The Bad Touch

THE BAD TOUCH

Raven Willow-Wood

No Holes Barred 6:

THE BAD TOUCH By

Raven Willow-Wood

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© copyright October 2006 Raven Willow-Wood Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright October 2006 New Concepts Publishing Lake Park, GA 31636 www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

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Erasmus looked around at the heavily populated club from his seat at the bar with very little enthusiasm, his jet black brows furrowed in consternation. He began to mull over his situation, examining the strangely fluorescent alcoholic mixture in his glass with displeasure. The High Council had appointed him as the head of the science mission to locate any species that could resist their powerful mind reading. He had been sent specifically to No Holes Barred, since it was a galactic melting pot of races. Since the time he had been mandated to the mission, he had been frequenting the club with no sign of hope in finding a solution to his problem. Perhaps the good people of Lisieux had been wrong in trusting him to complete such an important mission, he thought irritably. He ran a golden brown hand through his long, thick black hair. He desperately didn’t want to go back to his home planet with the news that their situation was hopeless, that there would be no mate anywhere in the galaxy that was compatible with their species and also could not be read. The High Council had been right in one respect. From what he’d been able to ascertain, representatives from all over the known

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universe ended up in the club if one only waited long enough or, as he’d done, cruised the club circuit. And by far, although some did have telepathic abilities, very few had the unique abilities, or flaw, of his own kind, depending upon how one looked at it. Even those capable of communicating telepathically could not see as his people could. They were not instantly burdened the moment they touched to know all, the past and the future. The problem was, they were spared the burden of knowing, but he wasn’t. He had read the lives of many, many different races, searching rapidly at first, with excitement and enthusiasm, emotions he had not experienced before in his life and had had a great deal of trouble dealing with, and then gradually giving up as every female he came into contact with left him with images of their entire lives. Is there no one that can resist the touch? Must my people be doomed to live out their lives with the full knowledge of every detail past and present of their chosen mate? Not that many even bothered to choose mates any more, which was why they’d become so desperate they’d decided to send him out to search for mates. Knowing with the first joining exactly when the relationship would sour, or when one’s chosen would begin to stray, knowing whether or not the union would be blessed by off-spring and even how the off-spring would turn out had become too much of a burden.

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Ironically, there had been a time when they had been arrogant enough to believe the reading was a gift, a blessing. The selection of mate had ceased to be a gamble when their abilities had reached that stage in development where they had only to interact with the possibilities to discover whether or not the off-spring of this union or that would be acceptable. It had proven over time to be their downfall, however. There had come a time when it was not enough that the offspring would be strong, healthy, intelligent, and well adjusted. There had come a time when they began to dismiss one another because this union would not produce offspring beautiful enough, or talented enough, or intelligent enough. And then they had discovered that there was no spontenaety, no excitement, no pleasure, no affection and they had begun to lose interest in one another altogether. His generation had begun to call it the ‘bad touch’, because it inevitably meant that things would turn out badly. Because one couldn’t simply ignore the knowledge, couldn’t stem it because one had met a potential mate that sparked interest. Draining his glass, Erasmus set it down on the bar and dutifully scanned the guests one more time. As he did a slow survey, a woman on the opposite side of the club caught his eye and the strangest thing happened. A sensation hit him square in the mid-section, as if someone had punched a fist into

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his belly and knocked the breath out of him. At the same time, his heart lurched painfully. He had not seen a race such as hers in the club before. Dimly, he recognized her as human and remembered that they had been on his list as possibilities because they were physically compatible. An odd sense of urgency followed the gut churning blow as he watched her. He stood abruptly, before he even realized he meant to. Trying fervently to hold on to the little bit of hope he could, he crossed the dance floor, impatient to touch her, his long muscular legs quickly eating up the distance between himself and the woman. With no clear idea of what had driven him, he found himself suddenly behind her, reluctant now that he was close to touch her. What if she is like all the rest? He thought in sudden anxiety. I don’t know if I can handle much more disappointment. Did he have a choice? Closing his eyes, more because of sudden nerves than because it was at all necessary for a reading, he took a deep breath to steady himself. Slowly he lifted a hand and settled it on her shoulder. Warmth suffused him. An almost electric current sizzled along his nerve endings. His mind was instantly assaulted with a barrage of flitting images, but strangely enough it was like nothing he’d experienced before. They were like a calidescope of sounds, colors, emotions--different, brief, incomplete. He opened his eyes suddenly when the images disappeared, a woman’s sultry voice penetrating his

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thoughts. **** Alana had dressed with care. She left her long, dark brown hair to flow freely down her back, knowing the thick, glossy mass was her most attractive feature, needing the boost to her self-confidence to combat the serious case of butterflies in her stomach. Besides, it accentuated the oval shape of her face and drew attention to her neck, her sweet spot. It tickled the base of her back as she turned this way and that in front of her full-length mirror to examine the “devil wears red” dress her friend had loaned her. Mandy had seen how lonely Alana had been for the past few years. She had told her that if she didn’t get out and get some strange male booty that she would just hire someone to come pay her a visit. Alana had been appalled at the suggestion of paid sex, but her friend was right. She needed to get back in the scene. She needed to move on with her life. Her ex had moved on. It had only taken him a week to marry the girl he’d been sleeping with behind her back. Alana felt tears prick the back of her eyes as she remembered how happy she had been on their five year anniversary. She had been planning their anniversary night for a solid week. She thought she had finally found someone she could look forward to spending the rest of her life with, someone who respected her in turn, who loved her for who she was. How ignorant she had been, how blind and foolish not to see what was happening right beneath her nose. He had only taken

