what that could be made her throat go dry in the steamy room.

A part of her mind told her she should be protesting but the majority of her brain cells were more interested in the fact that there was a snarling alien above her, flashing his fangs, and she didn’t feel in the least bit threatened by him.

She felt…alive.

Right now, he felt like something off-limits, something she couldn’t have.

It was no wonder the “bad” kids in high school had always looked like they were having such fun.

Being bad felt fucking good.

But this wasn’t right.

He wanted to get rid of her.

He didn’t want anything to do with her and that’s why she should know better.

Instead, her body was responding to how close he was, the fact she could feel him against her, the fact that every inch of him that touched her was sending a sort of pleasure through her that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

The fuck was wrong with her?

Was she sex starved?

A year without sex could do this to a woman.

Unwittingly, her gaze fell to his lips and she felt his awareness shift, almost as if he realized suddenly that he was too close to her, that she was staring at his lips as if she wanted him to kiss her, and that his entire body was pressing hers into the wall.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, he growled, and that one sound had her thighs clenching with heat.

Lauren swallowed again.

“Riv…I…”

She almost groaned.

Saying his name sounded very, very intimate in the moment and it didn’t help the situation in the least.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.” How she managed to get the words out, she didn’t know.

He grasped her in one motion, spinning her around with such strength she was facing the wall and…she didn’t know this before but…she might be into some light submissive sex play because her entire body was suddenly yearning for him to do more.

He was still pressed against her and she could feel every cord of his taut body. Against her ass, she felt something else. That hard, hot rod was pulsing against her. So close she could feel the ridges along his length.

Ridges.

He had fucking ridges.

If that didn’t make her clench hard, him pressing against her surely did.

It was clear she wasn’t the only one affected by their proximity because she was sure she heard him inhale deeply, his nose dipping to her hair.

His voice was raspy and low when he spoke.

“Leave, La-rehn.”

Two words.

Two words that shot through her consciousness and brought her back to reality.

Lauren stiffened against him.

She was an idiot.

How could she have let herself get away so much she’d forgotten who he was?

The alien she was inconveniencing.

Wringing out of his grasp, Lauren pulled away, her back to him.

She kept her head straight, pure disappointment in herself fueling her anger, and stepped out of the room without a backward glance.

Riv leaned his forehead against the wall of the cleansing room, his breath coming in hard gasps.

Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he forced himself to regain control.

His cock throbbed insistently, missing the warm soft body it had just been against and he slammed his fist into the wall.

He was becoming undone by a barrage of emotions.

Feelings he’d locked away so long ago. Feelings he hadn’t known he still had the capacity to experience.

Every fiber within him ached with need and he had to clench his teeth, squeeze his fists, and plant his feet into the floor so he wouldn’t go after her.

He wanted her.

He’d admit it.

He phekking wanted her.

The memory of her body against his still fresh in his mind was like torture and his cock jerked again, demanding attention.

Gripping himself at the base, Riv clenched his teeth.

As he moved under the spray once more, he let the water run over his head and shoulders and let go of