Alien Tango

but he liked to make me tell him aloud. “I need you . . . inside me. Please, Jeff . . . ” His fingers started up again. It was wonderful, but tormenting, because the part of him inside me wasn’t what my body craved.
    “How badly do you want it?”
    “More . . . than anything.” This was true. When he had me like this, there was nothing I wanted more than to have him deep inside of me. Of course, I wanted the same thing when I wasn’t at the edge of sexual insanity, too, but that wasn’t important now.
    His mouth covered mine, and his tongue slid in as his fingers slid out and moved around to my back. Martini let go of my wrists, slipped both hands down, cupped my bottom and lifted me up. As my legs released his, he stripped my underwear off. He spun us around, so my back was against the wall. His fingers kneaded my flesh as I kicked my shoes off.
    I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He growled and pulled me closer to him while his mouth moved back to my neck. I managed to moan his name and grind my pelvis against his.
    “That’s what I want,” he whispered against my neck. I writhed against him; his tongue and teeth were on a spot that turned me incoherent. Then his hands guided me onto him—the fireworks went off in my brain, and coherency wasn’t something I was concerned about any more.
    My hands clutched at him and my mouth was open, but this orgasm was so intense I couldn’t make a sound. His mouth covered mine again as he wrapped his arms around me. His thrusts were hard and fast and kept my orgasm going.
    Our kiss got deeper and more intense as my latest climax subsided. I ran my hands through his hair and rocked my hips to keep Martini as deep inside me as possible. We slammed into each other over and over.
    My whole body felt like an erogenous zone—any place it touched his tingled and burned. Martini’s chest rubbed against my breasts while his hands roamed my backside, causing shock waves of pleasure to course through me. I slid my legs down and pushed against his behind to help him go deeper. Our movements were frenzied, and I screamed into his kiss, as another orgasm crashed over me.
    His head reared back, and he roared as he exploded inside me. The room spun as my orgasm spiked in time to his—I buried my face in his neck and sobbed from erotic overload as our bodies throbbed together.
    After what seemed like hours, our bodies began to calm, the throbbing diminished to weak pulsation, then slowed to gradual stop. Martini kissed my head, and I managed to move so he could reach my mouth. His kiss was tender and soft, and my body relaxed as he guided me to the floor, still kissing me.
    I didn’t want this to end, but then, I never did. However, duty called and I had to figure, out of the way and soundproofed or not, someone was going to bang on the door soon to determine just how a cat in heat had gotten locked inside.
    Martini smiled against my mouth. “You worry too much.”
    “Mmmm, you always give me good reason.”
    “As long as it’s always good.”
    “Always.” He kissed me deeply again, and I decided to push worrying off for another long while.

CHAPTER 19
    MARTINI PULLED AWAY FROM ME slowly and stroked my face. “I love you.”
    “I love you too, Jeff.”
    He shook his head. “Nothing in this world matters more to me than you. Your happiness, your safety. I’d lock you up at the Science Center to keep you out of this situation, but I know you’d get out somehow.”
    “I would, because I won’t let anything happen to you, either.”
    He gave me a small grin. “I know. That’s what I tell myself every time we’re in danger—at least I’m there to catch you when you fall.” He meant this literally—there had been more times than I could count now where he’d just managed to catch me before I’d splatted onto the ground.
    “Someone has to keep your hearts beating.” Also meant literally. I’d plunged the adrenaline harpoon into his hearts the second day we’d known each other. It was almost romantic, sort of “our thing”—he’d catch me, I’d stab him with a huge needle. Maybe we were adrenaline junkies, the Sid and Nancy of Centaurion Division.
    He slid my top back up, taking time to stroke my breasts. I would have zipped his pants, but we’d learned that any time I did this we somehow ended up with fewer clothes on. I was willing to take the risk, but before I could suggest it, my phone rang.
    I sighed and went to