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“Yes, that’s the short version.”

She let her toe dip into the water and her eyelids fluttered shut with the lure of a warm bath. On the ship, they’d only had access to cleansing chambers that used artificial water supplies. And on Earth the water had been restricted for drinking only, so each home had similar chambers. Water baths were luxuries and only the wealthiest of Earthlings could afford them. The lure of actual water was too good to pass up. “Fine, but you need to face the other way.”

Bradi chuckled and turned around. She couldn’t help but watch him as he removed his shirt slowly. His muscles rippled with every movement and she wondered if he had to get his off-duty clothes specially tailored to fit his large size.

When he went for his pants, her mouth watered, remembering what it had been like seeing him drop his pants for her on the ship to get his shots.

“Why did I have to turn around if you were going to stand there and watch me undress anyway?”

Marisa stilled. How had he known that she’d been watching him? Had her eyes borne through him so much that he’d felt her? No. That was ridiculous. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He snorted and continued to undress. As hard as she tried to avert her gaze, she couldn’t tear it away from him. When his firm backside was exposed, a smile moved to her face as she caught sight of his dimpled ass cheeks.

“Would you like me to turn around? You could see all of me then.”

Marisa growled as she yanked her clothes off. “You arrogant jerk.”

Two warm hands grabbed her waist as she brought her shirt over her head. Trapped part in the material and part in fear, she stood still.

“Don’t move, Doc. Something’s close.”

Images of the eel flashed in her head as Bradi eased her shirt off. Fearing what might be stalking them, she gave little thought to her nudity and turned to face him. Bradi slid his hands down her torso before settling on the tops of her shorts, causing her breath to catch.

“We should get you out of these so you still have dry clothes tonight.”

“I thought that something was close to us.”

“It is,” he said with a sly grin. He positioned his hand over his groin before moving to touch her again.

She began to protest, but stopped when her gaze flickered down his tawny chest. She gasped when she saw the size of his cock. “My gods!”

It twitched and she jumped. Bradi laughed as he bent down before her. In a flash, he had her shorts around her ankles, and his face directly level with her pussy.

His eyes flickered closed and he swayed slightly. Fearing for his health, she touched his shoulder. “Janelle?”

“Mmm, you smell so good…good enough to eat. Can I taste you, Doc?”

His blue eyes locked on her, and she knew that she should be appalled by his lewd comments, but she wasn’t. She was turned on.

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“I want to run my tongue over you and lick your sweet cream. Allow me this pleasure, please.” Dipping his face forward, Bradi nuzzled in between her legs. She smelled so good, a mix of vanilla, dried blood, and his scent. There was little doubt in his mind that she carried his child. And he knew what she was capable of during sex. She could heal herself. And she needed to heal now. Plus, he needed her.

The harder he concentrated on her scent, the more he found it changing to match his own. He’d never given much thought to having children, not because he didn’t like them, but because he never thought he’d be able to impregnate anyone. Genetics were funny when it came to were-DNA. The recipient had to be a match for the seed to take, and the chances of that were so rare that he’d all but given up hope.

Bradi parted Marisa’s folds and ran his tongue out and over her clit. She bucked against his face and he laughed softly. He’d always thought her to be so stuffy, so conservative that he could hardly believe she was as wild as she was—and his.

Mine? She’ll never accept me—not when she finds out what I have done, and what I truly am.

Bradi pushed the thoughts of rejection out of his head and concentrated on Marisa. Her legs trembled with each flick of his tongue and he sensed it right before they gave out on her. Grabbing her quickly, he eased her to the ground. He parted her legs and buried his face in her pussy. She tasted every bit as wonderful as he’d thought she would and more. He’d never get enough of his wife.

My wife.

The words weren’t ones he’d thought would ever apply to him. In all the time he’d been alive, Bradi never once pictured himself married, tied to one woman. Now, as his tongue skated over her velvety folds, lapping up her cream, he couldn’t imagine life without Marisa in it.

She slid her fingers into his hair and his chest tightened. This time, Marisa was fully awake and knew that it was him, not Pete before her, yet she seemed every bit as willing as she had in the POD. Could that mean that she felt the same for him as she did Pete? Did she love him too?

Easing his finger into her tight channel, Bradi marveled at how wet she was. He wanted to slip his dick into her and let her body clench around him as he rode her, but he needed to see to her happiness first. Thrusting his finger in and out of her tight channel, he smiled as she began to pant. “You like that, don’t you, baby?”

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