Invasion Earth by Loribelle Hunt

up something that looked like
creamy white cotton and lifted the food to her mouth. Her eyes
flashed annoyance but she opened her lips for the offering, humming
when as her lips closed around it and he slid the utensil free. He
took a bite and found himself echoing her approval.
    “What is this?”
    “Mashed potatoes.” She grinned. “Bad for you,
but oh so good.”
    He cocked an eyebrow and fed her another
bite. “Bad how?”
    After swallowing, she answered. “Fattening.
Lots of milk and butter.”
    Grinning, he continued to feed her, this time
cutting off a piece of soft meat. “Don’t worry. I’ll work it
off.”
    It looked stringy and a bit red to him, but
she groaned when it hit her taste buds. He took a bite but didn’t
find it as appealing as the potatoes. Too bland for a palate more
accustomed to hot spicy foods. He speared a cylindrical green
vegetable. Her reaction to it wasn’t as satisfying, but she did
close her eyes and chew with a sigh.
    “And that?”
    “Green beans. And roast. Can I have another
bite of the roast, please?”
    He speared the meat with the fork again and
watched as an expression of near bliss crossed her face. There was
something incredibly alluring about watching the woman eat. His
cock swelled and urged him to hurry.
    “You act like it’s been years since you’ve
eaten,” he joked, trying to distract himself from the lust surging
through his veins.
    “Mmmm,” she mumbled around a mouthful of the
roast. “Army rations leave a lot to be desired. What did you do?
Kidnap one of our civilian chefs?”
    He chuckled. “I have no idea, but I think
I’ll find one to take back to Delroi with us.”
    She didn’t react to his mention of his home
world. Disappointment and irritation warred together. She was still
resisting their union despite it being inevitable. He expected
that. She was a soldier, after all, and unsure of his people. What
he didn’t expect was her lack of communication. After their initial
clash there was no railing against her fate, no cajoling, no
negotiating or curiosity. Well, maybe that was what her wandering
around this evening was about. Whatever her feelings were on the
situation, she was keeping them to herself and that just pissed him
off.
    He sensed a frontal assault would backfire on
him, though, so he kept his thoughts to himself, redirected them to
where he could make headway. Her body was his. His instrument to
play and master. Through it he’d convince her that her heart and
soul were his too, her fate intertwined with his.
    When he fed her the next bite, he leaned
forward and kissed the hollow of her neck. She swallowed
convulsively but otherwise didn’t react. Determined to get a
response, he repeated the action, moving lower with each bite. By
the time he reached the swell of her breast, her skin was hot, her
breathing labored. He fed her another bite, then closed his mouth
around her nipple. She bowed off the bed, brushing her body against
his and setting his blood on fire.
    “No more,” she panted.
    “Mmmm.” He swirled his tongue around her
nipple then sucked it back into his mouth. He lifted his eyes to
meet hers, saw they were wide and wanting. Straightening, he turned
to the tray. She’d eaten enough to satisfy him, but the galley
staff had also left dessert. He’d been on Earth long enough to
recognize the chocolate cake. Next to it was set a small bottle
that intrigued him. The label proclaimed it chocolate syrup and he
picked it up. He knew what syrup was and he knew what chocolate
was. The two together had fascinating possibilities.
    He turned back to her and upended the bottle.
A fine drizzle of the stuff poured out and he guided the bottle
around her torso from the tops of her breasts to her belly button,
leaving an interesting path that had to be cleaned up. With his
tongue. He started with the end of the trail over her stomach and
followed it up.
     
    Laney watched. She wanted to close her eyes
and just feel, but they