Chapter 52
FIFTY-TWO
Bri
Water sprays out from the broken showerhead that Tai ripped straight out of the wall.
He slowly brings us down to the floor, with me placed on his lap. As a taller woman, I’ve never had the specific pleasure of getting fucked against a wall. The physics never worked in my favor until now.
Tai wipes his face and releases a heavy sigh.
“We need to get out of here,” he says.
“Good. I was worried that a shower and a fuck made you change your mind about wanting to leave.”
“If memory serves, there are plenty of showers and places to fuck back home,” he says earnestly.
“I love your pillow talk.” I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder.
“Why would I talk to a pillow? You are the only one I want to fuck.”
My entire body shakes with laughter. “I don’t mean talking to a pillow. It’s a saying to mean talking after sex. Saying sweet things to each other,” I explain.
“You want sweet words?” His broad smile has me questioning things about myself. I’m usually the first to reach for clothes and an excuse to leave after sex. But I’m curious about what he might say.
“Let’s call it morbid curiosity.”
“Hm.” He thinks for a minute, making a show of his introspection. “There isn’t a lot that surprises me anymore. But you are completely unexpected.”
His words aren’t just sweet; they are genuine and laced with awe. They pierce my chest deeper than any compliment I’ve ever received.
“More,” I tell him.
This time, he doesn’t have to think about his words. “You see everything, and under that tough exterior, you care about everyone around you. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
Oh shit.
He continues, his voice quieter now. “You actually believe it, don't you? That everyone deserves everything. That no one is beneath anyone else.” He says it like it's rare, something to be treasured.
My eyes heat, and all of a sudden, it’s hard to swallow.
The realization that he’s seen the inside of my soul leaves me stripped naked and completely vulnerable.
This is not where I thought the conversation was going to lead.
I thought he was going to compliment my tits and we would go back to the fucking.
I don’t know what to say, so I kiss him instead. It’s not the passionate, demanding type of kiss. It’s sweet and tender. His lips brush against mine, full of assurance and a reverence I didn’t think possible.
“Your turn,” he whispers against my lips. I take a deep breath. It would be much safer to talk about what a great dick he has. But his words make me feel brave.
“You’re real, and honest, and don’t waste any time sugarcoating anything. It’s refreshing and infuriating,” I say. His smile impossibly broadens.
“I thought you hated that about me.”
“It might be what I enjoy most. That and your giant cock.” I can’t resist the urge to guide the conversation back to somewhere less terrifying.
“It’s nothing compared to these,” he says and gently kisses the space between my breasts.
“I knew it! I knew you were getting around to my tits.”
His expression shifts, and I feel the weight of his look. “Bri, you are everything. No words, no language could ever fully capture what you are to me.”
The intensity in his face and words cut me to the bone. I don’t know how it’s possible, but this grumpy-ass alien has wormed his way into my heart.
“You know all the right words, don’t you?” I lace my fingers with his.
“Just for you. I’d never say these things to a pillow.
” He smirks, and my heart fills with immense gratitude for the circumstances that led me to him.
I wiggle all the way up against him and turn my back to feel him behind me.
I pull his arm around me and sink into the embrace.
Safety is being curled up against his body and caged in with his metal arm.
My smile won’t fade, even though my eyes are heavy. Tai nuzzles into my neck and my body eases me into sleep.