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her out to dinner to let her know that he didn’t want her coming back to his house anymore. He had found someone else, someone young and full of life, someone that had awakened a part of him he said he never knew existed. Bastard! How dare he waste five years of her life to roll over on her and grab the first twenty year old piece of ass that wagged under his nose. And how dare he call her old at thirty when he was forty-two! Wrinkly balled bastard! Alana shook her head to dispel the negative train of thoughts her mind was taking. She needed to be positive. She wanted her first experience at No Holes Barred to be a memorable one. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t dwell on the past. She would take strength from this night, the strength to get on with living. Perhaps, eventually, she could find it in herself to let her guard down enough to love again. If she didn’t catch someone’s eye, she would be leaving with nothing. She couldn’t let that happen. She needed to feel loved, if only for one night. She needed someone to make love to her without worrying what tomorrow would bring. Alana took a deep breath and one last look at herself in the mirror. Deciding that she looked the best she possibly could, she picked up her keys at the door and headed outside to her car, her mind a whirlwind of possibilities for the night ahead. She hardly noticed how much time passed as she drove quickly to the club, anxious for the diversion. The parking lot was packed so she had to park a ways from the

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building, but that was good. It was a cool September night and it took a little of the red blush of excitement out of her cheeks. By the time she finally made it to the door she’d managed at least a semblance of being at ease, but she felt her stomach tighten again with nerves as she waited in line to be admitted. She wasn’t a full member, which meant she was restricted to the ground floor and might or might not find a hook up, unless someone made her an honorary member. She could only hope. Because she’d become convinced that what she really, really needed was to get laid. Alana had only been inside the club a matter of minutes, scanning the people crowding the dance floor, when she felt a large, warm hand settle on her shoulder. The electricity from the touch nearly made her gasp aloud. Startled, she whirled to see who’d accosted her, her mind whirling with the possibility that she’d been mistaken for someone else, or that club security had singled her out for some reason. Despite those anxieties, irritation flickered to life, as well. She preferred not to be touched until she’d invited it and, as she turned, she pushed the hand away. Dazzled the moment her gaze locked on the man behind her, Alana felt her jaw slowly sagging to half mast as her mind struggled to take in the stunning perfection of the beautiful man. Every muscle in her body seemed to seize, instantly tautening and squeezing the air

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out of her lungs in a painful huff. Her brain went on hiatus, sputtering out random adjectives as it struggled to assimilate the vision--exotic, dark and dangerous looking, tall, broad shoulders, a face that was so perfect she couldn’t tear her gaze from it. He wasn’t wearing the security uniform, she dimly realized after several moments of gaping at him. Either he’d mistaken her for someone else, or tonight might very well be a wonderful night “Can I help you?” Alana asked as politely as she possibly could. **** “I’m sorry,” Erasmus said slowly, still in a slight state of shock that he had found ‘her’, the one he had been looking for. Here is someone that can’t be read. He frowned in sudden uncertainty. There had been some images. A few of them revealed him intimately entwined with her, in fact, but they were blurry, unfinished images and for the first time in his life he wasn’t certain whether the images he’d seen were true sight or wishful thinking, because he realized abruptly as he stood staring at her that the strange, debilitating sensations that were pelting him were the product of desire. In fact, he realized with a mixture of excitement and uneasiness, he couldn’t even tell what she was thinking as he looked down into her dark brown eyes. Uncertainty and real fear followed quickly on

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the heels of that realization because he realized he had no idea at all of what to do or say next. And he could see the longer he stared at her with hunger written clearly in his expression that she was drawing away from him, the appreciation slowly fading from her eyes and wariness beginning to take its place. He had to prod himself to think how to proceed. It was a novel experience, but he discovered he didn’t find it particularly pleasant. In fact, it was downright unnerving and distressing. With an effort, he forced his lips to curl into a smile. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. My name is Erasmus. What’s your name?” he said uncomfortably. The sound of his voice was surprisingly pleasant to her ears, sending a new wave of appreciation through her. She liked the hint of a foreign accent in his voice, though she couldn’t place it. Feeling the doubts she’d been entertaining slipping away, she smiled back at him. “You can call me Alana,” she said. Erasmus felt some of the stiffness leave him, smiling back at her this time without consciously forcing himself to do so to ease her wariness, but he realized fairly quickly that he was stumped. His mind was completely chaotic. The ability to reason had deserted him and nothing registered in his mind beyond the heated lust pouring through his veins. A cold sweat began to ooze from his pores the longer he tried to jog his mind into functioning, into providing him with some clue of acceptable courting conversation.

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“Would you like to go upstairs?” he asked a little hoarsely, wincing inwardly the moment the words left his lips, guided by nothing more than mindless desire. Feeling a little ill at the shock that flickered across her beautiful face, he struggled to dismiss it. He was here on a mission, not to actually find a mate. There was no sense in wasting time in getting straight to the point. He needed time alone with this woman, time to discover if she truly was unreadable. Alana was enchanted by his beautiful smile. It was radiant. It brought into play a small dimple in his left cheek and sent her senses reeling out of control again. She was so distracted by the dimple, his smile, and the effect his voice had on her, that her mind was sluggish to interpret what he’d asked her. “Hmm?” she murmured, a little confused, blinking out of Neverland briefly and then caught again as she looked into his hypnotic blue eyes, which gleamed with some emotion she couldn’t place. In spite of all he could do, Erasmus felt the dull red color of discomfort creep into his cheeks. He was tempted to pretend he hadn’t just clumsily invited her to share her body with him, but he could see comprehension enter her eyes after that brief moment of confusion. The trouble was, he wasn’t certain whether hostility would follow understanding, or interest. He was committed now, though. Moreover, he realized he didn’t really regret it. He would if she slapped the hell out of him and walked off, but

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he sure as hell wasn’t going to regret it if she said yes. He cleared his throat a little uneasily, reminding himself that those who came to the club were seeking the same thing he was and that unless she found him unappealing she would very likely agree. “Would you like to come upstairs with me so that we can become better acquainted?” Briefly, Alana was disconcerted--and mildly disappointed. She couldn’t entirely fathom the sense of disappointment, though. She found the guy tremendously appealing, and she’d come to the club with the firm intention of getting laid if she was fortunate enough to find someone who appealed to her enough. It occurred to her after a moment, though, that she should not, definitely not be feeling any sort of disappointment. The guy was drop dead gorgeous, and there was no doubt at all that there was a strong chemical attraction. She found him so appealling she could scarcely wrap her mind around it. Moreover, he was presenting her with the opportunity she’d been hoping for to become a full member. Even her friend Mandy wasn’t a full member. Some people had tried for a long time, even years, to get upstairs and were still waiting, because as exciting as the club was, the benefits open to full members was, from the rumors she’d heard, ‘out of this world’. On the other hand, she didn’t want to appear too eager. “I don’t know,” she said, looking at him assessingly. He was very well built for a . . . human? He could’ve been human. One could never be too

