Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

meet? They were bad guys, no doubt. But they didn’t just disappear. Had Falden and his men scared them off? Captured them and taken their place?
“Who is Sevron to you?” she asked.
“He is the Caldorian base commander.”
“But they called you ‘commander.’ What are you commander of, then?”
“A small team of guards. Nothing more.”
“Umm-hmmm.” He was a terrible liar. Terrible. “You’re lying and I don’t like secrets, Falden. Especially when they place us poor little humans in danger.”
“Sometimes secrets are necessary.” His lips looked soft. Hot. “To protect you.”
“I disagree.” Her lips pressed to his with the words, and she wasn’t sure which one of them had moved. Didn’t care. The hint of contact was like a lightning rod to her body, but even then she did not fail to notice that he hadn’t included himself among the Caldorian race. Everything he said had been phrased oddly. He’d repeatedly said the Caldorians. Was he not a Caldorian? He looked like one. And if he wasn’t, then who—or what—kind of alien was he, exactly?
“Of course you disagree.” His smile reached his eyes before his sexy lips thinned into something resembling a grin. She knew because she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She just needed a taste. For her mission, of course. This would have nothing to do with how much her body burned right now and everything to do with her selfish need to pay her bills. Kissing him would be strategic. And if her deal with Sevron didn’t pan out, she could write an article about this moment instead.
She would call the feature Kissing an Alien: The Shocking Truth or something equally click-worthy. Advertising income would skyrocket on her blog. She didn’t like this guy. Of course she didn’t. And he didn’t make all her girlie parts wake up and take notice. He was still a jerk. As much as it hurt her heart to even think it, Falden could be the traitor Sevron had been searching for. She didn’t dare trust him, and she had her reasons.
First, he was male. If life had taught her anything, it was not to trust the words of a sexy man who came on full strength from the beginning. They were either insecure assholes or hiding something. Allen Dumont had put the exclamation point on that one. And she had finally, finally learned her lesson. Add her father, with his numerous affairs, her previous boss who hit on every administrative assistant he’d ever had, and Matthew’s deadbeat dad who stole the rent money for alcohol, and she wasn’t really a fan of anyone with a penis.
Aliens had those, too, right?
She looked at Falden’s lips again and hoped he did have the right parts. This fantasy she was living right now would die a painful death if there was no danger of him throwing her over the hood of this car and having his wicked way with her.
Not that she’d let him. But it was a very nice fantasy.
Lives were on the line. Sacrifices must be made. She needed him to trust her. Talk to her.
Want her.
And that’s not the stupid Scotch talking.
All she needed was one little kiss.
Her heart pounded in her ears. Her body flushed with heat. One kiss. Maybe, just maybe she could convince him that she was a helpless human female in need of protection. That she was innocent.
She pressed forward, intending to claim his mouth, but he had his hand behind her head, fingers buried in her hair before she could gasp for air. He took control, locking their lips together with a groan that sounded more animalistic than human, a sound that made her throb deep inside. Her hands blindly reached for him. She needed to touch him. Explore. Taste. She didn’t know she’d made a sound until he shifted her closer.
Falden growled low in his chest. He wanted to claim her. Make her his. He tried to get comfortable in the seat. Furon was in the way.
He laid the sword across the dash, then easily lifted her over the center console. There wasn’t much room, but he was determined to make the tight space work. He needed to be inside her. Needed to pound his shaft into her waiting warmth. He could think of nothing but the taste of her lips, the feel of her soft curves pressed against him.
Everything faded as instinct took over. This female consumed him. There was no one on base waiting for his report. No Caldorian king. No past. No future. There was only now. And her soft breasts pressed to his chest. Her plump lips fused with his. The round fullness of her very feminine curves pressed against his straining cock.
The gearshift poked Isabella in the back of her thigh as she sat sideways in his lap, her feet in the driver’s seat and her back to the glass window. She felt like a contortionist but couldn’t get enough of him. His taste. His rough tongue teasing hers, fucking her mouth the way she imagined his cock would fill her body. The scent of sandalwood, spice and something uniquely Falden drifted to her nose. He smelled amazing. She wanted to get closer.
Falden growled as his hard shaft pressed uncomfortably against his human trousers. There was no give. He wanted to rip them from his body and bury himself in her heat. He knew he’d been shot. He’d been shot many times before. He was even light-headed. He didn’t care. He had time. He was a Lumerian Knight. He would not allow a weapon so primitive as a human gun to end him. He didn’t need a healer. He needed to be inside Isabella. Right. Fucking. Now.
She whimpered in frustration and pulled on his hair, trying to get closer. Closer.
When his left hand settled on the inside of her thigh, she should have slapped him, told him to go to hell. But that wasn’t what she wanted, what she needed. She needed him to touch her. Everywhere. She felt out of control.