and her green eyes sparkled with curiosity. All his
willpower couldn't keep his gaze from tracing over her luscious body.
She still wore the same green vee-necked shirt that matched her eyes, and
Alyssandra had loaned her a pair of blue jeans and some worn riding
boots.
Grayson was convinced that each piece of clothing had been specially
made for her because each lovingly hugged her generous curves.
Either that or they'd been fashioned to torment him. And they were
definitely doing their job on that count.
The breeze gently tousled Katelyn's unruly mane of hair, bringing the scent
of lavender that always clung to her to infuse his senses. He leaned closer
and inhaled.
"Whoa, stalker boy." She flattened a palm against his chest and kept her
arm straight to put distance between them. "Hasn't anyone ever told you
sniffing a woman is a little out there?" Katelyn's lips curved into a sensual
smile, and she seemed more amused than irritated.
"I'm sorry." Chagrin flooded through him, and he stepped back until her
arm dropped back to her side. What was it about this woman that made
him act like a stag in heat whenever she was close? "You smell of warmed
lavender. I couldn't resist." He shrugged and adopted what he hoped was a
harmless expression.
She pursed her lips and perched her fists on her hips as she considered
him. "The only reason I'm going to let that slide is that I happen to like
scents, too. In fact..." Katelyn stepped close and leaned in until her nose
almost touched the side of his neck. She inhaled, and the motion brought
her breasts so close to his chest he could feel her body heat radiating
between them.
The majority of the blood in his system rushed due south. His cock swelled
almost painfully inside his breeches, and he internally winced.
Katelyn stepped back, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly, savoring his
scent. "Mmm, you smell like chai and man, which I don't understand,
because you didn't have any chai upstairs." He laughed, easing some of the
sharp arousal swimming inside his veins. "Chai? I've never had a woman
tell me that before." He couldn't help the self-conscious grin. "I have a
supply of chai I keep in my rooms. It's something of a vice, I suppose. One
of those Earth drinks we can't seem to make here."
Katelyn's smile widened. "As vices go, that's not a bad one. It's a sexy
smell." Her eyes glinted with mischief, and she grabbed his hand,
threading her fingers through his. "Are you going to show me around, or
are we going to stand here sniffing each other all day?"
This woman amazed him. He thought after Stone had caught them upstairs
that she would be embarrassed and hesitant. Granted, the mood had been
spoiled, and they had each gone their separate ways to change. But after
he'd found some nonsoiled breeches, he'd met her at her chambers, and he
had sensed no hesitancy in her at all.
She tugged on his arm, breaking him from his thoughts, I'm dying to see
the fountains I heard from the balcony." Apparently, Katelyn had come to
grips with her stay on another planet and was ready to explore. Grayson
loved her infectious energy and optimism and the way she quickly
adapted. He couldn't help but laugh. "All right, Seer. I must remind you
that this is a sexual society, and public places are utilized differently here
than they are on Earth."
Katelyn squeezed his hand and cocked an eyebrow while she mock glared
at him. "I'm a big girl, Prince Grayson. I won't faint dead away at the sight
of people having sex."
He shook his head even as he realized he enjoyed their friendly banter.
"Fair enough. I just didn't want you to be surprised."
She stepped close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before moving away
so quickly he thought he might have imagined it—except for the warmth
still burning his lips. "It takes a lot to surprise me. Although I could have
used that warning yesterday before 'meeting' the king like I did."
On Tador it wasn't uncommon
willpower couldn't keep his gaze from tracing over her luscious body.
She still wore the same green vee-necked shirt that matched her eyes, and
Alyssandra had loaned her a pair of blue jeans and some worn riding
boots.
Grayson was convinced that each piece of clothing had been specially
made for her because each lovingly hugged her generous curves.
Either that or they'd been fashioned to torment him. And they were
definitely doing their job on that count.
The breeze gently tousled Katelyn's unruly mane of hair, bringing the scent
of lavender that always clung to her to infuse his senses. He leaned closer
and inhaled.
"Whoa, stalker boy." She flattened a palm against his chest and kept her
arm straight to put distance between them. "Hasn't anyone ever told you
sniffing a woman is a little out there?" Katelyn's lips curved into a sensual
smile, and she seemed more amused than irritated.
"I'm sorry." Chagrin flooded through him, and he stepped back until her
arm dropped back to her side. What was it about this woman that made
him act like a stag in heat whenever she was close? "You smell of warmed
lavender. I couldn't resist." He shrugged and adopted what he hoped was a
harmless expression.
She pursed her lips and perched her fists on her hips as she considered
him. "The only reason I'm going to let that slide is that I happen to like
scents, too. In fact..." Katelyn stepped close and leaned in until her nose
almost touched the side of his neck. She inhaled, and the motion brought
her breasts so close to his chest he could feel her body heat radiating
between them.
The majority of the blood in his system rushed due south. His cock swelled
almost painfully inside his breeches, and he internally winced.
Katelyn stepped back, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly, savoring his
scent. "Mmm, you smell like chai and man, which I don't understand,
because you didn't have any chai upstairs." He laughed, easing some of the
sharp arousal swimming inside his veins. "Chai? I've never had a woman
tell me that before." He couldn't help the self-conscious grin. "I have a
supply of chai I keep in my rooms. It's something of a vice, I suppose. One
of those Earth drinks we can't seem to make here."
Katelyn's smile widened. "As vices go, that's not a bad one. It's a sexy
smell." Her eyes glinted with mischief, and she grabbed his hand,
threading her fingers through his. "Are you going to show me around, or
are we going to stand here sniffing each other all day?"
This woman amazed him. He thought after Stone had caught them upstairs
that she would be embarrassed and hesitant. Granted, the mood had been
spoiled, and they had each gone their separate ways to change. But after
he'd found some nonsoiled breeches, he'd met her at her chambers, and he
had sensed no hesitancy in her at all.
She tugged on his arm, breaking him from his thoughts, I'm dying to see
the fountains I heard from the balcony." Apparently, Katelyn had come to
grips with her stay on another planet and was ready to explore. Grayson
loved her infectious energy and optimism and the way she quickly
adapted. He couldn't help but laugh. "All right, Seer. I must remind you
that this is a sexual society, and public places are utilized differently here
than they are on Earth."
Katelyn squeezed his hand and cocked an eyebrow while she mock glared
at him. "I'm a big girl, Prince Grayson. I won't faint dead away at the sight
of people having sex."
He shook his head even as he realized he enjoyed their friendly banter.
"Fair enough. I just didn't want you to be surprised."
She stepped close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before moving away
so quickly he thought he might have imagined it—except for the warmth
still burning his lips. "It takes a lot to surprise me. Although I could have
used that warning yesterday before 'meeting' the king like I did."
On Tador it wasn't uncommon
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