Silvia Day by Pleasures of the Night

her.
    “What can I do?” she asked, lost. This was not a medical problem with textbook answers. This was a wound to the soul, and she had no clue how to treat it.
    “Touch me.” As he caught her hand and held it over his heart, his gaze locked with hers. “Seduce me. Like you did that first night on the beach.”
    For a breathless moment she stared at him. Her fierce warrior retained his humanity, his generosity of spirit, his capacity for kindness. Perhaps it was because of his ability to feel and empathize that his calling wounded him so deeply.
    Self-preservation be damned. He needed her, and she would do whatever was required to make him whole again.
    She crawled over him, her hips pressed to his, her hands on his chest, her only desire to tend to him and console him. Bending at the waist, Lyssa licked his lips. “Like this?”
    “Yes…”
    Her fingertips found the flat points of his nipples and rubbed. “This, too?”
    He shivered, the sensation traveling up her arms andheating her blood. “Hell, yes…” His eyes drifted shut.
    Her lips to his ear, she asked, “What’s your favorite color?”
    There was no hesitation. “The color of your eyes.”
    She blinked, startled. “They’re shit brown.”
    “They’re beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her back in a rhythmic caress. “I look into them and forget everything.”
    Melting inside, she realized his tenderness was the catalyst her dreams had been missing her whole life. Only when she was with him did she feel the peace she needed to rest and recharge.
    She imagined away her clothes, leaving behind a chocolate-colored lace bra and thong set. In her waking life, she would never wear such an impractical bit of nothing, but this wasn’t her waking life. Aidan was the man of her dreams, in every possible sense.
    Wiggling her hips, she let him feel her suddenly bare skin against his rock-hard cock. “How about this?”
    When his thick lashes lifted, she found herself staring into fathomless blue of such stark intensity, her heart skipped a beat.
    “I’m not leaving this time.” His tone was a warning.
    “You better not,” she retorted. Reaching up, Lyssa cupped her breasts through her bra, kneading them, her thumbs and forefingers pinching her erect nipples.
    “Tease,” he growled, his eyes half lidded with lust.
    “Look who’s talking, Mr. Get-Her-Hot-and-Leave.”
    A smile tugged at the corner of his beautifully sculpted lips. She traced their shape with a fingertip, admiring their perfection. As her mind filled with images of what shewanted him to do with that mouth, a sharp flare of awareness spread across her skin, making her sweat.
    “I’ll do all of that,” he murmured, cupping her bare buttocks in his hands and squeezing. “And so much more.”
    “Not fair that you can read my mind, but I can’t read yours.”
    “You’ll enjoy it better if I show you what I’m thinking.” His voice was pure sin and sex.
    Restless and achy, she wiggled deeper into his touch. “How much time do we have?”
    “Not enough.” Aidan rolled and lay beside her, one hand supporting his head, the other running along her side.
    She laughed and pushed his hands away.
    “You’re ticklish.” This time his smile broke free and transformed his features.
    Amazed, she touched his face because she couldn’t bear not to. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
    The smile faded, and she remembered—what she saw was not who he was. He was an alien.
    A sudden chill moved through her, making her shiver. Noting her discomfort, Aidan pulled her closer, sharing his warmth, and then she didn’t care about the fact that they came from different dimensions.
    “It doesn’t matter, Aidan.” Lyssa parted her lips in blatant invitation for a kiss, which he obliged with a tempered hunger that made her whimper and grow damp between her thighs.
    “You could look like a troll and have antennae,” she gasped when he allowed her to breathe, “and I’d still want