Not the first day? Then the second day would be okay?
No!
“I feel plenty good enough, thanks,” I said.
“All right,” he said. “But if you want more, you know where I am.”
He smiled and those damn dimples beamed.
I would have slapped myself if he wasn’t staring right at me.
“Right,” I said. “It’s…”
I spotted the clock produced by the replicator.
“Seven o’clock in the evening,” I said. “Wait. Seven already? Wow. I guess we should be winding down for the day, huh?”
“It’s a good idea,” he said. “The walls will still be here when we wake up tomorrow. We can start again then. If your wrists and arms feel up to it.”
I massaged them and was surprised at how much better they felt.
A whole lot better.
They’d feel even better with his hands on them again…
“I’ll tidy up the tools and then we can take a shower,” I said. “I mean, I can take a shower. We can—individually. Of course.”
“Whatever you say,” he said. “You’re the boss.”
If I was the boss, why did I feel so lightheaded suddenly? Why did my legs feel like they were about to give way beneath me?
Get a hold of yourself, girl! You might be trapped in this room with him for ages yet. You need to get a grip before you do something you regret.
Oh, I don’t think I’d regret anything…
Hussy.
With a strange man sharing my room, I didn’t feel comfortable getting naked in the shower. He could wander in there any time and have his way with me.
Him and that ridiculous body of his…
Egad! Put a cork in it!
I stripped the sheet off the bed and, with the taller Titan’s help, hung it up over the hole where the door was meant to be. What was it with these abductors of ours and their fear of doors? It wasn’t much protection but it made me feel better. It would prevent him from glancing in.
I stripped off and placed my dirty clothes in a laundry basket. The replicator was the most useful machine invented anywhere ever. Goodbye Main Street—you just got replaced by a tiny machine that everyone would have in their homes.
I checked the water temperature and climbed inside. Every few seconds, I glanced through the spray of water, wiped the droplets from my eyes, and peered in the direction of the bedsheet door.
It hadn’t been disturbed.
That was a good thing.
Then why did I feel disappointed?
I concentrated on scrubbing myself in the shower. I’d already asked the replicator for shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and a loofah. The replicator even knew the specific brand of shower gel I liked to use. Not bad for an alien machine, I thought.
I was so dirty, the water turned a dull grey as the dust washed off me and disappeared down the drain. Clean hair made a world of difference. I felt like a new person.
Once I was done, I reached for the faucet to turn the shower off. I surprised myself when I hesitated.
I’d already seen how my subconscious acted around Chax. Did I really want to see what would happen when we were both clean and fuzzy with warmth?
Who knows what might happen.
I needed to release my sexual repression. I needed to let go so I wouldn’t act on my baser impulses. Yes, I would still think them but I didn’t have to act.
The water was nice and warm and soothing as it washed over my body. I glanced at the blanket once more, checking the coast was clear.
I imagined him out there right now, waiting patiently for me to finish…
And then I imagined he wasn’t so patient. That he was attracted to me as much as I was to him. He’d been nothing but a gentleman but sometimes I wanted something a little more… visceral.
He would stride into the bathroom and see me standing there, the water running down the curves of my body. He would be turned on and instantly notice the look in my eye. He would approach me. I wouldn’t shy away, which would tell him everything he needed to know.
I want you.
He would lower his lips to my nipples. They were already pert with yearning. He would take them in his mouth and work his tongue around them, his big powerful hands reaching around and cupping my ass.
I worked hard for this body. It wasn’t always fun sweating in the gym. I lived for moments when a man appreciated how good I looked.
He’d grab my ass, spank me a little, and reach around, and slip a finger inside me from behind. His lips would keep working my breasts. Now, he would pinch me harder between his teeth until it was almost painful. Then I’d lift my leg a little to help him rub his finger in a little deeper.
He’d curl his finger, knowing just how I liked to be touched. Then he’d press his lips against mine, hungry, and passionate.
Then he’d bring his finger up and slip it in his mouth. He’d taste me and he’d like it. Then I’d take it from him and nibble on it.
I strummed myself in the shower, slipping my finger inside and playing out the fantasy I imagined him doing to me.
Then he would ram that big cock of his inside me. No warm-up, no hesitation. He would claim me and I would be his. I knew it was big. I saw his underwear earlier, and even unexcited as he’d been, it made my lips quiver with anticipation.
The water would spill down our bodies the way it was now over mine. He would press me against the wall and thrust inside me mercilessly as I held onto him, raking my nails down his back.
I’d seen how fast he could heal. He could take it. And I’d bite him viciously on the chest and neck. I’d do to him what I’d been too cautious to do with men back home.
And that thought—that
