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Chapter Twenty

B ritt gargled with shower water she captured in a glass.

It sure made dental hygiene easier. She finger combed her hair, then sniffed her pits.

She’d already showered after Luchur, but now that she was going to get it on with Nerx, she worried she might smell.

With their sensitive everything, she couldn’t be too cautious.

She wiped her damp palms on her baggy sleepshirt.

When she’d promised to make it worth his while, she hadn’t thought she’d be this anxious about it.

She could count on one finger how many times she’d ‘blown’ a man.

But that’s what she wanted to do. She had no doubts he’d never experienced it.

And since she was it for him for life, the poor dude, she might as well see if he liked it.

“What’s taking so long?” she whispered, then yelped when he filled the door to his room.

“I need a cleanse,” he said, striding into the bathroom. The door shut on his ass.

She huffed and paced, wringing her hands while she ran through scenarios.

But he came out again in nothing but his gaping pants. She swallowed hard, refusing to blink when he marched toward her.

“What’s the matter?” she rasped, then hurried to clear her throat.

He took her hand and ushered her into the bathroom. Then he placed her against the wall. “Keep me company,” he said.

“Okay,” was all she could manage when he peeled off his pants and stepped into the cubicle.

“ Malia pado ,” he muttered after unclipping his hair. She grabbed the clip from him, getting her forearm drenched.

While twisting the heavy metal thing in her hands, she drooled over her man.

He’d splayed his hands high on the white wall, dipping his head in and out of the spray.

This was the stuff of erotic fantasies for every woman, she was sure.

Well, she knew damn well, seeing a man shower had to be the sexiest thing.

Especially when his body was this beautiful.

Water droplets trailed every muscular dip and ripple.

He watched her ogle him. Her heartbeat froze, then scattered.

Throwing caution to the wind, she whipped off her shirt, dropped it to the floor, and the clip on top of it.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Did you not cleanse?”

Standing naked before him should’ve made her self-conscious, but he’d seen her like this before and would again. Besides, he didn’t even care that he was buck-ass-naked as well. With a body that damn lickable, he had a right to ‘strut his stuff.’

She flattened a palm to his chest and pushed. He didn’t budge. Damn brick shithouse.

“Your back against the wall,” she commanded, clipping her words.

He frowned. “Why—?”

She stroked him from his balls to the tip of his cock, lingering on the ridges running along the length.

His eyelids fluttered, but he did as she asked. She walked through the water, then crouched, using his knees to find her balance.

“Britta?”

“Nerxie?” She met his gaze before using her tongue to follow the path she’d caressed.

His leg muscles flexed. His erection bobbed. She wrapped her fingers around his cock’s girth, as best she could, then swirled her tongue over the tip that looked like a garden gnome’s hat. He was magnificently bronze there too, except a darker tone closer to the base.

While she licked and sucked, she peeked at him, trying to judge if she was doing a decent-enough job. Her knees throbbed, not used to the permanent crouch position. But damn, if his pre-cum wasn’t sweet like apple pie.

She took him into her mouth but couldn’t go deep.

He groaned even as he thrust his fingers into her hair.

His abs twitched, and his breathing turned ragged.

Unable to bear the knee pain any longer, she did one more long lick before standing.

She retreated through the spray to the other side and watched him.

His eyes glowed with need for her, and he clenched fists at his sides, as if he hadn’t wanted her to stop.

“Good? Bad?” she asked, not daring to blink.

“Amazing. The instructional vids had shown this, but to experience it, thamani , is incredible.”

“What vids?” She tapped the gray button for the panel to open and grabbed two robes. “It makes sense that you train for war, but for sex?”

“With humans, yes. We want to please our Dar Eths.” He left the cubicle.

She offered him a robe. While he slid into it, she donned hers. “That’s sweet, but we could teach what brings us pleasure. It’s different for each woman.”

“Having a foundational knowledge gives us confidence.” He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her freckles.

“True.” She clasped his robe closed, activating its body contouring. “Come, I plan to finish.”

“Finish?” He trailed her into their bedroom. “I do not want to spend my seed on your face.”

She froze in horror, realization dawning on her. “Are these training vids porn movies?”

“Yes, I do believe they are called such.”