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sure at this club, though. It was probably better not to ask, she decided. She’d find out once she got to a room because she was definitely not going to pass up the chance to get naked with this beautiful specimen … or the opportunity to get a full membership. Contrary creature that she was, though, she was a little miffed. Sure it was nice that he’d singled her out right away, but then she had no idea how many others he’d ‘singled’ out and she realized that she’d lied to herself. She didn’t just need to get laid. She needed to feel special. And she didn’t find it particularly gratifying that he’d looked her over and said ‘let’s fuck’. Ok, she did, but she was still vaguely insulted, too. It was nice to be considered sexy and desirable--and she’d certainly dressed with the intention of being so. But there was more to her than meat formed into a desirable package! He deserved tit for tat, damn it! “Let me just get a good look at you first,” Alana said, walking around him then. She thoroughly looked him up and down, taking in his muscular legs, narrow waist, and broad shoulders. He wore some kind of tight-fitting black material that clung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination she found as she made her way around to his delectably tight, round backside. She couldn’t resist sampling the merchandise and found herself sliding her hand over one check of his firm buttocks, skimming her fingers not so lightly over the crack of his ass.

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To her surprise, she discovered she found it rather titillating to size him up like a potential stud, mostly she realized because he was just plain hot and she couldn’t find any fault with any part of him. She didn’t typically act like this. Of course, she didn’t typically get laid either, but he had already asked her to go upstairs and have sex. She couldn’t think of any reason to have any inhibitions now if she was going to say yes. She didn’t break contact as she continued to walk around him, bringing her hand to rest on his well-built chest, grazing a pert little nipple with her thumb nail. Erasmus flexed involuntarily at the brief contact with his nipple as it sent shivers through him. He hadn’t expected that. Then the realization struck home. I didn’t see that coming, he thought, stunned. Hunger welled inside him at the feel of her hand, eagerness, anticipation--doubt--but the doubt inspired excitement. I could get used to this. “Just checking out what you have to offer,” Alana said on a smile, her eyes glittering as they roamed much lower now, much, much lower. Satisfaction and excitement threaded heat through her veins as she looked down and saw the evidence of his eagerness for her, for it seemed that she could make out every inch of his enormous cock through the material he wore. It had to have been the largest she had ever seen. Her mouth watered at the sight. Deciding she had made all appearances of seeming interested

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and not over eager, Alana began to walk to the coveted stair case that led upstairs. She stopped and turned around when she noticed he wasn’t behind her. “Coming?” she said teasingly. Erasmus shook his head as if waking from a dream. He hadn’t meant to just stare as she walked away. He really couldn’t help it. He had been admiring the lovely way she walked, the way her shapely legs and bottom looked from behind. Brought abruptly back to an awareness of his surroundings, he strode toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist possessively. Leaning down, he spoke quietly near her ear. “I wouldn’t even consider leaving you alone in this place. I might never see you again.” Alana felt a shudder of anticipation waft through her as his heated breath caressed the sensitive shell of her ear. Trying to tamp the rising tide of mixed emotions inside her and behave with a modicum of sophistication, she looked around with interest as they mounted the stairs. Erasmus and the guard at the top exchanged a nod as they reached the upper level. Alana hadn’t even realized she was holding her breath until they moved past him and she exhaled a relieved sigh. Uncertainty fluttered in her chest as they paused briefly, and then Erasmus was leading her down a long hallway that had doors on either side. Sounds of pleasure filtered through each of the doors as they passed, sending little ripples of anticipation through Erasmus. He glanced down at Alana to see if her expression would give him any

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clues as to what she was feeling or thinking at the moment, but he found nothing there that helped assuage his curiosity. His pleasure mounted when he realized he couldn’t tell anything. It was exciting not knowing every thought as it passed through someone’s head. To think other races lived their whole lives like this! Distracted as he was by his growing desires, Erasmus mentally noted that he hadn’t heard any sexual sounds for a while as they neared the end of the hallway. Testing a doorknob, he found it unlocked and entered the room, holding the door open for Alana. To his stunned surprise, Alana rushed past him and practically dove onto the bed, “testing” the firmness of the mattress by bouncing on it with almost childish delight. Sending him a grin that was part bashful, part teasing, she buried her face into the billowy white softness of the pillows and comforter on the bed. Apparently satisfied, she rolled onto her back and kicked her heels off then onto her side, propping her head on one hand and crooking a finger at him. Erasmus watched Alana with a mixture of laughter and desire. Even as he felt the urge to surge eagerly toward her, however, sudden doubt shook him. He had never coupled with a female that was not of his world. He had always known exactly what to do to please the woman, exactly what to touch, how he should touch it, the moment before her climax--everything. Feeling abruptly uneasy and uncomfortably uncertain, he closed the door to the room, locked it, and leaned back against it for support as the realization hit him.

