Page 31 of Captured By the Alien Captain
I want to be angry. Getting all flushed over this man feels like nothing but a weakness. I don’t enjoy the way he’s swayed me to all those touches he sends my way. I should not want to feel his touch. No matter how many times I tell myself to stop, it’s not enough.
I am craving this man. Craving to finish what we started earlier.
No way. Caving in is not an option. Not while so much madness is happening in the background.
If a true truce can take place, an end to this constant fight, then maybe…
I shake my head, answering my thoughts without voicing my concerns.
“Never. Only for you,” Runar answers. Seeing the way I scowl at how his answer makes me feel, he smiles unknowingly. “I’ll take any chance I can to touch you.”
Running a hand down my face, I choose not to comment. No matter what I say, Runar is too deep into his feelings to understand where I’m coming from.
He leads us right back to his room and motions for me to enter. I’m too tired to think about suggesting that maybe it would be better for me to sleep in a space with a little distance between us.
Going to my bags tucked away in the corner, I’m thankful to see there’s something in here to sleep in. The nightgown he was touching earlier can’t be an option. Not when he seemed so fascinated with the fabric. With most of my belongings tucked away, I pause before pulling away.
My gut is telling me that Runar plans on keeping me at his side. The way he was talking before, he truly believes we’re soulmates. Separating from his side is nothing but wrong when it comes to arguing with fate.
“Are you alright?” Runar calls, noticing my distant stare.
Looking his way, I choke on my next words.
He’s not the type to get bashful. Not when he doesn’t think twice about stripping out of his outfit. His shirt is long gone, giving me an eyeful of his chest. Way too much skin. In the light, I can see flakes of gold scattered across his chest. Almost like freckles.
Shit. My mouth is watering. My stomach clenches while my body begs me to close the space between us.
Instead, I nod my head and run for the bathroom to get changed. The longer I’m near him, the worse I get. As of late, I hardly ever find myself alone.
When I return, I’m glad to find him lying down. Approaching his bed, I hesitate. His bed is dangerous. Mistakes will be made if I lay next to him.
I could steal one of the pillows and make a bed tucked away in the corner. The room is pretty warm. I wouldn’t need a blanket.
Runar lifts his arm, beckoning me to come lay down. I bet he’s the cuddling type. A big brute like him would be.
As bad of an idea it is, I’m moving to accept his offer. I can’t help it. Not when his cinnamon scent fills my system. His body is welcoming as he pulls me flush against his chest.
Runar doesn’t kiss me or slide his hand between my thighs. He sniffs my hair and sighs as he motions the lights to turn off. Then he just lays there. He’s going to sleep.
Why am I disappointed?
“I can feel you staring at me,” he murmurs as he tugs me closer. “What is wrong, my queen?”
“Nothing,” I lie. So much is wrong. Runar is wrong.
I might complain if he kisses me, but I want him to. If he’s the one stealing moments, I can’t blame myself for siding with the wrong side. Now that he’s not taking and giving me the choice to partake, I’m left wanting to kick my feet and throw a tantrum.
I want to kiss him. I want to feel his touch. I want so many things I shouldn’t.
As if he can feel the rush of thoughts brewing in my mind, his mouth grazes my forehead. “We need rest if we want tomorrow to be successful. If you’re worried about the outcome–”
“I’m not,” I interrupt much to my surprise. I have confidence in Runar, more than I do with Hendrick.
“Then tell me what has you stressed,” he orders, his voice thick in the darkness. “Let me help you get rid of this restlessness.”
One kiss. One kiss to ease this hunger I keep trying to deny. One kiss to ease the anxiety I’m secretly feeling because of the unknown outcome of this odd relationship forming between us at a rapid rate.
“Kiss me,” I whisper soft enough that I barely hear it. There’s no denying the desperation behind my voice. “Just once.”