Alyssa

He was weird.

And ugly.

And royal blue.

And terrifying.

And right now he was…

Completely naked.

I mean, I had asked to see his true form, but I hadn’t expected him to drop the shorts he was wearing to the floor and step out of them. Maybe he couldn’t shape-shift with clothing on?

My eyes fell to his groin.

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see if aliens had…

Oh sweet Jesus. They certainly did.

And this one was a good size, too. At least, compared to the human men I had been with. I dragged my eyes away from his impressive package.

“Alyssa,” he said, and his voice wasn’t unpleasant. It was a little raspy and low — like he had just had a shot of whiskey. “This is the real me.”

“You have so many hands,” I said, and felt stupid as soon as the words were out of my mouth. “I mean arms … I mean … I didn’t mean that … I’m sorry, I…”

The arms I was ogling were just like a man’s arms; well, a well-muscled, sexy man’s arms — there were just more of them.

“It’s okay,” he said, wrapping one of the aforementioned arms around my back.

Suddenly one of the other hands was on my ass. I jumped, not because it upset me, but because it sent a jolt of desire through me.

Still, I couldn’t let him start getting handsy. He had so many hands, I would never be able to keep track of them all. I slapped what I hoped was the one that had grabbed me.

“Now I’m sorry,” he said, looking contrite. “I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission.”

“Berani…” I started.

He stepped back. “Lii’thoou,” he corrected, saying it Lee-thoo. “My name is Lii’thoou.”

“Lii’thoou. I wanted to apologize about last night.”

“Never mind,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “A female who wants to protect her offspring is strong.”

“How did you know I was protecting my daughter?” I said, surprised. “I never told you.”

“You have pictures of her everywhere,” he said with another shrug, as if it were obvious. “What else would you be guarding with such ferocity upstairs?”

Okay. I supposed that made sense.

“And then there’s your…” He glanced down at my chest.

I didn’t understand. “My what?”

“Your … you know … breasts.”

I crossed my arms over the aforementioned body parts. Mostly to hide that my nipples were getting hard from him looking at them and mentioning them.

“What about my breasts?”

He gave me a look. “Well, they’re obviously doing what nature intended them to.”

Ohhhh. Yeah.

Most of the time at work, my breasts were full because I was still nursing Zoe, and I only used the breast pump once a shift, on my lunch hour. He was an astute guy to know that breasts actually had a purpose other than for men to play with during sex. And he could tell that I was nursing, and that these ladies were real, not implants.

I wondered if he had a wife and kids.

I thought about that for a moment but then shook it off, trying to focus on the conversation, not him and my breasts. He didn’t seem to understand that I was really upset about hurting him. So I tried again.

“But really, I’m so sorry for hitting you with my car. And then the frying pan.”

“Not a problem,” he said, and it really seemed as though he wasn’t angry at all. “You’re fierce. I like that. It means you have good genes. Strong genes. You’d be good for breeding.”

I felt my face heating up.

Breeding? Seriously? I was standing here, the first human to ever discover an alien, and he was talking about breeding? And — even worse — I was finding it intriguing?

Then he frowned, as if he’d just realized that he’d made a faux pas. “I mean, you must be a good mother. And I would imagine your child is healthy and strong.”

But my mind was still on the thought of breeding. And me, the woman who hadn’t thought about sex for way over a year, somehow couldn’t stop thinking about breeding and this … male, who somehow didn’t seem so ugly anymore.

“Um,” I said, eyeing the antennae on his head. “Is that even possible? Breeding, I mean?”

And then I couldn’t resist. I had to see what they felt like. I went up on my tippy toes and ran my fingers lightly over his antennae, which were the firmness of an ear lobe … but the skin was infinitely softer.

He moaned and wrapped three arms around me once more, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his hard chest, his hard thighs, and his hard … other things. Apparently, the male apparatus on whatever-he-was worked in a similar fashion to human males.

“Well, I don’t know, Alyssa,” he said, in that rough voice that made all sorts of naughty promises to my lady parts. “Do you want to find out whether it’s possible? Breeding, I mean?”

Did I?

And as I stared into his amber eyes, my body tingling all over, I was very much afraid that I did.