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“Of course, sweetheart. No—don’t try to move. Let me.”

She could feel his concern for her as he toweled her off gently, stroking the soft fabric of the dry-all over her bare skin. They had gone swimming naked this time, which made the drying much easier.

Nate dried himself off too and then lay down beside her and gathered her into his arms.

“I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you, baby,” he murmured and she felt his remorse clearly. “I don’t know what set me off—I thought I was back on Earth with those fucking Scourge surrounding our camp!”

“Don’t talk about it and please don’t think about it,” Lan’ara begged him. “I need positive emotions from you right now, Nate. Please—be here in the present with me. Hold me…touch me.” Reaching for him, she put one of his big hands on her bare breast.

Nate looked down at her uncertainly.

“Is that what you really want? I mean, I’ve never been with any woman who wanted to be uh, touched that way when she didn’t feel good.”

“Nate, please…listen to me.”

Reaching up, she cupped his rough cheek. His eyes were shining in the firelight as he leaned over her with one arm under her neck and his other hand resting on her breast.

“I’m listening, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Go on.”

“Your sexual feelings are some of the strongest positive emotions you have,” Lan’ara told him. “And that’s what I need now—intensely positive emotions. So yes, I want you to touch me. The better you feel, the better I’ll feel and we can’t get those feelings if you’re just laying there feeling guilty because you think you hurt me.”

“But I did hurt you,” he protested.

“And you can heal me, too,” Lan’ara told him. She desperately needed some positive emotions to refill her reservoir before she asked him to suck her breasts and take the Healing Nectar! Lacing her fingers around his neck, she tugged him down for a kiss.

At first Nate didn’t kiss back. But then it seemed as though the fire of her desire jumped to him. Wrapping both arms around her, he devoured her mouth hungrily.

Lan’ara moaned as the possessive lust and deep tenderness she felt from him replenished her. Goddess, this was what she needed! She wished she could feel love from him as well, but they were still a little way from that since Nate still didn’t remember the dreams they had shared. But the other positive emotions he was feeling for her almost made up for it.

“More!” she begged softly, breaking the kiss. “Touch me, Nate! Put your hands and mouth all over me!”

A low growl of desire rose in his throat as he looked down at her.

“Thought we had to wait for our ‘Tasting time’ to use our mouths?”

“It’s the Tasting Time now,” Lan’ara told him recklessly. “You can kiss me…or taste me…anywhere you want to.”

“Mmm…you don’t have to ask me twice, baby.” He gave her a lazy smile and pressed his face to the side of her throat.

Lan’ara moaned as she felt his tongue tracing her pulse, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin at the side of her neck.

Nate sucked and nipped lightly, then moved down to catch her shoulder in his teeth. He bit down—not hard enough to draw blood but firmly enough to leave a mark.

The primal act sent a bolt of desire straight through her—he was marking her, claiming her as his! Lan’ara gasped and wove her fingers through his thick hair, urging him on.

The big human didn’t need much urging. He moved lower, kissing the soft skin of her chest and then nuzzling between her breasts.

Lan’ara’s breath caught in her throat. Was he going to do it? Her breasts were so full of the Healing Nectar they were aching—she needed him to suck it out. And yet, if he did, he would be draining her deeply.

But it will heal him, she thought. I don’t care if it drains me—I want him to be well. I love him.

Her fingers still buried in his hair, she urged Nate’s mouth gently towards one tight nipple.

“God, baby—been wanting to do this for so damn long,” he growled softly. And then he drew the tight peak into his hot mouth. He sucked deeply for a moment and then he drew back, his eyes wide with surprise.

“What is it?” she asked softly, already knowing the answer.

“You…your breasts…it’s like in my dream.” Nate licked his lips experimentally. “Just like my dream,” he repeated.

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