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He didn’t know what to do! He certainly knew how to make love, but he was so used to anticipating what the woman wanted-knowing instantly the moment he touched her exactly what she needed--he discovered that it was extremely disconcerting to realize he didn’t even know where to begin with Alana. He watched her uneasily as she rolled onto her back and propped up on her elbows and gave him a seductive come hither look under her long dark lashes, long strands of her brown hair cascading around her angelic face. His throat closed and he felt like he was suffocating. When he swallowed, the sound was so loud in his ears it further exacerbated his nerves. He forced his lips into a semblance of a smile, but he had a bad feeling it looked as sickly and uneasy as it felt. Raking a shaking hand through his long, black hair, Erasmus stalled for a little bit of time, trying to decide how to approach the situation. He could see she was disconcerted by his hesitancy, however. He would just have to let her make all the moves, he decided abruptly. Surely he couldn’t go wrong that way? If he let her start, he would know what she was interested in and he could work with that. Deciding her impulse to be playful had put him off, Alana slid off the bed, watching him as she struggled to perform an enticing strip tease with hands that shook with nerves. She was glad she’d invested in sexy underwear for the occasion. His eyes narrowed as she removed her dress and tossed it aside, darkening with desire as she slowly discarded her bra and then slipped her thongs off, leaving the

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garter and hose she’d worn. In seconds, she had her dress off and lying carelessly on the floor beside the bed. She hesitated then, uncertain of whether to approach him or wait for him to come to her. Finally, quirking an eyebrow at aloof demeanor, Alana turned away from and crawled onto the bed very slowly, making sure he got a good view of her ass and a peek at her woman’s place as she made her way to the top of the bed and lay down, waiting for him. After an unnerving moment, Erasmus followed suit. Peeling the black material that clung like a second skin off his body in one fell swoop, he crossed the room to stand beside the bed, staring down at her, his mind so clouded with the lust pounding through him that he’d lost all awareness of everything else. His uncertainty had fled, but he was no better off, he realized dimly. He couldn’t think beyond the fact that she was the most beautiful, desirable creature he’d ever set eyes on. Everything about her called to some fierce, primal need inside of him, prompting him to simply fall upon her and take, to taste and touch her all over, to bury his cock inside her and drive into her frenziedly until he assuaged the burning, blinding need pulsing inside of him. He was still fighting the impulse to fall upon her like a madman when she caught his attention by dragging a hand slowly down her body to the soft curls that covered her mound. As he watched, she pulled her knees up, spread her legs, and began to caress her woman’s

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bud with two fingers. Transfixed, his tongue affixing to the roof of his mouth, he watched her, forgetting even to breathe until darkness joined the pounding in his head. Everything on his body tautened, became rock hard, his blood pounding painfully in his temples and through his cock until it began to seem that one or the other or both would explode. Like an automaton, he moved stiffly, without conscious thought. Settling on the foot of the bed, he sat back on his feet and touched himself. A hiss that was part pain part pleasure escaped him as he closed his hand around his aching member and slowly stroked it from the base to the tip. Alana bit her lip, delighting in watching him as she touched herself, in having him watch her as he pleasured himself. Gooseflesh rippled all over her skin and brought her nipples to hardened peaks as she continued little round circular patterns on her woman’s bud, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted to feel him, to taste his flesh, but she wanted to take her time, enjoy the experience. She sat up in front of him then. Grasping his hands, she guided them toward her breasts and then and grabbed his rock hard arms to steady herself as she leaned closer and began to nibble his neck. Erasmus let out a short, harsh breath as her lips brushed the sensitive flesh. The sound excited her tremendously and spurred her on. While he gently cupped and massaged her full breasts, she traced a path from beneath his firm, square jaw to his ear, nipping and licking intermediately, using her sharp teeth to gently graze the hollow of his

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neck. She licked the bottom of his ear delicately, just barely touching his skin. He trembled slightly beneath her and it only made the blood pump harder to her woman’s place. Encouraged by Erasmus’s response, Alana let her hands roam freely over the deliciously warm skin of his upper torso and delved her tongue from the back of his ear around to the front, darting it inside his ear canal briefly. He let out a soft moan of pleasure at that that went straight to her womb, her passage clenching as if he was already inside her. She looked at his face then. He had closed his eyes and his face was contorted in a look of ecstasy that was almost agony. Alana smiled with confidence at Erasmus’s arousal, the power over his body thrilling her deep down in her core, her woman’s place getting wet with desire, with need. While his eyes were still shut tightly, she licked his lips, shocking his mouth open, and then darted her tongue inside his hot mouth. Erasmus recovered quickly from the surprise, kissing her back passionately, moving one hand to her back for support and grabbing the back of her neck with the other, tangling his large hands in her dark tresses as he explored her mouth. She tasted so sweet, so irresistible. He didn’t think he could ever have enough of it. Without breaking the contact of their lips, Alana dragged him back onto the bed on top of her, wrapping her legs tightly around his narrow waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to

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barely rub her woman’s mound on the tip of his cock, evoking another hoarse moan from his lips as the sensations made his cock thrum with pleasure. His cock pulsated with the heat from her woman’s lips as the moisture the tip created helped her to lightly graze it agonizingly back and forth over just the tip of his cock. Erasmus began to nuzzle her neck as Alana had done, trying hard to let her make all the moves, not knowing any other way of finding out what she wanted than to let her show him. It was going to drive him crazy not knowing, not knowing what she was going to do, what she wanted, how she was feeling, what she was thinking. But it made everything all the more exciting. He had to concentrate very hard not to spill his seed as she tortured his body with pleasure. It would be hard waiting for her to find fulfillment since he didn’t know when she was going to reach her climax, he was going to have to figure it out by her reactions. Erasmus sucked gently on the flesh of Alana’s neck as she continued to rub her woman’s mound on his cock, this time letting just the tip inside of her. Her woman’s lips clung to him and his whole body trembled with the need that had been building up. “Oh, that feels so good,” Alana whispered huskily in his ear, licking as she spoke, pushing his engorged cock just a little further inside of her and then pulling completely off again. He groaned through gritted teeth and closed his eyes tightly, trying with every ounce of will he possessed not to spill his seed before she could get

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her own pleasure. “You’re so slick, so warm. It’s intoxicating,” he ground out, his eyes still closed in concentration. Alana looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes drunk with pleasure. “I love the way your hard cock feels on my flesh, it’s getting me so wet, so ready. My body is aching for you. Are you ready? Are you ready to feel me from the inside? Do you want more?” Erasmus inhaled deeply of her neck and gritted his teeth, a muscle working in his jaw with the effort to remain still above her while she slid slowly on and off of his girth. “God, woman! You are so hot and tight, intoxicating. I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he said a little breathlessly, feeling lost, frustrated, and almost angry that he didn’t even know if she was close to completion or not. It was definitely a new feeling for him. “Take me now! I need you inside me!” Alana shouted at him, her nails digging into the flesh of his back as he plunged deep into her woman’s flesh, driving into her until he was fully engorged in her sex. He began a rapid pace with long, deep strokes then and her body strove to meet it. She wrapped her thighs tighter around him, tilting her hips with each thrust so that he drove even deeper inside of her. She began to feel the culmination of sensation building within her. She grabbed his firm ass and helped him drive harder into her, their bodies slamming hard into each other with the frenzy to completion.

