At
least not anymore.
He returned to front door, opening the screen. “It’s clear.”
“Thank god,” she breathed.
He brushed a hand down her cheek. What he’d do to be able to
take her back to his planet and court her like real lovers did. He’d take such
pleasure showing her the world he’d left behind. The great red-gold cliffs that
reared high into a red-tinged sky, like earth’s sunset smeared thick across a
canvas. The magnificent creatures, big and small. The beautiful but often
deadly plants.
And then when he’d made love to her, again and again, until
her throat was dry from calling out his name, he’d leave her to sleep off the
pleasant weariness of great sex while he prepared her dinner using his favorite
Carèche delicacies.
Perhaps the fragrant, melt-in-the-mouth caltronian meat,
wrapped in the leaves of a shanash vine, where every bite released a different
flavor. And to finish, the creamy, purple innards of the lekkle fruit with its
odd, spicy aftertaste. Afterward, he’d pour her a lakroda, Carèche’s answer to
liquor on a vine.
They’d sip on the minty, spicy liquor, sharing long looks
and yearning smiles…
Ally brushed past him and headed toward the kitchen, Bonnie
at her heels. With a heavy sigh, he stepped aside to close the door.
The ginger cat shot up the footpath and squeezed through the
narrowing gap, meowing as if he’d just come home. Perhaps he had. Renate
crooked a brow and with exaggerated politeness said to the odd animal, “Do come
in.”
The door clicked shut behind him when the noise of running
water sounded. Ally jumped up and down, clapping her hands and squealing. “It
works! The water actually works!”
He followed her into the kitchen, where she stood on tiptoes
and leaned over the sink. She pressed her brow against the window pane that
overlooked the back yard and exclaimed, “Oh, they have a water tank on a stand!
No wonder. It’s gravity fed.” She turned around, straight into his arms. “I can
have a shower—a cold shower—but still!”
“Mind if I join you?” he asked huskily.
She hit him playfully. “That’s such a man thing to say.”
“It is?” He cupped her chin, holding her gaze to his. “Is
that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Her breath caught. “Neither, really. It’s just typical of a
male—clearly from any planet.”
“Mm.” he leaned down, taking her lips with his own and
murmuring between long, luxurious kisses, “Is this typical of a male, too?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her lashes dropped. “But not here, not
in the kitchen.”
His grin felt all kinds of wicked when he teased, “I don’t
see anyone watching, if that’s what worrying you.”
She gestured helplessly behind him. “Bonnie and Leopold
might be…”
“Leopold?”
She twined her arms around the back of his neck, lashes
fluttered upward. “He deserves his own name, doesn’t he?”
His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her up. She shrieked
a little and then giggled helplessly. And as she wrapped her legs around his
hips, his grin stretched even wider. “Leopold it is,” he agreed.
Her head resting against his shoulder as he carried her into
the bathroom, she clung to him as if she’d never let go. And something in his
chest almost hurt at this unwitting trust she placed in him—without even one
bit of mind control.
He placed her on her feet on the dirty, off-white tiles with
the matching colored walls. Right then he didn’t care about their surrounds and
he knew Ally didn’t either. They could have been in a palace for all the notice
they took, their eyes only for each other.
He helped her take off her boots and socks, then her
clothes. When she returned the favor and peeled off his pants, her hands were
noticeably unsteady.
They kissed again, tongues joining and lips urgently mashing
together. His cock throbbed hard and insistent against her belly. But somehow
he found restraint and said hoarsely, “Let’s get clean
least not anymore.
He returned to front door, opening the screen. “It’s clear.”
“Thank god,” she breathed.
He brushed a hand down her cheek. What he’d do to be able to
take her back to his planet and court her like real lovers did. He’d take such
pleasure showing her the world he’d left behind. The great red-gold cliffs that
reared high into a red-tinged sky, like earth’s sunset smeared thick across a
canvas. The magnificent creatures, big and small. The beautiful but often
deadly plants.
And then when he’d made love to her, again and again, until
her throat was dry from calling out his name, he’d leave her to sleep off the
pleasant weariness of great sex while he prepared her dinner using his favorite
Carèche delicacies.
Perhaps the fragrant, melt-in-the-mouth caltronian meat,
wrapped in the leaves of a shanash vine, where every bite released a different
flavor. And to finish, the creamy, purple innards of the lekkle fruit with its
odd, spicy aftertaste. Afterward, he’d pour her a lakroda, Carèche’s answer to
liquor on a vine.
They’d sip on the minty, spicy liquor, sharing long looks
and yearning smiles…
Ally brushed past him and headed toward the kitchen, Bonnie
at her heels. With a heavy sigh, he stepped aside to close the door.
The ginger cat shot up the footpath and squeezed through the
narrowing gap, meowing as if he’d just come home. Perhaps he had. Renate
crooked a brow and with exaggerated politeness said to the odd animal, “Do come
in.”
The door clicked shut behind him when the noise of running
water sounded. Ally jumped up and down, clapping her hands and squealing. “It
works! The water actually works!”
He followed her into the kitchen, where she stood on tiptoes
and leaned over the sink. She pressed her brow against the window pane that
overlooked the back yard and exclaimed, “Oh, they have a water tank on a stand!
No wonder. It’s gravity fed.” She turned around, straight into his arms. “I can
have a shower—a cold shower—but still!”
“Mind if I join you?” he asked huskily.
She hit him playfully. “That’s such a man thing to say.”
“It is?” He cupped her chin, holding her gaze to his. “Is
that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Her breath caught. “Neither, really. It’s just typical of a
male—clearly from any planet.”
“Mm.” he leaned down, taking her lips with his own and
murmuring between long, luxurious kisses, “Is this typical of a male, too?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her lashes dropped. “But not here, not
in the kitchen.”
His grin felt all kinds of wicked when he teased, “I don’t
see anyone watching, if that’s what worrying you.”
She gestured helplessly behind him. “Bonnie and Leopold
might be…”
“Leopold?”
She twined her arms around the back of his neck, lashes
fluttered upward. “He deserves his own name, doesn’t he?”
His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her up. She shrieked
a little and then giggled helplessly. And as she wrapped her legs around his
hips, his grin stretched even wider. “Leopold it is,” he agreed.
Her head resting against his shoulder as he carried her into
the bathroom, she clung to him as if she’d never let go. And something in his
chest almost hurt at this unwitting trust she placed in him—without even one
bit of mind control.
He placed her on her feet on the dirty, off-white tiles with
the matching colored walls. Right then he didn’t care about their surrounds and
he knew Ally didn’t either. They could have been in a palace for all the notice
they took, their eyes only for each other.
He helped her take off her boots and socks, then her
clothes. When she returned the favor and peeled off his pants, her hands were
noticeably unsteady.
They kissed again, tongues joining and lips urgently mashing
together. His cock throbbed hard and insistent against her belly. But somehow
he found restraint and said hoarsely, “Let’s get clean
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