Page 62 of Crash Landing
His mouth quirked and he held out a hand, gesturing for me to sit with him. I stepped over and without even thinking, nestled up to his side, seeking his warmth. Not that it was incredibly cold, but the rain did bring a little chill with it and I liked having an excuse to be close to Saleuk.
“The storm is easing,” he explained. “The ship is hovering, but they don’t want to land until it’s safe.”
“I guess I understand,” I sighed.
He stretched his arms up, sliding his hands behind his head with a groan of relief.
“Just means you have to spend more time with me.”
I laughed. Not that spending time with him was torture. “Please, no,” I said flatly.
He laughed with me and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, I turned my body a bit to the side, bending my legs over his lap. Saleuk ran his eyes up from my feet to my thighs and then lowered a hand to rest across my hip. Our gazes met and we just stared. I was in awe at the fact that I found him so beautiful, despite how inhuman he was. He was like an alien cover model.
“Are you ok?” he asked in a gentle, soothing tone.
“Yeah. A little bruised, but I’m fine.”
“No, I mean…” his gaze dropped for a second to my thighs and I knew immediately what he meant.
I wriggled a bit and then shrugged, smiling bashfully.
“A little sore,” I admitted. “But a good sore.”
“A good sore?” He smirked and I knew he was fishing for some kind of compliment.
And I couldn’t help myself. I giggled like a schoolgirl.
“If you consider a good sore to be a sexy reminder of what we did, then yes.”
His smirk flattened and I watched his eyes wander with thought. I didn’t like it.
“What?”
“Sam…” His eyes remained elsewhere, troubled. “What we did last—”
“No. Don’t say something stupid like you regretted it. It was my first time and I swear to god that if—”
“Sam,” he cut me off, reaching around to grab my hand. “I swear I’ve never wanted to do anything more. But… it was stupid.”
“What?” I pulled my legs off his lap and curled in on myself.
Quickly, Saleuk turned to face me, hands gently rubbing the sides of my legs.
“That’s not what I mean. It wasn’t some kind of virtual experience last night. It was real and the reality is that you could get pregnant and that’s not something anyone understands how to handle yet.”
“I know it wasn’t virtual. I’m not an idiot.”
“I didn’t say that. Those weren’t the right words. What I mean is that I was being foolish to do that knowing what could happen and I shouldn’t have let it go so far.”
“You didn’t. I was all over you.”
“But I don’t think you know all the risks.”
“Do you?”
“Well… not entirely, but—”
“Then you’re not to blame. Not completely.”
