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Emilia looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, face dripping from the water she had splashed on herself to cool off. She was surprised there were no pink hearts pulsing in her eyes.
When had she ever been so turned-on at the sight of a man’s half-naked body? And one wearing an Ancient Egyptian style skirt, at that?Oh, and don’t forget the sexy tail, Emi.
The moment her brain had registered Dar’s naked chest, all his muscles and stripes on full display, his muscular thighs flexing as he headed her way across the bridge, all brain functions had ceased. Her mouth had gone dry, her pulse had skyrocketed, and liquid heat had pooled in her core. How she had managed to string a few words together, she had no idea.
Then Emilia had had to rub her thighs together throughout their late lunch, thankful for the cover the table provided, to alleviate the building pressure in her clit. Watching Dar prep their food, seeing his playful grin, hearing his deep voice – her panties were soaked. The stories he had told her about two big cases he had solved all on his own, had only stoked the flames inside her higher. Flames that had nothing to do with the spicy stew.
When he had lain on the examination bed for the medical scan, she had been a breath away from climbing on top of him and checking every inch of his body herself. With lips and tongue. Only Cubbie in her arms and the bruises detected by the Medic had kept her off Dar.
But now that the checkup and short ‘repair procedure’ were over and it was time to make the bed… Dar showing her the storage spaces hidden in the bedroom floor had given her time to get a hold of herself, but had she used it? No. She had been too busy ogling him when he hadn’t been looking. So, when he had gone to get the cushions from the cargo hold, she had rushed to the bathroom to cool off.
Yeah, good luck with that. She wanted Dar. Was desperate to be with him in every sense of the word. There was no denying it at this point. She had been willing to go all the way with him before Funk’fru, but now the need to have him inside her, filling her up, thrusting into her with those powerful thighs of his, was bordering on pain. Maybe they were truly meant to be together, and her denying it went against the galaxy’s will?
Ridiculous.
“Lia, you coming?”
I wish.“I’ll be right out, Dar.”
She had two options: go with the flow, or go against it. In the first case, she’d finally discover what lay under that kilt and, judging by the talents Dar had displayed so far, have the best sex of her life. In the second case, she would play it safe rather than risk ‘solidifying the sacred bond’ without being sure she and Dar had any future together. Did she really want to string him along when at the end of this adventure she was supposed to go back to her world?
“Pumpkin, are you unwell? Need help with the expeller?”
Argh!Why did he have to be so sweet and considerate?Going against the flow it is, then.
“All good,” Emilia announced as she opened the bathroom door. “I’m ready.”
He grinned. “Ready to test the nest together?”
Yes, yes!Wait. “Test how?”
“With our bodies, of course.” His grin widened, probably because her face had turned as red as a tomato.
Fuck going against the flow. Let’s do some testing!
“It’s the only way to determine the right amount of feathers to go into each cushion,” Dar kept going. “We stuff, test, stuff some more, test, unstuff a bit, test, and so forth.”
“Oh.” She had expected there would be stuffing but of a different kind. But this was good. Putting the feathers of an alien bird into cushions would surely erase all thoughts of sexy time from her mind. “Where are we going to doit?”
His tail paused for a second before resuming its constant motion.
Ha! Got you there.
“I say we pour the feathers in the empty nest and take a seat on the step.”
“Okay... Where’s Cubbie?” she asked while following Dar to the ‘nest’ andnotlooking at his tailed ass, perfectly outlined by the kilt.
The rabbisaurus was always around. During their late lunch, he had kept them company from the comfort of the illuminator sill, eyes trained on the brain on Dar’s plate. While Dar had been showing her his hidden wardrobe, Cubbie had been playing with a boot.
“Cubbie is sleeping on the bridge or in the cargo hold. Which is good, because otherwise he would be causing feathery chaos here.”
Dar handed her a cushion case once she sat at a safe distance from him.
Safeforhim, you mean.
“Open here at the back, Lia, like this… Yes, that’s right. Then you start stuffing from here downwards. Always in this direction.”
Emilia barely heard what he said next. How could she, when he leaned into her, his hand brushed hers during the demonstration, and his musky scent hit her full force? As she watched him pour the gold-yellow feathers from several bags, his muscles bulging, she realized there was no resisting Dar. Even the tufts of red hair on the top of his feet were cute.
