Page 38 of Riv's Sanctuary

She watched as he paused and rolled his shoulders, stretching his arms into the air.

Eyes widening, her cheeks flushed as Riv pulled his shirt over his head and put it to the side. No longer hidden, a set of stacked muscles were displayed.

Damn.

This seemed inappropriate.

She probably shouldn’t be looking. Yet, she couldn’t look away.

Maybe she’d been in that terrarium for too long and the little bit of sun on the way to the Sanctuary had suddenly awakened her libido…

Or maybe it was because he had snarled in her face so many times in the last hour that her heart sped up with anxiety and her pussy was mistaking that for attraction or something but…

Damn.

Lauren blinked.

He looked good for an alien dude—and for the past year, she’d seen a lot of alien dudes.

He was humanoid. Maybe that’s what this was. He was the first humanoid male she’d been in close contact with since she’d been taken.

Sure, she’d seen a few through the transparent shield of her terrarium but she’d never been close enough to feel their breath on her face—and Riv had come in real close to her earlier. Close enough she could still smell his faint musk.

Lauren’s eyes widened a little.

Suddenly, that deep inhale he did when he’d leaned in close took on meaning.

Had he caught her scent too?

Biting her bottom lip, she didn’t move her gaze.

Instead, she watched as he bent and began working on the animals’ enclosure.

She imagined his hands would be calloused with such hard work. She’d always loved a guy who knew how to use his hands.

Shit.

Where’d that thought come from.

Geez.

A whole year in the terrarium and she hadn’t even touched herself. Suddenly, on an alien farm watching a hunk of an alien and she was having thoughts.

Lauren shook her head and frowned at herself.

She was just about to move when she felt his eyes on her.

Riv was looking her way, a frown on his face and she was sure, at that moment, that he could definitely see her.

Even from where she was she knew he was snarling.

Yea, that was her cue to make herself scarce.

Slinking down on the bed, she lat flat against it.

The door to the room was closed and she realized she felt safe now. Safe enough to relax for a bit.

That was saying something.