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I gulped as he swung a leg over my hip and his erection brushed against me. Despite all the fantasies I wanted to try with Silver—like having him at my mercy—something prodded at the back of my mind.
Silver’s hair was dry now and tangled into a wonderful mess. As I worked a few knots free from the silky strands, it came to me. “Oh, Sola!” I couldn’t believe how careless I’d been. “I didn’t say it back.”
Drugged by my fingers in his hair, Silver’s lazy expression warmed my heart. “Say what, baby?”
Baby? Didn’t Earthers call their youngest offspring baby? A stifling blanket of insecurities and doubts started to suffocate me.
“Hey.” Silver wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my head to his chest. “What put that look on your face?”
In general, my brother’s advice for my nonexistent relationships had been terrible, but one thing he’d said had stuck with me. D’iver claimed that honesty was the key to a healthy relationship with a mate. Best start there. “I hate that you think of me as young.”
Silver leaned back so I could read the truth on his face. “Are you younger than me? Yes.” I gulped at the tenderness in his voice. “Do I think of you as young? No.” He trailed a finger over the rim of my ear. “Lovers on Earthsometimes call each other baby.” Then he sucked my ear, exhaling warm air inside. “Wanna know what I think of you?”
Nerves spiking, I licked one fang.Why haven’t they retracted?
“I think you’re brave. Generous. A fabulous cook. Endlessly patient. A biodome miracle worker…” He sucked in a breath. “And the best damn thing that’s ever come into my life.” He smiled, but it was a soft one rather than his usual cheeky one. “Can I call you baby now?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my breath ghosting over his lips.
“Good. Now what was it you wanted to tell me?”
“I love you too.” I pressed my forehead to his.
With a clumsy hand, he petted my hair, his eyes turning glassy with moisture. “That’s good, baby, real good.”
I hugged him tight, smiling so wide it hurt. “Don’t get me wrong, I love all this cuddling, but I have something else on my mind right now.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“I’ll give you a clue.” I winked. “It’s long and hard, and I’m guessing it will be the best thing I ever put into my mouth.” Then I reached down and tugged his fuzzy balls. “It’s my turn.”
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Myheartracedfasterthan a ship in hyper-drive as D’alton’s “I love you”rocketed through my veins. I swatted the embarrassing tear trickling down my cheek away, even though D’alton looked nothing but charmed.
I’d had enough of pouring my heart out to lovers who never returned it. With D’alton, I knew he would cherish my love and keep it safe. The devotion in his eyes, the care in his lingering touch, the way he thrived on making my life easier—every embrace opened my closed-off heart more. He would never throw it back in my face or give me ultimatums.
D’alton leaned down and kissed me on the nose before his sweet gaze turned hot. I moaned when he cupped my balls, and a bolt of lust buzzed from my gut straight to my nuts. Thank God. Enough weepy bullshit.
D’alton let go of my balls and shifted out from beneath me, his innocent smile turning mischievous. He planted a hand on my chest and pushed me into the mattress, his copper-colored eyes mapping every inch of my body, but something still held him back.
I’d let him take the lead. Remove all pressure. “Play away,” I said, lying spread-eagled across his bed. My dick stood up off my stomach, drooling, begging for his dark fingers to fist it.
“Do you mean it?” D’alton trailed a finger through the hair onmy chest.
From the first moment I’d seen the graceful way he moved his hands, I’d been obsessed. His thick knuckles and capable fingers handling every task—from releasing the stems on sala leaves to handling a bow to folding my underwear—played on repeat in my dreams.
“You’re sure you’re not going to get all weird on me again if I call you handsome and give you compliments?”
Jesus, I’d been an asshole. “If you’re worried, test me.”Please don’t let me mess this up.
“I’m more worried about you punching me,” he teased, but his voice hitched with seriousness. D’alton’s long fingers glided over my chest, stopping to circle my nipples, sending shivers over my skin.
“You’re so strong.” He gauged my reaction before slipping one palm over my thigh and stopping at the sensitive skin in the crease of my hip. “Can I smell you here?”
Hell yeah. My cock bounced, wanting attention. “Do whatever you want, baby.”
His moan echoed mine as he knelt over me, hands planted on either side of my hips, and nuzzled his face into my groin. Propped on my elbows, I watched as his purple tongue skated over the coarse hair where he inhaled. When he squeezed his eyes shut and his tongue flickered over one fang, I knew what he wanted.
