father’s farm followed by over a year of Guardian training had made his physique flawless.
He slipped a hand under the bottom of my shirt. “I always imagined you would be in a dress.”
“Does it really matter?”
“No. I would prefer this moment to any imagining I have had, whether awake or asleep.” He moved his hand to run it over my stomach, before using both hands to pull my shirt over my head.
I lifted up my arms to make it easier. His eyes widened as he dropped my shirt on top of his. He reached to remove my bra, hesitating for a second. I had a pretty good idea he’d never seen that kind of bra before—or when I really thought about it, any bra.
“Is this your first time, too?” I asked.
He nodded. “Of course. Who else… why would you ask that?”
I looked down. “I just wanted to know.”
“Do not look away. I wanted to make sure you were not of the wrong impression of who I am.”
“I know who you are.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to mine.
He quickly responded to the kiss, groaning as he moved his hands to fiddle with my bra.
“It clasps in the back.”
He found the clasp and unhooked it. I dropped my arms, letting the bra fall to the floor. I refused to get embarrassed when his eyes zeroed in on my chest.
He moved a hand to my breast while continuing to kiss me. I moaned, loving the feel of his hand on me. I’d been craving his touch since I’d met him, and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Without breaking the kiss, he untied my pants. As I stepped out of my pants and underwear, he brushed his hand against my leg. The touch sent chills down my entire body.
He stepped back, devouring every inch of me with his eyes. “Beautiful. You are perfection.”
His hands moved next to his own pants, and it was my turn to have wide eyes. Evidently, underwear wasn’t the thing for men in Energo. He stepped toward me, taking my hand to lead me over to the bed.
After pulling back the sheets, he helped me in before slipping in beside me. “I promise to cherish you always.”
Chapter Nine
Samantha
Charlotte owned a lot of short dresses. At first, I ignored those and concentrated on the four or five pairs of stiff blue pants that Kevin seemed to prefer, but a deep red dress caught my attention, and I had to try it on. The long sleeves seemed appropriate for the time of year. I found a pair of black leggings in her drawer that I assumed would go with the dress. I trusted that Charlotte was right that I could get away with wearing my boots. I packed a pair of the pants and a few shirts in my pack before going downstairs to meet the men.
Kevin gawked at me. “Wow. You look incredible.”
“Thanks. Charlotte told me I could borrow anything of hers.”
“Of course. Charlotte wouldn’t mind at all,” Monty was quick to reassure me.
I did not need the reassurance—especially not from him. I forced myself to stop thinking about the troubling dream I’d had.
Talen walked into the room. “Is everyone ready?” He was dressed head to toe in white. With his snow white hair, he was quite the sight.
“Way to blend in, man.” Kevin really had a problem with the Arco. I wondered where the bad blood stemmed from.
Monty approached the issue more tactfully. “Talen, didn’t you see the extra clothes I laid out for you?”
Talen leaned a hand on the counter. “I prefer to wear my own.”
Kevin rolled his eyes.
Monty shrugged. “I’d prefer it if you changed, but we don’t have time to argue. The car’s in the driveway.”
We walked out the side door. A bright red conveyance sat on four wheels on the rock portion of the front yard, what I assumed Monty had meant by “driveway.”
Kevin turned to Monty. “Umm, when did you get a new car?”
Monty locked the door behind us. “It’s bad enough
He slipped a hand under the bottom of my shirt. “I always imagined you would be in a dress.”
“Does it really matter?”
“No. I would prefer this moment to any imagining I have had, whether awake or asleep.” He moved his hand to run it over my stomach, before using both hands to pull my shirt over my head.
I lifted up my arms to make it easier. His eyes widened as he dropped my shirt on top of his. He reached to remove my bra, hesitating for a second. I had a pretty good idea he’d never seen that kind of bra before—or when I really thought about it, any bra.
“Is this your first time, too?” I asked.
He nodded. “Of course. Who else… why would you ask that?”
I looked down. “I just wanted to know.”
“Do not look away. I wanted to make sure you were not of the wrong impression of who I am.”
“I know who you are.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to mine.
He quickly responded to the kiss, groaning as he moved his hands to fiddle with my bra.
“It clasps in the back.”
He found the clasp and unhooked it. I dropped my arms, letting the bra fall to the floor. I refused to get embarrassed when his eyes zeroed in on my chest.
He moved a hand to my breast while continuing to kiss me. I moaned, loving the feel of his hand on me. I’d been craving his touch since I’d met him, and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Without breaking the kiss, he untied my pants. As I stepped out of my pants and underwear, he brushed his hand against my leg. The touch sent chills down my entire body.
He stepped back, devouring every inch of me with his eyes. “Beautiful. You are perfection.”
His hands moved next to his own pants, and it was my turn to have wide eyes. Evidently, underwear wasn’t the thing for men in Energo. He stepped toward me, taking my hand to lead me over to the bed.
After pulling back the sheets, he helped me in before slipping in beside me. “I promise to cherish you always.”
Chapter Nine
Samantha
Charlotte owned a lot of short dresses. At first, I ignored those and concentrated on the four or five pairs of stiff blue pants that Kevin seemed to prefer, but a deep red dress caught my attention, and I had to try it on. The long sleeves seemed appropriate for the time of year. I found a pair of black leggings in her drawer that I assumed would go with the dress. I trusted that Charlotte was right that I could get away with wearing my boots. I packed a pair of the pants and a few shirts in my pack before going downstairs to meet the men.
Kevin gawked at me. “Wow. You look incredible.”
“Thanks. Charlotte told me I could borrow anything of hers.”
“Of course. Charlotte wouldn’t mind at all,” Monty was quick to reassure me.
I did not need the reassurance—especially not from him. I forced myself to stop thinking about the troubling dream I’d had.
Talen walked into the room. “Is everyone ready?” He was dressed head to toe in white. With his snow white hair, he was quite the sight.
“Way to blend in, man.” Kevin really had a problem with the Arco. I wondered where the bad blood stemmed from.
Monty approached the issue more tactfully. “Talen, didn’t you see the extra clothes I laid out for you?”
Talen leaned a hand on the counter. “I prefer to wear my own.”
Kevin rolled his eyes.
Monty shrugged. “I’d prefer it if you changed, but we don’t have time to argue. The car’s in the driveway.”
We walked out the side door. A bright red conveyance sat on four wheels on the rock portion of the front yard, what I assumed Monty had meant by “driveway.”
Kevin turned to Monty. “Umm, when did you get a new car?”
Monty locked the door behind us. “It’s bad enough
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