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She yelled out as her climax finally rocked her body, her muscles clenching his large girth even tighter until he too reached his climax. He removed himself quickly before he could spill his seed inside of her, and he lay down half on top of her, nuzzling his face in the hollow of her neck, his breath hot on her skin. **** Alana sighed deeply, her body thoroughly sated, her woman’s mound still thrumming with pleasure. She smiled as she looked down her length at his beautiful body, glistening with sweat, enjoying the feel of his whole naked body against her. Erasmus looked up from her neck then and brushed some stray hairs from around Alana’s face. He caressed a rosy cheek and looked deeply into her eyes, still not receiving any visions. “What are you thinking?” he asked quietly. Well that was a first. Wasn’t the woman supposed to snuggle and ask sensitive questions after sex? “Umm. Nothing . . . really. Why do you ask?” “I want to know you. I have never met anyone like you. I am intrigued,” Erasmus said simply, honestly, a serious look on his face. Alana blushed at the comment. She hadn’t been looking for anything but a booty call. All she needed was a little pick-me-up. She hadn’t thought there would be any consequences for her actions. Most men would rather have a one night stand in her experience. Talking and feeling and sharing with a woman were just too

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burdensome, complicated. Men liked to keep it simple. Get in, get out. And now, for the first time in her life, she tried to do the same thing and it didn’t look like she was going to get away with it. “Well, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be rude or anything,” Alana said, making a move to get out from beneath him. “It’s not like that wasn’t some amazing sex or anything. I really enjoyed it, but that’s all I came here for. I didn’t come to talk.” Erasmus held Alana down by her arms, a smooth smile crossing his lips, “And just where do you think you’re going?” “Well, I was just thinking it’s about that time that I should be going. It was nice meeting you, Erasmus. I had a great orgasm. Now it’s time to say goodbye.” She looked at him, her brow furrowing at his silent refusal to let her get up. “What’s the rush?” Erasmus said, bending his head to gently nip at one of her breasts. Alana felt his cock harden against her leg as he began to suckle her breast. His hot mouth sent bolts of electricity straight to her woman’s place. She threaded her fingers into his long black hair as he continued to suckle first one breast and then the other. “Well, since you put it that way, I guess I could stick around for a little while longer.” Erasmus gently rubbed one nipple between his fingers at her comment. “Alright, you convinced me,” Alana said, a smile evident in her voice as she laid down with him until he was on top of he again. She didn’t really have to rush off. All she had to go back home

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to was an empty house full of bad memories. She could stay a while longer and have some more fun. After all, that’s what she was here for. And maybe it would make it a little easier to go home, a little easier to sleep alone. While she was with him, she could pretend everything was okay. And when their time together was over, she would have some new memories to keep her company. Erasmus’ hard cock brought her out of her reverie. She felt it rub hard against her thighs. Alana pushed Erasmus up a little until he broke contact with her breasts and slid down the bed under him until she was staring straight at the head of his cock. She grabbed it with two hands and casually licked the tip like a lollipop. Erasmus’ whole body shook with surprise at her action. Still holding his now very engorged cock in her hands, she tipped her head back and took a look at his face. He had that same cute anguished look on his face that he’d had before. Butterflies flooded her stomach at that look. Alana turned back to the job at hand. She slipped her mouth over the whole head of him, tasting him with her tongue, vigorously whipping it back and forth over the tip. Erasmus began to shake with the effort to support himself over her mouth. Another thrill went through her right down to her toes at his reaction. She began to stroke his length with one hand and massage his balls with the other. A guttural noise emanated from his throat, and she could feel blood rush to her woman’s place. It grew wet with excitement, anticipation.

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Alana moved upward then, kissing and licking his navel, his chest, until she reached his throat. By this time, Erasmus could hardly contain himself. He pushed Alana down into the covers, holding her still for a moment while he tried to regain some composure. He had spent his seed not long before and so quickly she had him ready to spill it again. Damn this woman was incredible! He looked down at her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure. She was tweaking a nipple and playing with the bud of her woman’s mound again. A shockwave of pleasure rippled through him at that look. He kissed her then, passionately, demanding everything. He trailed kisses from her mouth down her neck, massaging her breasts while he suckled the bottom of her ear. He whispered in her ear, “I love the taste of you. The way you feel inside. You are so hot, so tight around me.” His warm breath and naughty words sent gooseflesh all over her body, and she shivered with pleasure. He began his slow torture again, kissing, licking, nipping as he made his way to her breasts down to her stomach, down to her woman’s mound. He brushed her hand aside and breathed a hot breath on the skin of her sex. She shivered again. He gently licked at her now swollen bud. Her legs jumped up at that, but he held her down with one hand so that she wouldn’t move. He began to lick at the lips of her sex while two fingers played with her bud. He dragged his tongue slowly up and down, entering a little, withdrawing. He

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spread her legs wide then and held them down with his strong hands, darting his tongue further into her. She moaned as he slipped one finger inside of her as he continued to lick her bud, the wall of her sex clenching with each delve of his finger, until she thought she would climax. “Please, Erasmus,” Alana panted, “I have to have you in me now before I . . . .” That’s all it took. Erasmus moved over her swiftly then, filling her fully with his swollen cock. He pumped into her furiously, grabbing her ass firmly in his hands as he pounded harder and harder until she screamed out her pleasure. He rode the waves of pleasure with her, yelling out his own release. He fell beside her then, his body totally spent. His words were sluggish as he said, “Stay with me?” The question startled Alana, but before she could answer she heard the soft sound of his breathing. She looked at where he had fallen beside her on the bed, saw his chest rising and falling in sleep. It felt so good to be lying next to him. She hadn’t really realized how truly alone she had felt until that moment. Her throat tightened and tears threatened behind her eyes. She sniffed, refusing to let the emotions vent, for now anyway. She wanted to enjoy the moment. Alana leaned up on one elbow to study him further now that he was totally unaware. He looked so peaceful, so content in his sleep. She smiled at the way his mouth was almost smiling. I guess I really made his night.

