“What are you doing?” she panted out.
“Taking you to your bed.”
“Forget it.” And Van, if he were a crying man, would be sobbing. Until uptight Irene Conridge added, “The wall. Use the wall.”
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“W
here’s your dress…” He waved a finger around. “Thingy…robe whatchamacallit?” He finally pointed toward her.
She raised an eyebrow. He didn’t seem to notice the clean floor. Disappointment filled her. She’d hoped for more. Silly, she knew. After all, he was an earthman and she shouldn’t have cared what he thought.
“My robe was getting dirty along the hem so I removed it.”
Her gaze traveled slowly over him, noting the bulge below his waist. It was quite large. Odd. She mentally shook her head.
“Your clothes are quite dirty. Once again, I’ve proven that I’m superior in my way of thinking,” she told him.
“You’re naked.”
She glanced down. “You’re very observant,” she said, using his earlier words. “Did you know there’s a slight breeze outside? It made my nipples tingle and felt quite pleasant. Not that I would be tempted to stay on earth because of a breeze.”
“You…you…can’t…”
She frowned, “There’s something wrong with your speech. Are you ill? If you’d like, I can retrieve my diagnostic tool and examine you.” He was sweating. Not good. She only hoped she didn’t catch what he had.
“You can’t go around without clothes,” he sputtered. “And I’m not sick.”
“Then what are you?”
“Horny!” He marched to the other room, returning in a few minutes with her robe. “You can’t go around naked.”
“Why not?” She slipped her arms into the robe and belted it.
“It causes a certain reaction in men.”
“What kind of a reaction?”
What an interesting topic. She wanted to know more. Maybe they would be able to have a scientific conversation.
Kia had only talked about battles and Mala had talked about exploration of other planets, but Sam was actually speaking about something to do with the body. It was a very stimulating discussion.
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m going to kill Nick,” he grumbled. “No one said anything about having to explain the birds and bees.”
“And what’s so important about these birds and bees?”
He drew in a deep breath. “When a man sees a naked woman, it causes certain reactions inside him.”
“Like the bulge in your pants? It wasn’t there before.”
“Ah, Lord.”
“Did my nakedness do that?”
“You’re very beautiful.”
“But I’m not supposed to think so.”
“No, we’re not talking about that right now.”
She was so confused. Sam wasn’t making sense. “Then please explain what we are talking about.”
“Sex,” he blurted. “When a man sees a beautiful and very sexy naked woman it causes him to think about having sex with her.”
He looked relieved to finally have said so much. She thought about his words for a moment. A companion unit did not have these reactions unless buttons were pushed, and even then their response would be generic. This was very unusual. But also exciting that her nakedness would make him want to copulate. She felt quite powerful.
And she was also horny now that she knew what the word meant. She untied her robe and opened it. “Then we will join.”
He strangled and coughed again and jerked her robe closed. “No, it’s not done like that. Damnit, I’m not a companion unit to perform whenever you decide you need sex.”
“But don’t you want sex?”
“There are emotions that need to be involved. I’m not one of those guys who jump on top of a woman, gets his jollies and then goes his own way.”
“You want me on top?” She’d never been on top but she thought she could manage.
He firmly tied her robe, then raised her chin until her gaze met his.
“When I make love with a woman, I want her to know damn well who she’s with, and there won’t be anything clinical about it.” He lowered his mouth to hers.
He was touching her again. She should remind him that it was forbidden to touch a healer.
But there was something about his lips against hers, the way he brushed his tongue over them, then delved inside that made her body ache, made her want to lean in closer, made her want to have sex other than just to relieve herself of stress.
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