Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

was so low that she almost didn’t catch it. “Shower. You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”
She wiggled, suddenly light-headed. “Ah! That thing is still in my ass! And put me down, caveman, before I throw up all over you!”
Falden gave a short bark of laughter, reached up and gave her ass a quick swat. Smack!
“FALDEN!”
Laughter quickly turned to moans, and the sound of rich, deep male satisfaction could be heard over the shower through the thick walls of her apartment. Neither one thought about food for a very, very long time.

Chapter Seven
Falden watched with envy as Isabella’s hands caressed the steering wheel as if touching a lover. Every smile and satisfied mutter she breathed as she drove them—far faster than the human posted speed limits suggested was safe—to the Caldorian base made him grow harder. Trying to ease the discomfort in his cramped legs and rearrange himself in the passenger seat was no easy task. Human transport vehicles were not meant for warriors of his size.
“God, I love this car.” She smiled and he realized he was felling jealous of the car. Ridiculous.
“You are going to draw attention from the police who monitor these roads,” he murmured, not truly caring how fast she drove as long as she continued to look at him as she was now. In fact, if anyone were to follow in a similar transport vehicle, they would be unable to keep up. “Is this the maximum speed of this vehicle?”
At that, she threw back her head and laughed, her foot stomping on the gas. “Not quite. Hang on!”
That had him arching his brow as he was pushed back in his seat by the increase in speed, his lips twitching in amusement. He could not deny her the simple pleasure she experienced while driving the vehicle, and suddenly, he did not mind that he had not mastered the art of driving. As he had learned the moment he touched her, stroked her body, he found it difficult to deny her anything that brought her pleasure. Anything that earned him those soft moans of surrender, made her gaze soften with desire or glow with need.
They were bright now, not with need but excitement.
She was not joking. It would appear she had developed a love bond with this vehicle. “You may have it.”
“Have what?”
“This car.”
She zoomed off the exit toward the base and slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing him from his seat. “What?”
Falden thoroughly enjoyed her look of shock. Delight. Suspicion. Somehow this simple gift had managed to catch her completely off guard. He made a mental note and decided to surprise her as often as possible. “Did I stutter?” He asked the question in a neutral tone as he stared at the glowing swirls on his hands, his arms. She’d done this to him. Everywhere he could see, his markings were lit up with opalescent fire. With light. With her.
The other Lumerians, even the Caldorians would know instantly that this female had chosen to touch him, to rub maju paste on every inch of his body. That she had claimed him in the most primitive way possible among the Lumerian people.
By lighting his markings, they’d announced their intent to begin a life-changing process, the Yielding, where two become one, but he would not force that on her. She had not understood what rubbing his body down would mean. And fortunately he’d warned her not to rub the paste on her own flesh. Otherwise he would have a much bigger problem than the teasing he would be forced to endure. Maju paste had nearly killed two human women. The thought of using the paste on Isabella, spreading it all over her body, heated his blood and put a hard knot in his gut at the same time. He wanted to do it, more than he would ever admit, but the risk was too great.
His reaction to the paste was both strange and unexpected. Need. Pleasure. Fierce protectiveness. He had awakened to the blue swirls covering his flesh and instinct had taken over.
He was hers. She had claimed him. That had not been her intent, and so he ignored his body’s primate reaction. But that did not mean he did not feel the effects of her attention.
Falden had wanted to claim her right then and there. But she was human. As much as he enjoyed belonging to her, even for such a short time, he could not make this permanent. He had a job to do, a duty to his people. He was not free to want a female for himself. The risk of being Falden Corshival’s mate was too great. She would be a target from the moment she truly belonged to him.
No more than five minutes passed before she began to slow the car, the entrance to the first security checkpoint just around the next corner. She knew exactly where it was. Commander Bashall had met with her in a neutral location, but once he’d disappeared, she’d made several attempts to get in—some through the front door, so to speak, and some more covertly. Now that Falden was with her, she could finally get in. Her heart hammered with excitement and no small amount of fear. Sevron was still missing. He’d told her not to trust anyone but King Dagan. She glanced over at Falden, a strange pang in her heart. She wanted to trust him. Wanted…what? A few more nights with him? A week? Forever? Eyes darting back to the road, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before downshifting the gear in preparation to make the turn.
Falden, silent until then, suddenly instructed, “Stay to the left. Do not turn here.”
Frowning, she slowed anyway. “What? I thought we were going to the base?”
Her nipples hardened as he looked her over, his icy blue gaze still filled with heat. “Private entrance. Keep going.”
Pulse quickening, she cleared her throat, glancing farther down the road he wanted her to take. “Ah…okay.