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And she’d imagined a lot.
She met his gaze again. Or tried to. But his gaze was locked in somewhere below her neck, and she realized he’d noticed the state she was in.
“If you are like the females of my people, you are cold or aroused right now,” he said, and something in his voice made her absolutely sure that he expected an answer. And she felt compelled, but not in a bad way… almost in a comforting way… to do what he wanted.
“Similar, then,” she said softly.
“Are you cold, Maggie?” he asked in a low, rumbling voice that sent heat through her body.
“Definitely not cold,” she whispered.
There was no missing the heat in his gaze, or the hardness suddenly prodding at the side of her thigh. She took a shaky breath as his hand slid down her spine again, resting at the base of her spine.
“I am not cold, either, in case you were going to ask,” he said, and there was that slight upturn at the corner of his mouth again. “This may not have been the best plan.”
“Or it’s the best plan ever,” she joked, and that got a laugh out of him. He gently kneaded her lower back, and she pressed her lips together to stop herself from moaning.
“Well. I definitely will not be.. What was it? Glowering at the door, with you on my lap like this.”
“Great plan, then.”
“I also will not be able to think of anything other than how good you feel on top of me.”
“Oh,” she breathed, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
He nodded, then cleared his throat. “Talk about something that is not arousing.”
She laughed then, and he smiled back. “Um. Oh! There are these disgusting insects that get onto the station sometimes and they get into everything. And they smell like garbage! And they only smell worse when they die, so the station smells like death for quite a while every time we have an infestation of them.”
He stared at her for a moment, and then he laughed. “That is definitely not arousing,” he said after a moment, unable to help himself as he gently rubbed her back again. This female, this human woman, was unlike anyone he had ever known. Kind, warm, fun, playful, smart. Sexy. Stars, she was sexy. And she smelled good enough to devour.
She smiled at him, seeming to relax a little. Those hard points beneath her sleep shirt were still there, and that light flush hadn’t left her cheeks. It took everything in him not to cup one of her plump breasts, tease that hard point with his thumb and listen to the sounds she made for him.
Her eyes widened, and her blush deepened, and he realized he’d grown even harder against the side of her shapely thing.
“Apologies,” he grunted. “Your story was not arousing, but you definitely are, Maggie.”
“It’s probably just because it’s been a while since you’ve had someone on your lap,” she said with a small shake of her head. “Which is completely understandable.”
“It has been quite a while. But that is not why,” he said. “Surely you know how stunning you are.”
He watched as a range of emotions crossed her face. “I mean. I’m alright. I’m also older than 40, which renders women of my species invisible to a good portion of men.”
“Then they are absolute fools,” he said, and he could hear the growl in his voice. “If things were different… this would be so much more than an act.”
She studied him. “How so?”
Part of him tried to be as careful as he always was. A more forceful part was tired of being careful. “If things were different, I would have you face down on the floor while I took out my frustrations on your gorgeous body,” he said, and her mouth fell open, her blush deepening. It only encouraged him to keep going. “Gripping your hair as I slammed into you, showing you over and over again how not invisible you are to me.”
“Xarek…”
“I would have you screaming my name. Begging. And I think you would enjoy it, Maggie.”
“Fuck…” she whimpered, and that nearly did it. “Now I’m definitely not going to be able to act normal on your lap.”
“I feel like I should apologize, but I would be lying. I am not sorry that you know how desirable you are.”
She was quiet for a few moments, sitting there on his lap, her lush curves pressed against his body.
