Finally Zan couldn’t stand it any longer. “I’m sorry,” he burst out.
Liz’s head jerked up and Max looked at him confused.
Zan knew now that he should have just told Max in the first place but he wanted to spare Liz’s feelings, and by keeping his mouth shut he’d just made things worse. He spoke softly, holding Liz’s gaze. “I’m so sorry, Liz,” he said.
He turned his gaze to Max. “I can’t stop thinking about her, man. I’m so in love with her that I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. She came over last night, upset and needing a friend and I kissed her.”
Max didn’t feel the rush of jealously he expected. He only felt sadness and sympathy. He had loved Liz without hope for months and he realized that Zan was feeling exactly the same. They both loved her and it was one more similarity between them, one more thing that connected them.
Smiling sadly Max nodded. “I know how you feel.”
Liz’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at Zan. She opened her mouth to speak but he shook his head.
“You don’t have to say anything, Liz,” he said. “You went running out of here last night before I could tell you. I just wanted to say I’m sorry and I hope you can forgive me someday.”
Liz felt even more miserable. She had wanted Zan, and she’d kissed him back, but he was taking all the blame for it again. She needed to talk to him but she couldn’t in front of Max, and she didn’t know what to say anyway. She was the one who was out of control wanting two different men.
“I’m sorry, Zan,” she said simply.
There was an awkward silence for a moment as no one knew what to say.
Max glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to get going,” he said apologetically. “I have to go to work.”
He started toward the door, but Liz hesitated. “It’s close to my training time,” she said. “If Zan wouldn’t mind taking me home afterward, I could just stay.”
Zan felt a rush of relief. Liz trusted him enough to be alone with him. “Sure,” he said, trying not to sound too eager.
Max nodded, looking from Zan to Liz. “I’ll call you later,” he told her.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Liz and Zan stood silent until Max’s Jeep pulled out of the driveway, and then both spoke at once. “I’m sorry.”
Holding up her hand, Liz cut Zan off. “No, let me talk,” she said.
He nodded and she continued. “Thank you, Zan, for not telling Max the whole truth about last night. It would hurt him so much. He is the love of my life, but I feel totally out of control when…” she looked down trailing off.
Zan stepped closer to her, cupping her cheek, lifting her head so she had to look at him. “When you are around me,” he finished.
Her first instinct was to deny it but she couldn’t lie to him. “Zan” she said, covering his hand on her cheek with hers, “it doesn’t matter what I feel for you, we can’t be together.”
“You’re wrong,” Zan said. “What we feel for each other does matter.” He stroked her cheek. “I love you, I want you, and I can feel the desire in you right now.”
“But Max,” Liz said desperately.
“I know,” Zan agreed. “I don’t want to hurt him either, or you, and I’m trying to fight my feelings for you, but it makes it so much harder knowing you want me too.”
Liz nodded and he continued. “I just hope you can forgive me for being weak last night,” he said. “I’ll do my best to not let it happen again.”
She smiled nervously. “I trust you, Zan,” she assured him. She just didn’t know if she trusted herself.
Once again Max found himself stuffing the intestines into a rubber alien in the autopsy display at the UFO Center. It seemed like someone was always pulling them out. Actually, he didn’t mind. He often volunteered to straighten up the displays. He didn’t have to deal with customers and it gave him time to think.
He had spent most of his shift cleaning up, and the whole time he thought about Liz.
He was glad he’d pushed Liz to tell him the truth. It made him feel so much better to know that she still loved him, and it gave him hope for their future together.
But their future couldn’t come fast enough for him. He wanted to be with her all the time, touching her, kissing her, making love.
He was craving her more and more, and it seemed like their connection was getting stronger every day too. He could feel when she was near and he could tell when she was experiencing strong emotions even when he was halfway across town.
He’d told her he would call her tonight but what he really wanted was to see her.
Even though she kept denying him, he’d been making progress in the fight to win her back. He even had a perfect excuse to see her. He’d tell her he wanted to talk about her newly discovered powers. He knew she would be excited to discuss it.
And while they were talking he’d slowly move closer to her and take the first opportunity to kiss her.
Just thinking about it filled him with longing. He wanted to take her into his arms and caress her soft skin. He wanted to slowly strip her clothes off and kiss every inch of her.
Suddenly a wave of desire slammed into him and he knew it wasn’t his own. It was Liz. He could feel her through their connection, and she wanted him.
He glanced at his watch. Finally it was closing time and she was right across the street. It would only take moments for him to be with her, but he would have gone to her if she’d been halfway around the world.
After Zan had taken her home, Liz tried to do her homework.
