liking.”
Quite the opposite . He slid off the bed. Stepping forward, he brushed a hand down her tanned arm. She belonged with him on Tyto, not here to provide pleasure for others. Where did that thought come from ?
She wouldn’t be accepted in his kingdom. She was Terran. Right now, he didn’t care. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” And he’d give her as much pleasure as she gave him, more even.
She didn’t shy away, but calmed down against him. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he ran his thumb along her full pink lips. He couldn’t wait to taste them, have them around his cock. Gods, she drives me wild .
He leaned forward to savor her luscious lips, but she pulled away with a whimper. “I can’t do this.”
“But you’re an Adamo. This is what you’re paid to do.” He wanted the experience to be more than an obligation. Having the night end before it began didn’t work for him.
She gazed down at her feet. “This is my first appointment. I…I’m not used to kissing and all that.”
A beautiful woman like her had never been kissed before, and on Elatia of all places? How was that possible? “You can take the lead then. But join me on the bed.”
She stiffened, as if becoming distant. “We’ll start on the massage table for the standard rubdown, sir. We’ll move to the bed later in the night.”
Oh yes they would, and there he’d turn the tides, take control of the night and escort her into the land of oblivion. He need only wait for her to let her guard down.
At the table, he dropped his robe to the ground, ensuring Xia had a full-frontal view.
What would she think of him? Was she disgusted by his Otarian form?
His abnormal self-consciousness helped to calm his raging hard-on, but his mind kept returning to Xia. He needed to touch her again, taste her, be in her. Finally, he’d found a woman he hungered for, rather than one he’d simply use as a means to an end. But was the feeling simply a by-product of the eletin added to the water of this planet and infused into the hotel’s ventilation system? He lay down, cringing in the process. This was going to be a long night.
“Are you ready, sir?”
Sir, again ? “Yes, miss, I’m ready.”
She unzipped her appointment bag. “You may call me Adamo.”
“And you may call me Aris.” I plan to have you screaming my name by the end of the night .
“I prefer sir . Please lie still and relax.”
He sighed. One way or another, he would break down her walls.
Oil sloshed onto his back, the strong scent of eletin encapsulating the room. As Xia’s hands met his bare skin, he tensed then melted into a puddle. Her hands worked to loosen every muscle throughout his back, down his legs, and along his arms. No touch had ever made him so rested, yet raring to go at the same time. Though this was her first time, she’d learned well, digging deep into his body. He couldn’t wait to turn over and experience her knowledge of his other erogenous zones.
Trailing a finger down his spine, she whispered, “It’s time to move to the bed, sir. Please lie on your back.”
With his legs flimsy like rubber, he wobbled over to the bed, his mind set on how to seduce her, make her want him the way he wanted her.
Chapter Four
From the moment she’d heard his deep, husky voice, her body raced with anticipation. She’d recognized him, remembered the intense, sensual dreams she’d experienced while trying to rest during the afternoon. And she’d only just met him. How would she feel after this appointment ended? Would every client make her experience the same rush of emotions, or only Aris, the Otarian man who must remain a sworn enemy?
Sighing, she sauntered toward the bed. She couldn’t think about the problems of her race—they’d abandoned her. No one had ever come to find her.
And she had a client to pleasure. That’s all he could be. Nothing more.
She crawled up onto the bed, positioning herself between Aris’s spread