Page 23 of When She's Handy

“Earth people have a saying. One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. I don’t think you’re trash, but I do think you should realize that you’re special to me. That your kind heart and your sense of right and wrong means more than whatever name you were born with. That’s the part of you that I fell in love with, understand?”

“You fall in love too easily,” I grumble.

Melody makes another exasperated sound. She starts listing things off. “You’re allergic to chski, whatever that is. Your horns got cut off as a punishment when your unit was nearly destroyed in a Thresh battle and only three people came back. You wear the same color uniform over and over again, which tells me you like the color gray. You’re really good at games and you gloat a little too much when you win. Your tail has a notch cut into the fur near the tip and that was from a work accident. You enjoy noodles for breakfast and green veg, but not the white ones. You get this sad look on your face when the women here cross the street to avoid you. You’re dying to help me out with my scrap but never do because you don’t want to intrude. Those are all the things I’ve learned about you in the last month because you wanted us to get to know each other better. Well, I know you a lot better, and guess what? It hasn’t changed how I feel. I still think you’re amazing. I still want to be with you. I still?—”

I tug her down into my lap.

She falls against me with a startled squeak, clearly not expecting that. Her arms go around my neck and she gives me a startled look as she settles onto my thigh.

“Point taken.” I lean in and brush a light kiss over her lips. She tastes like tooth cleanser, because she’d scrubbed her mouth out over and over again at the medic’s clinic, distressed that she’d done this to me. I don’t care. I just want to kiss her. “Am I allowed to say that I think you are amazing and want to be with you?”

“Yes. You’re allowed to say it repeatedly.” She relaxes in my arms, one hand toying with my nape. “As long as you promise you’re not going to leave me behind again. Promise that I get a say in everything.”

“Yes and yes.” I lean in and kiss her again. It’s a light kiss, little more than a brush of lips, because I don’t want her to be repulsed by my swollen features. “I want a future with you.”

Her return smile is brilliant. “Oh, Brux. Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that?”

“Five years and one month?”

She rolls her eyes at me and tweaks my nose. “Very funny.” Then a panicked look crosses her face as she realizes what she’s done. “Oh no. Your nose?—”

“It’s fine. It’s just a reaction. I’m not broken. You can touch me. And I can touch you.”

“Mmm, what did you have in mind?”

A hundred filthy, lascivious thoughts tear through my head, the thoughts I’ve been having ever since I met her and have tried to push from my mind. I embrace them now. “Let me make you come.”

Melody shivers, her fingers flexing against my neck. “I’m open to suggestion.”

“I get you naked.” I stroke a hand down her side, boldly gripping her plump backside. “Lick you everywhere. Finger you. Figure out what you like best. What makes your cunt wet and slippery, and what makes you moan.”

She bites her lip, eyes shining.

“And then I do it again.” I squeeze her ass to emphasize my words.

Melody whimpers, clinging to me.

“And a third time if you want me to, but it might be too stimulating. I don’t want to overdo it. I might just put you on my cock and let you sit there for a while.”

“Maybe you let me decide what’s too stimulating,” she breathes, her gaze flicking to my mouth.

I chuckle. My stubborn human. “Of course. At that point, I’d let you decide. But I get to make you come twice first.”

“I’m okay with this.” Her voice is shaky as her gaze darts back to mine. “When do we start? Or are we just going to talk about it all night?”

“So impatient. Perhaps I want to savor you?” I lean in close, wanting to move my lips over her skin. “Or should we wait until I have recovered?—”

Melody groans and leans in, biting my lower lip with her teeth. I’m shocked at her bold movement, and a hot pang of desire races through me even as my skin stings from her bite. It’s not sharp, doesn’t break the skin, and I love the edge of pain that it adds to our heightened senses. I suck in a breath.

Immediately she draws back, worried. “Are you all right? Is your lip sore? I forgot.”

Strangely enough, I love that she bit me. I love that she’s so impulsive because I overthink everything. We’re a good balance when we’re together. “You can nibble on me all you like, but it’s my turn to give you pleasure this time. I don’t want this to be anything like last time.”

“I loved last time?—”

I give her a warning look and squeeze her ass again.

Amused, she puts her hands up in the air. “Fine, fine, you tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” She tilts her head back and extends her arms wide. “Use me.”

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