Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

He had one leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee, his foot planted on the floor. He was leaning back against her, his arms draped over her thighs, and his fingers found that soft area underneath her knees and were slowly massaging the spot.

Nia ran her hands through his hair.

It was mostly straight with a slight wave, and thick. There were no kinks or knots and she could run her hand straight through it without her fingers snagging.

It was going to take some skill doing anything to his hair without a comb, but he didn’t seem in a rush and neither was she.

So she took her time, taking a few strands between her fingers as she made the first part.

His cock twitched as she ran a finger across his scalp and Nia had to force her gaze away.

Looking at it now, she had no idea how he’d managed to fit it inside her. Not that she was complaining.

She’d do it again.

She wanted to do it again.

“Tell me more…”

Nia paused, a slight shock going down her spine. Had she spoken out loud?

“More? More about what exactly?”

“Your life, on your planet.”

Her cheeks warmed a little as she chuckled. “Um, I kinda told you the main details already. My life was pretty standard otherwise. I wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“That’s never going to happen. Tell me. I want to know everything about you.”

Her fingers paused in his hair and after a few moments, Ka’Cit tilted his head back so he was looking at her upside down.

His green gaze bore into hers and she couldn’t pull her eyes from his face.

He was unbelievably handsome.

“Nee-ya? Did I say something wrong?”

Nia shook her head. “No.”

So far, he’d been doing everything right, and at that moment, it dawned on her that she really, really liked this big blue alien.

Like…a lot.

“Your face has changed.” He was easing up off her and she had to hold him still. “You do not have to tell me about your past. I, more than anyone you know, understand that the past may hold pains you’d rather not relive.”

“I…it’s not that. I can talk to you about it.”

As she told him about what life was like on Earth, Nia found herself skipping the more painful memories, especially the ones involving those she’d held dear.

It wasn’t sadness she felt, but regret. Regret that she hadn’t had the chance to tell them goodbye.

“My mother died of cancer when I was twelve. That’s one of the reasons why I became a nurse.”

“You wanted to heal others like the people who were trying to heal your momor?”

Nia shook her head, her fingers pausing on the braid she was working on. “No.”

“I do not understand.”