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A loose tendril of long black hair had fallen over his face when he had passed out beside her. Alana brushed it away tenderly, admiring the contours of his face. She traced a finger along his strong, square jaw and lightly brushed a finger over his delectable lips, his amazing lips. They were so soft, so sweet. She briefly wished she hadn’t met Erasmus here. Perhaps if they had met somewhere else, if they had been given the time to get to know one another before they had been intimate, then maybe they could have had something together. It shouldn’t have to end like this. But it did. She knew it. She couldn’t stay with him. It hurt. She didn’t want to leave, but she had already made up her mind before she had met him. Besides, he probably didn’t really want her to stay anyway. She would have liked to. Maybe lying in his warm arms could dispel some of the cold that had wrapped its way around her heart. But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t get attached, not so soon after such tremendous loss. This was supposed to be no strings, and she meant to keep it that way. She was going to be strong and stick to her convictions. Alana bent down and kissed Erasmus’ forehead before she got out of bed and got dressed. It only took a few minutes, and then she was ready to leave. She stopped at the door on the way out and took one last long look at his sweet form as he lay sleeping peacefully. She shut the door and left for home, taking her troubled thoughts with her. ****

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Erasmus awoke hours later with a big smile on his face. He stretched at length before he realized that he was alone in the bed. “Shit!” He scrambled out of bed and ran to the door, pulling it wide to see a couple in the hallway. A red-faced woman walked arm and arm with a man covered in blue-striped fur all over his body. They stopped and looked at him butt-ass-naked in the doorway, and she raised an eyebrow and said, “Nice.” Erasmus looked down at his body and slammed the door quickly when he found that he was still completely naked. “How the hell could this happen!” he shouted to himself as he got dressed. “Oh, that’s right, because I didn’t see it coming,” he muttered to himself angrily as he shoved his clothes on quickly, haphazardly. Erasmus wasn’t completely dressed when he left the room in a rush, dashing down the hallway to see if there was any sign of Alana somewhere else in the club. Maybe she just went downstairs for a drink. Yeah. Sure. Keep telling yourself that. She sneaked out. She left without waking me. That was definitely on purpose. This is so frustrating. I finally find someone that can’t be read and then I let her slip right out of my fingers. He ran a hand roughly through his dark hair, thinking as he looked wildly about the room. Alana was nowhere in sight. She had left. He would just have to keep coming in the hopes that she would come back. He had no other choice. She had told him nothing about

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herself, and, because he couldn’t read her mind, he hadn’t read anything. He went to the bar where he had been sitting and waved the bartender over. He really needed a drink to steady his nerves. He sat and sipped the drink, knowing that he would have to come back early the next day and wait for Alana. And if she didn’t show up that day, then he would come back the next day and the next and the day after that if he had to. He couldn’t go back to his home planet without seeing her again. **** Mandy watched Alana approach the table where she sat at the restaurant, the biggest cat-got-the-mouse grin on her face. She couldn’t hold it back. “And how was your night?” she asked as Alana sat in the chair across from her, her smile getting so big it nearly consumed her face. Alana laughed a little nervously at her friend. “Well, it was pretty nice. I mean, I am really out of practice. You know I never really dated that much and then . . . ,” Alana paused, looking away, “Well, you know.” “Come on. I know something had to have happened. Dish! I want to hear all the dirty details,” Mandy said with glee as she clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat, and then she spoke in a rush, “Who hit on you? Were there any cute guys there? Did you make out with anyone? Did you get drunk and dance terribly? What happened?” Her face looked pained as she waited

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none too patiently for the answers. Alana blushed deeply and began to study her hands intensely as the memories of the night before flashed vividly in her mind’s eye. My god that man was good, no wonder her body ached all over. She just hoped that there were no outward signs that she’d had an all nighter. “Alright!” Mandy proclaimed in the lowest whisper she could manage, ducking her head towards her friend and glancing askance at the people gathered at the table nearest them and then whispered loudly, “You got laid didn’t you?” “Mandy!” Alana said indignantly, but they both knew that’s exactly why she had gone there. She didn’t know why it bothered her, maybe because after it was over she had wanted it to be more than just a one night stand. She looked away guiltily. She felt just awful about it, just awful for leaving him while he slept. She wished now that she had stayed and snuggled with him. He probably wouldn’t have wanted her to though. Mandy’s excited voice brought her out of her reverie. “I knew it! You go girl. I know it feels a little weird right now. In fact, you’re probably feeling a little guilty. Well, let me just tell you something right now. You are not chained to that damned unfeeling, cheating, no-good bastard anymore. You are beautiful and fun and single. And you have every right to get out there and have some fun. Really. It’s about time. Don’t start feeling bad and