When she had discovered she had powers she’d asked her parents for fewer shifts at the Crashdown, supposedly so she could concentrate on her studies. But really she just hadn’t wanted to risk having any accidents in front of a whole restaurant of people.
Sitting down she opened her Biology book. It was hard concentrating with everything else on her mind, but it would look funny if her grades started going down when she was supposedly spending more time studying.
She used to love school and learning but it just seemed so unimportant with all of the alien stuff going on. Not to mention she was having a hard time thinking of anything other than Max and Zan.
Suddenly her whole body was hot and aroused. It was like she could feel hands and lips moving over her skin. Just thinking about Max and Zan was enough to do it to her, but now she had experiences with both of them that filled her head.
It was insane wanting both of them, but she did. She wanted them so much that she could hardly resist them, even though she knew that she couldn’t be with either of them.
And she didn’t just want them, she loved both of them. She’d known Zan less than a month but she’d fallen for him hard.
He and Max were very similar, but there were differences too.
They both were gorgeous and had incredible bodies. They both were kind and intelligent, natural leaders, stubborn and sexy as hell. They both went after what they wanted, and they both wanted her.
Zan was more aggressive than Max, more confident with himself. Max was more shy but he was romantic and persistent.
Getting up she started pacing in her room. She felt agitated, like she needed to be doing something, but she couldn’t get the pictures of Zan and Max out of her mind.
She’d fooled herself into thinking that she didn’t want Zan, but her body had known the truth and responded to him like she’d known him for years. And even though she hadn’t been with Max for months they had picked up exactly where they’d left off, like it was only yesterday they had been together.
Just then the feeling she associated with Max filled her up and she knew he was coming. She turned toward her window and saw him climb over the top of her balcony wall.
He reached her window as she raised it, and climbed inside. She was glad to see him. Her whole body seemed to crave him. “Hi Max,” she said huskily. I thought you were going to call.”
Moving closer so that their bodies touched, he stroked her arm. “I wanted to see you,” he rumbled. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Me too,” she admitted.
“Liz,” he growled.
They moved at the same time, their lips crashing together.
Max slid one hand into her hair, holding her to him as they devoured each others’ mouths. His other hand rested on the small of her back, pressing her tightly against him.
She wrapped her arms around him, melting into him, wiggling against him as if she couldn’t get close enough. His body responded immediately and he felt himself growing hard.
He could feel his own desire mixed with Liz’s and it made him lose control completely. Walking them backward he lowered Liz to her bed, and barely broke their kiss to join her. He settled next to her, resting his hand on her waist.
Liz tangled her hand into his hair, pulling him down to her. A shudder ripped through him as her tongue stroked into his mouth, making him groan.
He moved so that one leg rested between hers, pressing his erection into her. She gave a little gasp and it was like fire in his veins.
His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, slowly caressing the soft skin of her stomach, the feel of her skin made him hungry for more.
Sliding his hand up he brushed over her breast, but instead of stopping like he always had before, he slipped into her bra, really touching her. Cupping her roundness, he swept his thumb over her nipple again and again, causing it draw to a tight point.
Liz made small whimpering sounds into his mouth and her body started to move rhythmically against him.
Max wanted to see and taste all of her. He left her lips, kissing and licking a trail down her neck.
“Liz,” he growled in between kisses, “I love you.”
He removed his hand from under her shirt and quickly undid her buttons, as his mouth moved lower. Once again he brushed over her breast as he slid her bra aside.
For the first time he saw her rosy breast and he looked at it intently, trying to memorize everything about her. But then his desire got the better of him and he dipped down, closing his mouth over her sensitive flesh.
Liz gasped, arching up into him and he moved fully on top of her, settling between her legs. She grasped at him, holding him tightly and he could tell she was just as aroused as he was.
Slowly he explored her breast with his mouth, tracing his tongue around her areola before finally sweeping over her hard nub. A sort of strangled cry escaped her that made his body feel even harder.
He wasn’t surprised to discover that her breast was as sweet as her lips, and it made him wonder how the rest of her would taste. He released her breast, intending to sample the other one, but Liz’s voice stopped him.
“Max,” she panted, her voice coming in quick gasps. “Max, we have to stop.”
He knew she was right. Her parents might come in at any moment. But he didn’t want to stop and he knew she didn’t either.
It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done helping her cover up her prefect breast and then getting up from between her legs. He sat on the bed next to her and cupped her cheek, kissing her lightly.
“I love you, Liz,” he said again.
“I love you too,” she said. “But Max, we can’t do this,” she protested weakly. “You know we can’t be together.”
“I know you’re worried,” he said, “but I promise you we’ll find a way to make it work.”
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