Page 14 of Stolen By Her Alien Mate

Oh, no. In Hat Creek we only get douche canoes like Brandon Jacks, whose swagger was bought and paid for by his daddy’s money.

This guy, on the other hand, his swagger is earned and genuine. I can see it in the way he pauses just inside the door and scans the room, like he’s surveying his domain. It’s hot AF.

And that’s even before his gaze lands on me.

The second his eyes meet mine, I feel …

I don’t even know what I feel. Like time stops. Or maybe it’s my heart that stops. Or maybe it starts for the first time ever.

I don’t even know how to describe all the ways my body responds to this guy. I only know that I’ve never felt anything like it before.

Then this guy, this huge beast of a man, walks straight for me.

“Joey Kincaid?” he asks.

Holy. Shitballs.

This guy is, hands down, the hottest guy I have ever seen. Not just in real life in this tiny Texas town. Like hotter than anyone you could ever see on television or a movie.

Hotter than Jason Momoa.

Okay, maybe as hot as Jason Momoa. But seriously so attractive, my brain scrambles.

Dark hair, an olive complexion with that perfect day’s worth of stubble and the most mesmerizing, intense eyes I’ve ever seen.

Green eyes. So green, they’re the color of that new burst of green that covers the trees in springtime. Leaf green.

The look in his eyes shoots a zing of awareness right down to my lady bits.

I fight the urge to step closer to him, but then remember Brandon is still standing behind me with his arm around my body.

I want Brandon to let me go so I can walk up to the hot stranger and rub against him like a cat in heat.

His question is still hanging in the air, so I give a little nod.

His lips curve into a hint of a smile as his eyes continue to take me in with an intensity I don’t understand. No one has ever looked at me like this. He’s not leering or ogling me. Instead, it’s like he’s trying to memorize everything about me.

Finally, he gives a tiny nod. “Yes,” he murmurs. “You are the princess Joey Kincaid.” His voice is rich and melodic with an accent I don’t recognize. “My princess.”

I snort. Because there is no part of me that resembles royalty. But then I remember the circumstances I’m currently in. Creepy, married man, holding me against his body like I belong there, or very attractive stranger who is calling me his princess. I realize there’s much to unpack with this man, but I’ll worry about that later. Right now, I’m trusting my gut that he is harmless and won’t hurt me.

I rip myself out of Brandon’s hold and go to this mesmerizing stranger. “Yes, I am your princess. I can’t believe you came out in this weather just to see me on your day off.” I blink up at him, willing him to go along with my nonsense.

He reaches down and cups my face. The moment his hands touch my skin, it’s like an electrical current flows through my body. The flair in his eyes tells me he’s feeling it too. Then he lowers his head and kisses the hell out of me. I gasp, which gives him entrance to my mouth. I’m not even sure I’m participating because there is something in his touch that feels otherworldly. Like I’m drugged.

“What the hell is this?” Brandon barks. He walks straight up to the stranger. “Who the fuck are you?”

Mr. Smokin’ Hot raises his head to glare at Brandon. He’s still cupping my jaw, the skin of his wrists hot against the skin of my neck. He doesn’t release me. He just frowns at Brandon … looking at him like he’s a fly buzzing around his dinner. He gives a little huff of annoyance, clearly dismissing Brandon.

He gives me another one of his soul-searing looks and is about to lower his mouth to mine again when Brandon reaches past me to shove the stranger’s shoulder.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!”

The man looks down at Brandon in apparent confusion. “I am not talking to you.”

Brandon, despite being outclassed, puffs out his chest. “Well, you should be because–”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish that sentence, because the beautiful man with the green eyes reaches around and pinches Brandon on the back of his neck. Just like that, the creep crumples to the floor in a loud heap.