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thinking about him.” Mandy was right about one thing. She definitely felt guilty, but it wasn’t about her ex. “Well, if you must know. The answer is yes. I met someone last night. His name is Erasmus. But I don’t see why we should talk about him since I won’t be seeing him anymore, per your directions. You told me that one-nighters meant that you don’t see them again in the morning, preferably never.” Mandy just gaped at her friend for a few moments before speaking, “Not talk about it? How could we not talk about it? I’m your best friend. You tell me everything. Besides, it’s part of the therapy,” Mandy said matter-o-factly, nodding her head, her look serious. “Therapy?” Alana queried. “Yes. As the person best suited to see to your welfare in these dire times, I have already prescribed the best medicine for the road to wellville. Dress sexy, take a night out, get a man, and then tell me all about it. Believe me, once you’re done telling me all about it, you’ll feel right as rain.” “You are something else, Mandy. Really,” Alana said, emphasizing one of Mandy’s most used words, and then, with more sincerity, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “I know, but don’t change the subject. You were just about to tell me how your night went with . . . . What was his name?” “His name is Erasmus. He is beautiful. In fact, I met him only

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a few minutes after I’d entered the club. He is like the perfect fairytale prince. Tall, dark, handsome . . . and great in bed,” Alana said with a heavy sigh, looking a little forlorn. “Well, that’s just wonderful. If he was so great, why do you look so sad? You should be happy you had a great time. Now that you’ve broken the ice and stopped thinking so much about your exbastard, you can go out there and have fun with all kinds of guys,” Mandy said, patting Alana’s hand for support. “That’s just it. We didn’t even talk to each other, but there’s something about him that . . . I don’t know . . . has me wanting more. And I really want to see him again. Is that silly?” Alana asked, biting her lip, a little scared to hear the answer. “Look, it’s normal to have a rebound, but I don’t think that you’re ready for another commitment. You should go out and play it safe for a while. Don’t stick to one guy for the moment. I think 99% of all relationships that start up right after something long-term are doomed to failure. Besides, your heart needs some time to heal.” “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m just being silly. I guess it was just that it had been so long since someone paid me any real attention, real affection,” Alana looked away, an emotional knot forming in her throat. She swallowed past it, trying hard not to show any outward signs that she was disappointed in what her friend said. “He was just so wonderful, patient, kind, almost . . . loving. And it was so cute the way he kept acting,” she paused as she searched for

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the word, “well, surprised, by what I did, but I’m sure I just blew it all out of proportion. He was there for straight sex just like I was I’m sure.” “You can bet your ass all the men at the club are just waiting to get a piece,” Mandy said with a grimace. “It’s not the place you go to meet your lifelong partner, just someone to hang out with for a while.” **** The next night at the club, Erasmus waited patiently in his favorite seat at the bar. He had been there since the club opened, not wanting to miss any chance at seeing Alana again. It took hours, but his patience finally paid off. Ten minutes till midnight, Alana appeared through the doorway of the club. She looked just as stunning as she had the night before. She was wearing a little black dress, and it hugged her curves in all the right places. Alana caught sight of Erasmus leaning back casually at the bar. His hungry gaze ravished her from across the room. A tremor went through her at that look. Oh no. She looked away quickly, trying to pretend that she hadn’t seen him. Damn! He looked better than she remembered, but she couldn’t let that affect her decision. She was going to see someone else tonight. She couldn’t have anything to do with him. She really wanted more than just sex, and that was all he was after. Mandy had been right. She was just emotionally vulnerable right now and didn’t need to go headlong into a serious relationship.

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Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, Alana headed straight past the dance floor for the stairs that would lead her to the great sexual beyond above. Now that Erasmus had made her an honorary member by taking her back there, she didn’t need an escort. She reached the top of the stairs without incident and thought she was home free when she heard a deep sexy voice behind her, gooseflesh rippling over her body at the sound that she was becoming familiar with. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Erasmus said, his deep voice sounding a little husky to her ears. Alana turned around, unable to resist looking at him. Upon examining his expertly toned physique again, she saw something in his eyes that made her tingle right down to her toes. She tried to play innocent. “Oh? I didn’t really expect to see you here tonight.” Well, that was the truth at least. She figured after he got what he wanted from her, he would be on to the next woman. After all, that’s what usually happened in clubs, right? “I think you know I wanted to spend some more time with you. Why did you leave when I was sleeping?” he said, his brow cocked quizzically. He didn’t wait for her response. Instead he walked right up to her until he was mere inches away, his eyes warming her skin with the passion they possessed. Intoxicated by the pure male scent of him, by the heady desire he inspired by his closeness, it took Alana a few moments to

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remember that he had asked her a question and waited for a response. “Well, I didn’t want to wake you because I thought you were tired, for one thing. You did just kind of pass out. And for another, I thought that you probably didn’t want to see me anymore, and that we had some great sex and that was it.” “You’re right about one thing,” he said, lowering his head until he was whispering in her ear, his hot breath on her ear and neck sending gooseflesh all over her body, “We had terrific sex. I’m glad to hear you thought so as well. But you are wrong about me. I didn’t come here to see a lot of women. I came here for you,” he said, his words warming her right down to her woman’s place. “Me?” Alana said, a little confused at his statement. “Yes, I came here for you,” he said matter-o-factly, pausing only to sweep her off her feet and carry her down the hall to an empty room. “You are all that I want. And I will have you right now.” It was a demand, not a request. She snuggled against his hard chest, breathing a deep sigh and reveling in the romantic gesture. Ah . . . what a man! Right about now he could do anything he wanted to her. She didn’t care any more. Everyone else be damned. She wanted him and he wanted her, and that was all that mattered. She could have one more night. She could think about tomorrow when it happened. Erasmus stopped abruptly near the end of the hallway and checked a door. It was unlocked. Without putting her down, in one fluid motion he expertly opened the door, stepped inside, and locked it

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securely behind them. He carried her slowly to the bed, his dark blue eyes heavy with desire. Alana blushed all the way to her ears at the intensity of the look and, feeling abruptly shy, tried to hide her face against his shoulder. “Don’t,” Erasmus whispered, his voice hoarse with need. Alana looked up in surprise. “Don’t what?” she queried in a small voice. “Don’t hide that beautiful face . . . ever,” he said gruffly, tenderly laying her down on the bed and moving over her, slowly removing her dress and his clothes. He kissed her, soft sweet kisses all over her face. Then he nipped gently at her lips, making her gasp with pleasure. The sound struck something deep inside Erasmus. He didn’t know what lay ahead in her future, but he knew he wanted to be a part of it, couldn’t stand the thought of being without her. He needed her now and forever. He bent his head and began to suckle her breasts, ravishing her body with his caresses. Alana cried out with surprise, moisture immediately pooling in her sex, the muscles clenching in anticipation. She grabbed his shoulders and held them tightly as he tortured a nipple, sucking and licking it until it was almost painful. Then he grabbed her other breast, holding it firmly in his large rough hand so that he had better control over it, to flick his tongue over it, nip ever so lightly.

