Which made guilt wiggle in my chest, mixing with my arousal. Because he’d slept in the living room whileI’dtaken up the entirety of his massive bed.

But I knew he hadn’t wanted to make me uncomfortable with that fact because his face went stricken.

I smiled, feigning ignorance, and said, “NowI’llbe spoiled when I leave. How will I ever go back to my peasant cot after this?”

A deep rumble of a laugh left him. I nearly gaped. It was rich and velvety andwonderful. I wanted to hear that laugh again, even as soon as it ended. I found myself missing it as soon as it was over.

“You had a rough day yesterday,” he murmured next, stepping closer, making my heart jolt in excitement. “It’s only natural your body would need the extra sleep. How do you feel? Sore? Would you like a pain injection?”

“Yes, please,” I said. Moving around helped a little but there was still a deep ache. A pain injection would melt it away almost immediately.

Droxan inclined his head before jerking it towards the front of his domed house. “Inside,” he murmured. When I turned, he fell into step beside me, his hand coming to the small of my back, guiding me forward.

I didn’t know why I found that sosexy,but I did. It made my bones feel like jelly and I figured that there was no way around it: Droxan better get used to scenting my arousal because it would beeverywhere.

It’s definitely the fertility pre-treatments, I reasoned again. My hormones were spinning out of control. My bodywanteda baby and here was a very virile looking, strong, protector of a male, whose lap I’d figuratively fallen into.

My hormones never stood a chance, I realized, barely hiding my groan.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning. “I can give you a double dose if you need it.”

“No, it’s nothing,” I said quickly, shooting him a smile. “One will be fine.”

It was much cooler inside, making me realize I’d begun to sweat out on the terrace. Droxan went to the washroom and I followed him, watching as he wiped his palm across a tile of the wall, a hidden shelf whirring out smoothly.

He gestured for me to come closer as he prepped the injection. Then he maneuvered me bodily, stilling when he saw the line of bruises up my arms, a rough sound escaping his lips.

“It’s okay,” I told him, reacting on instinct when my gut told me he was upset to see them. That alone made me soften towards him. That alone made me realize how incrediblysafeI was with him…if he didn’t even like seeing mebruised. “They don’t bother me.”

His eyes connected with mine. We were close. So incredibly close and I could see every fragmented, glittering shade of icy blue in his eyes. Beautiful.

Slowly, I reached out my palm to touch the center of his bare chest. His shoulders seemed to rise at the gentle contact, his eyes flickering dangerously. Beneath my palm, I felt the thud of his heart, faster than mine.

A little pinch came against my arm but I never took my eyes off him. Mere moments later, I felt the injection begin to work as I squeezed my thighs together. The soreness in my body slowly melted away.

“Better?” came his soft voice, nearly a whisper in the small space between us.

“Yes,” I responded. I slid my fingers down the very center of his chest, hearing his hitched breath, and then I dropped my hand back down to my side. “Thank you, Droxan.”

He swallowed and inclined his head. The air seemed to have been sucked from the washroom and I struggled to fight the lust-fueled fog in my brain. I’d wanted to speak to him about something, right?

“Oh,” I said. “Um, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

His brow furrowed and I took that moment to step back, putting space between us, my hip nudging the sharp counter of stone.

“Tev?”

“Since I’ll be here for a week?—”

“At least,” he amended, grunting.

“Yes, since I’ll be here for a weekat least, and since you won’t accept payment for?—”

He growled.

And I dropped it entirely as I said, trying to brighten my tone so it didn’t sound like I worked at an inter-Quadrant sex hotline, “I want to be of use to you.”

He stilled.