Page 53 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Yes.” She nodded.

He frowned.

“What is it?”

Clair bit her lip. Should she? Then she decided, what the hell?

“We need to decide how often we have sex,” she said bluntly.

Kaelus had been drumming his long fingers on the steering yoke impatiently but now he went completely motionless.

Clair had to work very hard not to laugh at his startled expression.

“Excuse me?” he asked at last.

“You heard me.”

He frowned.

“I sincerely wish I had not.”

She reached across and patted his arm which was tight with tension.

“Come on, we're going to a planet where their entire society seems to revolve around mating. What if somebody asks?”

“No civilized individual would ask another male how often he mates his female,” Kaelus growled.

“You don't know that,” Clair said.

His eyes blazed.

“It would be an outrageous invasion of privacy!”

“So is asking married couples whether they knew what color toothbrush their spouse used, but apparently immigration officers on Earth do that kind of thing,” she pointed out.

He frowned.

“What does an oral hygiene device have to do with mating?”

Clair shrugged.

“Nothing. That's my point.”

Kaelus rubbed a hand over his face and his fingers made a whispery sound over his stubble.

“Choose whatever answer you wish,” he said at last.

Clair grinned.

“Twice a week?”

His head snapped around.

“No.”

She frowned.

“No?”