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The moans of pleasure coming from Alana were almost Erasmus’ undoing. His cock was hard, pulsating with blood, a drop of semen already on the head, ready to plunge deep into her hot, moist depths until all of his energy was spent. But he dared not take her yet. He would surely spill his seed the moment he was inside her. He moved up to her neck, remembering how she had teased him before, biting and sucking until he reached her ear. His tongue darted into her ear, and she writhed in pleasure beneath him. He relied upon his senses to guide him, her soft moans of pleasure and sharp intakes of breath and when she began to urge him to take her, he yielded to his own needs at last and drove his engorged member deeply into her hot passage. The pleasure overwhelmed him, driving him to thrust and retreat at a frantic pace. When she stiffened and began to utter sharp cries of ecstasy, it sent him over the edge. He orgasmed explosively, shuttering and groaning as his seed spilled inside of her. When all their efforts were spent, Erasmus held Alana tightly to him. He reveled in the feel of her next to him, silently wondering what she was thinking, how she felt about him, what lay ahead for them. If he had anything to do with it, their paths would intertwine indefinitely. It was wonderful to not be brought down by the unexceptional, by the knowledge of all past and future events, but in the same token it was pure torture because there was no certainty, and it scared the shit out of him. He held her tightly until she fell asleep,

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not daring to move until he was sure that she would not wake from his movement. He had to leave. It would be the hardest and longest hours of his life, but he had no choice. He carefully got out of bed and got dressed, making sure to take a long look at Alana sleeping peacefully before he pressed the transmitter that would take him home. **** Erasmus could only hope that he could meet with the Council Members and get back before Alana woke up. There was no telling how she would react if she found that he was not there. They were treading lightly as it was. He needed to make sure that she could trust in him, depend on him, believed in him. The meeting lasted for hours, in which time Erasmus imparted to the High Council his discovery. He had found hope for the future of his people. As soon as the meeting was over, Erasmus rushed back to the bed where he had left Alana, but it was too late. She had already left. In a panic, Erasmus paced back and forth across the room, not sure what to do next. Finally, he came to the only conclusion he could, he would do as he had done before, he would wait at the club. It was the only solution. **** It was weeks later that Alana finally made it back to the club and only under much duress from Mandy. Her constant prodding

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about getting out there, her nagging about moving on had finally worn down Alana’s resistance. She was physically there, but she had left her heart somewhere else. I can’t believe what a fool I’ve been. I laid my heart out on my sleeve and just let him walk away with it. I should have known better. It was silly to mourn the loss of someone you barely knew, but Alana couldn’t help it. She had just felt for sure that because he had chosen to share another glorious night with her, because of the sweet words he had spoken, and the wonderful way he had made love to her that he had meant for there to be something more between them. But she had been wrong. He hadn’t wanted anything more than another night of sex. The proof was in his quick departure which she discovered after waking later that night. She didn’t know how long she had slept or when he had left, but the message was clear, he had gotten what he wanted and left. Alana stood stiffly beside Mandy at the bar, eying her hands intently, not really feeling social, wanting more than anything to just stay wrapped up in her thoughts. A deep voice penetrated her musings and sent a pleasurable shiver coursing through her. “I thought I’d never see you again,” Erasmus spoke softly, his voice full of emotion, his hands reaching out to hold Alana’s. A lump of emotion began to form in Alana’s throat, and she struggled against the tears forming at the back of her eyes. She turned her head away from him, not wanting to show him how much he had

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hurt her, not wanting to feel anything anymore. “I’m sorry I left like that. I thought I could get back before you woke up. Obviously, I was wrong.” He paused and dragged a hand through his dark tresses, mulling over his next words. “I should have tried to explain before, but I just didn’t have time,” he began, speaking slowly so that he had time to choose his words well, not wanting to dash any chances he had left to get back in her good graces. “I was sent out on a mission by my people and required to report back on my findings. I would not have left you like that otherwise.” Puzzlement penetrated Alana’s hurt, but a deep, painful suspicion blossomed in the pit of her stomach, as well. “A mission?” Erasmus could see from her expression that he had already bungled … badly. The problem was, he wasn’t exactly certain of how he had erred. After frantically reviewing what he’d said a couple of times, it occurred to him that he might have given her the impression that she had something to do with the mission. And, of course she did, but not in the way she appeared to believe. “Later … I will explain all of it later if you wish to hear it. The important thing is that I’ve found you again.” Alana blinked at him. “Why is that important?” He smiled a little uneasily. “I knew the moment I met you that you were the woman I wanted to be my life companion. Will you accept me?” Alana stared at him in blank surprise and dawning hope. “You

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won’t mean … you want to marry me?” Erasmus cast around in his mind for the definition and finally nodded, waiting tensely to hear her response. Alana chuckled nervously. “You don’t think we should get to know each other a little better first?” Disconcerted, trying to smother a sense of defeat, Erasmus said, “I know what I feel. I had hoped that you felt the same for me.” He frowned. “I came seeking a mate … and I want you.” Alana felt abruptly as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, wondering if she should try her wings to see if she really could fly. He was right. Two people could date for years and they still might not really know each other. Going with her feelings might lead her into trouble, but she had thought she knew her ex, and look how that had turned out. She knew nothing about Erasmus beyond the fact that she wanted to be with him more than anything in the world. She smiled. “I didn’t come to find a mate … but I’m glad I found you. Yes! I want to be your lover, your friend, your companion! I can’t think of anything I want more.”

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