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“Don’t get all cocky on me.” Vegas grinned. “But what’s not to admire?” Her hand skimmed over the sheet covering his bare chest. “Although, there’s room for improvement. You need to work on your stubbornness.”

“I am not stubborn. I know my own mind.” One thing Solan knew for sure was that he wanted this human in his life. The strange feelings that had worried him. He didn’t want to be without her, but he did want those to go. Love was an odd feeling.

“What’s troubling you?”

“The lack of control I have over these sensations. Galaxars do not like to be vulnerable.”

“Being in love makes you vulnerable,” Vegas said. “That’s part of the problem. You have to trust the other one isn’t going to break your heart.”

“Is that why you are alone?”

Vegas stiffened. “I’m not alone. I have my work.”

“You do not love your work.”

“I do sometimes.”

“It is not the same as loving me?”

A delightful flush of pink crossed Vegas’s face. “It is different. Loving you will be a challenge.”

“We present each other with unique challenges,” Solan said. “It is a challenge I will conquer.”

The touch of her fingers on his bare chest made his muscles tense. “How do you intend to win this challenge?”

“By doing this.” Solan grasped the back of Vegas’s head and pulled her down. Their lips met and their tongues collided. Ignoring the ache in his side from the stab wound, he pulled her down on top of him and melded her soft, sweet body against his.

She pulled away from their kiss, her breathing sounding ragged. “You’re supposed to be recovering.”

“I feel much better.”

She smiled at him. “If you’re certain I’m not hurting you.”

“This will aid in my recovery.” Solan pressed kisses across her face, tasting the sweetness of her skin and delighting in the way her coloring changed as she grew aroused.

Solan resisted the urge to flip Vegas onto her back and cover her body with his. She had also been injured; he needed to be careful with her.

The bucking of her hips against him muddled his ability to think. He bucked up against her. The force almost knocked Vegas off the bed.

She braced herself against his chest and gave a startled laugh.

“I did not mean for that to happen,” Solan said.

Vegas laughed again and kissed him softly on the lips. “It’s fine. We’re getting used to each other.”

“I want to get used to you.” Solan traced his tongue down her neck and wrapped his fingers into her hair, grinding himself against her. He was more restrained this time, wanting to get a feel of her body and not scare her.

“You know, this is only going to make your symptoms worse,” Vegas said as he continued to kiss her.

Solan’s hands slid down her sides before he discovered the zip on her jumpsuit and eased it lower. “My symptoms?”

“Your love sickness,” Vegas said. “Doing this isn’t going to help. You won’t be able to do this once and think you’re cured.”

“I don’t want to mate with you just once. I want to mate with you every day. Several times a day. We will mate until you are unable to stand and I have to carry you everywhere.” He bucked his hips against her again.

Vegas’s eyes widened. “Let’s start slow. One mating at a time until we figure out how everything works.”

“I know what works.”