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“This is nice,” I said brightly, because I suddenly wasn’t feeling as confident as I’d like about all this. The room didn’t hold even one piece of furniture. Did he sit on the floor? Since he was watching me, I spoke up. “I like how you decorated your home. You went with a minimalistic style that’s . . .” What could I say? “Stunning.”

His brow ridge lifted. “What do you mean?”

“No furniture. No bookcases. No tables. No . . . anything. Just wide-open space.” I said it in a breezy tone that I hoped didn’t come across as critical.

He chuckled. After gently laying his wilted purple plant on the floor beneath the pegs, he took my hand and tugged me into his arms. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel like pulling away. His arms were warm and his chest and abdomen, while rippling with muscles, felt smooth beneath my palms. My curves fit well against his. “I have whatever furniture you might need, my lovely mate.”

I could also get used to him calling me lovely. Would the honeymoon end fast like it did so often on Earth or would this guy still adore his mate when she was ninety?

“Do you collapse your things and store them in a closet?” I asked, the only solution I could think of.

“Allow me to show you.” He released me and strode into the middle of the room. When he started to sit, something oozed up from the floor, forming a chair beneath him. He tipped it back and a footrest popped out of the front like a regular old recliner back on Earth. “Whatever furniture you need will be crafted for you. Try it, mate.”

“Um, how?”

“Just sit.”

“I won’t fall on my butt?”

He laughed again and patted his thighs. “If you’d rather sit on me, I won’t say no.”

Life was about adventure, right?

Before I could analyze this like I would a potentially dangerous situation back on Earth, I scurried across the room and climbed onto Xax’s lap.

Chapter 9

Xax

When I suggested she sit on my lap, I expected Amanda to scowl at me. Maybe laugh off my suggestion. I didn’t expect her to stride across the room and climb into the chair, straddle my hips, and drop her lush ass onto my thighs. She looked down at me with her palms on my shoulders and a sly grin on her face.

“Amanda,” I croaked.

“Xax.”

“You’re sitting on me. Voluntarily touching me.”

“I know. It’s weird, right?” Her smile faded, and her head tilted. She watched my face. “I’m not ready to be your bride, but I’d like to get to know you better.”

“And you believe that’ll happen while you’re sitting on my lap?” It was a struggle to suppress my cock. She smelled amazing, like sunshine and flowers, plus a subtle musk that could be desire. Please let it be desire.

I lifted my hands, unsure what to do with them. She took them and guided them to her hips.

“This is a good start, don’t you think?” she said. “I mean, I’m not going to jump into your bed yet. We should give this a few days at least before we do that.”

“Alright.”

I couldn’t help noticing how her dress rode high on her thighs. If she spread her legs wider, I’d see everything.

My cock shoved itself against my loincloth. Only the fabric on the sides held down by her inner thighs kept it from tipping the leather back onto my abs and exposing all I had to offer. She’d seen it already. Mocked it, actually. Maybe. With her wiggling on my lap, I couldn’t quite remember.

“Where should we start?” I croaked.

Her gaze fell on my cock.

I wanted to tell her to stop, that looking would only encourage it. I’d never been with anyone but my hand. It wouldn’t take much to make me shoot all the way to the stars.

“What’s it like kissing a guy with tusks?” she asked.

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