Touched by an Alien

submitted to his will.
    He ended the kiss slowly. “Are you mine?” he asked, looking right into my eyes. “Do you love me?”
    I couldn’t avoid saying it aloud any more. “Yes, Jeff. I’m yours, only, and, oh, God, I love you so much.”
    Martini gave me another slow smile. “Good. I’d hate to be madly in love by myself.”

CHAPTER 59
    MARTINI PICKED ME UP and cradled me in his arms while I buried my face in his neck. “I thought you hated me again.”
    He kissed my head. “I just didn’t want to have to feel your guilt anymore. Seemed like a good way to solve your issue of being in an elevator with me.” He had that right.
    “Your blocks aren’t back?” I looked up from his neck, worry crashing over me.
    “No blocks from you.”
    “But—”
    He kissed me, deeply, but not violently. “I don’t want to explain it now, but it has to do with being in love with you.”
    “Oh. That’s okay then.”
    My body finally stopped trembling. He put me down, though he kept one arm around me. Then he hit the button and the elevator started moving again. “Jeff, I can’t go to a meeting looking like this.”
    “You’re not. I wasn’t kidding—the meeting was canceled. I was coming to tell you it was moved to tomorrow so we could get the rest of our team assembled.”
    “Then why are we going down?” I had no argument about how he’d chosen to share this news. I was ready to stay in the elevator and stop it on the way up, too. The elevator doors opened, and he pulled me out.
    “Because I want to be alone with you, and there are only a few places where we can do that right now.”
    “One of our rooms wasn’t an option? Or staying in the elevator?”
    “No.” He led me into a room that didn’t look as though it saw a lot of visitors. It was the most normal room I’d seen at any of the A-C locations. It looked like a typical family living room—couch and love seat, a couple of easy chairs, large television set placed, as almost all humans with TVs do, as the room’s centerpiece. There was a wall unit with stereo equipment, VCR and DVD players, and a variety of books and magazines, the usual coffee table set, some throw pillows, and an afghan.
    There was also a small refrigerator. Martini went to it. “Regular Coke or Cherry Coke?”
    “Um … Cherry.” I stopped worrying about how they got this stuff and rejoiced that my soda habit wouldn’t suffer.
    He opened the fridge and handed me a can and a straw. He took one as well and settled himself on the couch. I curled up next to him. He lifted a remote off the end table and turned on the TV.
    “Really, “Fantasy Island” reruns?”
    “I like them. “Love Boat” comes on later. Besides, there are no baseball games being televised today.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I checked the cable guide earlier.”
    I thought about this as Mr. Rourke and Tattoo waved to de plane. “Who designed this room?”
    “Aunt Terry.” A commercial came on and he changed the channel. Now we were watching “Scooby-Doo.”
    “Oh, this is the one where the ghost is actually the handyman.”
    “That’s every one.”
    “Then why didn’t you just stay on Fantasy Island’?”
    He grinned. “I’m male.”
    He was that. I leaned my head on his chest while he hugged me close to him and flipped through all the channels. I do mean all. They had top of the line cable here, and we had over 200 choices. Springsteen was right, though—nothing much was on.
    “Is it hurting you to hold me like this?” I remembered what he’d looked like the other day.
    “We heal fast, too. I’m still a little sore, but no bruises left.”
    “Not even on your chest?” I’d slammed that needle in pretty hard.
    “Maybe there.”
    I unbuttoned his shirt. Everything looked normal other than right above his hearts. There was a small bruise still obvious. I couldn’t help myself—I started kissing his chest.
    “Mmmmm, God, that feels good.” He stroked the back of my neck while I ran my hands, lips, and tongue over his bare skin.
    I was getting aroused, not that this took a lot of effort when I was around him. I moved up his neck, and he shifted me into his lap, on my knees facing him. He unbuttoned my shirt and undid my bra, slowly and sensuously this time.
    I kissed his mouth as we ground against each other, the bare skin of our torsos creating erotic friction. His hands slid up my back, under my shirt. He pressed me down against him while his fingers massaged my flesh,