Page 39 of Rock Hard Alien

“Were you checking whether I needed help?”

“No.”

“At least you’re honest.”

He climbed after me. The platform dipped beneath his weight, but only a little. It was going to be fine. And if we ended up breaking the platform, at least he had wings to stop us from falling.

Cairn crouched beneath the sloping roof. Even kneeling, he seemed far too large for the space. His horns almost brushed the beam above him, his wings were folded tightly behind his back and the tip of his tail hung through the railing.

At some point, we'd need a bigger cottage. For now, we'd make do.

I reached for the hem of my jumper.

His attention snapped to my hands.

The humour vanished from his expression as I pulled the damp fabric over my head. My shirt followed. Cairn didn’t blink. I removed my bra and dropped it onto the floor, revealing my breasts to him.

I didn't feel self-conscious at all. There was no urge to cover my boobs or hide under the blanket.

His nostrils flared.

“That scent,” he said roughly.

“Which one? Mud? Rain? Anxiety?”

“Desire.”

I should have known better than to ask.

I kicked off my shoes, then pushed my trousers and underwear down together. Bending hurt my ribs, but I managed without making a face. Mostly.

Cairn remained motionless. His tail had stopped flicking. It was now wrapped so tightly around one of the railings that I worried he might bend the iron.

“Well?” I asked.

“You are more beautiful than I imagined.”

“You imagined me naked?”

“Frequently.”

Heat rushed into my cheeks. “At least you didn’t pretend otherwise.”

“You said you wanted all of me.” His gaze moved slowly down my body. “I want all of you too.”

He reached for me, then paused before making contact.

I caught his hand and placed it on my breast.

That was all the invitation he needed.

Cairn pulled me against him and kissed me. His mouth was hungry, his fangs scraping my lower lip as his rough tongue swept against mine. His hand covered most of my breast. He squeezed, rolling my nipple beneath his thumb until it tightened.

His tail released the railing and slid around my waist. The tip travelled up my side, tracing the curve of my other breast before circling the nipple. The touch was more precise than I’d expected, the very end of his tail curling and flicking across the sensitive point.

I gasped into his mouth.

“You can control it that well?”