Laughter bubbled up, and even though she didn’t want to offend him, she couldn’t stop herself. She clasped her waist and giggled until tears spilled free. “Oh… This is priceless.”

He smiled at her, but his puzzlement lay in his knitted brow. “What is?”

“Porn is a form of entertainment. Your males are learning unfair expectations of what women can do in the bedroom.”

“Ah,” he said. “I disagree. What you did with your mouth—” He squeezed his eyes shut and growled. “ Maker , will you do it again for me, thamani ?”

She grinned. “As soon as you get on the bed. Robe on.”

He obeyed, clambering in place like a child before Christmas.

Unable to resist, she slithered out of her robe and let it pool on the floor. He lay there like something off the cover of a historical romance novel. And the way his gaze ran over her body sent heat spiraling to her core and lower.

He drew in a deep inhale and moaned. “Your scent drives me wild.”

“You didn’t just say that.” She chuckled, crawling onto the bed between his legs.

With a flick, she parted his robe to expose those incredible legs of his. When she stroked his knees, he jerked. Up she trailed her fingers, gathering the robe in the process until only his pelvis was exposed.

The way desire pulsed through her, she was tempted to impale herself and ride him until she begged him to take over, to pound into her, and grunt her name. But this was her thanking him for taking her along. So any end to this had to come from him.

She dipped and ran her tongue along his inner thigh, tasting warm, spicy man. He widened his legs, giving her a little more room. For that, she lapped the tip of his cock.

He arched off the bed, thrusting his erection at her. She obliged him by sucking him into her mouth.

His breathing came in huffs as she took her time, learning every inch of him with her fingers and her tongue.

His forehead glistened, his pulse flickered at the base of his jaw, and he fisted the blanket beneath him.

“Want me to stop?” she asked, rocking backward to run her nipple along his inner thigh to knee, then forward to do it again. There she stopped, licked the pre-cum off the tip, then repeated the action.

“I want…in you now,” he gritted out.

“Permission granted,” she said, though her voice sounded wrong, too husky.

He lunged, faster than she’d ever seen anyone move.

She was on her back, her legs spread, and his mouth on her throbbing clit.

The pleasure was too exquisite for her to mutter anything more than whimpers.

She’d gone from aching for him to blinding need until a screaming orgasm swept over her, sending her off the cliff into gravity-defying bliss.

She’d yet to come down from that high, the residual tremors still pulsing through her when he thrust into her. A scream lodged in her throat. She arched, pressing her breasts against his chest which sent another rivulet of pleasure to her core.

He didn’t show her mercy, not that she’d ask for any. From the inside out, he owned every inch of her. More so when he caught her chin and urged her to meet his gaze.

When she squeezed her eyes shut, shielding herself from the intensity in his eyes, he tutted.

He stilled and waited, until she looked at him again.

Like a carrot on a stick, she did whatever he asked just to have him conquer her, to show her a wealth of pleasure, and draw every last ounce of ecstasy from her.

Her heart swelled, filling her until she couldn’t breathe.

He huffed with each thrust, then slowed, his face contorting into an agonizing happiness as he pinned his hips in place. Such passion lay deep in the man she’d come to know…

Tears pressed at the backs of her eyes, but she shoved them down.

“Tired?” she asked instead, wiggling to free a hand. She stroked his jawline, pausing to brush her thumb across his uneven mouth that she found so damn sexy.

“Yes.” He hoisted her into his arms, clasped her against his chest, then sank onto the bed.

Like a ragdoll, he shifted her limbs until she was snug, tucked into the curve of his body with her cheek on his shoulder and her fingers on his sternum. He stretched to yank the blanket over them, and only when satisfied, he tightened his arm around her upper back to hold her close.

She had this to look forward to until the honeymoon phase was over.

Then what? Before Dad died, she’d been selected for an internship—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study xeno-zoology in the far reaches of their known galaxy.

Mom’s downward spiral had Britt giving up her dream.

Her talents were wasted at Stay Alive and any previous short-lived job she’d suffered through.

But it meant coming home every night, keeping Mom company, making sure she ate and slept.

Especially when she’d blamed herself for almost losing her patient’s baby.

It had been a difficult birth, with long hours putting strain on all the medical staff.