He chuckled. “I am big. See? We’re talking and being honest. I like this. Why are you blushing? It is appealing.”
Dana peeked back at him. He watched her with a slight smile on his face. His amusement was easy to identify. “You’re enjoying this.”
“A little.” He shrugged. “I will let you go if you really want me to, but I’d like to keep holding you. It feels nice.”
It did. If she could just ignore that it wasn’t his thigh pressed against the back of hers. “It does,” she admitted.
“I wouldn’t know how to convince you to share sex with me. You’re not Species.” He frowned and glanced down at the top of where the flag was tucked around her breasts. “The last thing I’d want is to make you fear me. Humans are vastly different.”
“Are we?” She wanted to steer the subject away from sex. He was too good-looking and it had been a long time since she’d felt an honest attraction to a man. She was very aware of Mourn.
“Yes. Species females are aggressive. They would grab me and rub up against my body. They don’t blush or shy away from me the way you do.”
“Does that happen often? You know, women going after you?” She didn’t like the little seed of jealousy it spawned.
“Sometimes. They pity me.”
“But you haven’t, um, gone through with it?”
“You’re the first female who has made me hard. I haven’t shared sex with anyone except my mate.”
He’d told her that before, but she didn’t know what he did while he was away from her. Things might have changed. “Oh.”
“It confuses me,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. “I like you.”
“I like you too, Mourn.”
He stared at her. “Do I affect you?” He leaned back a little and looked lower, between their bodies. His body tensed. “Do you like how I look?”
Dana couldn’t help but gawk a little. Every muscle in his abs showed. He had the kind of washboard stomach that tempted her to reach out and explore it with her hands. She resisted. “You’re very…in shape.” That was a safe way to put it.
“Is that good? Does my size threaten you?”
It was difficult to tear her attention away from his abdomen but she managed, looking up at his face again. “You don’t scare me, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good. That is the last thing I want. You didn’t answer my question. Do I affect you?”
Dana stumbled for an answer.
“It’s okay.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I didn’t think you would be attracted to me, but I needed to ask. We’re too different.”
She hated the way he sounded hurt. She reached out and hesitantly placed her hand against his shoulder. “Mourn?”
“I don’t know what I was thinking. Deception is for humans.”
“What does that mean?” She felt a little alarmed by that word.
He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her again. “I set the sprinklers to go off and get us wet. I hoped that if you saw me mostly undressed, you’d be attracted to me.”
“Why would you do that?” It stunned her. She wasn’t upset, just surprised and confused.
“You make me feel good things. I wanted to hold you and see if you’d want to share sex with me.”
It wasn’t the first time a man had hit on her, but she had to say it was the most unusual tactic anyone had ever deployed. “Oh.”
“You aren’t attracted to me. I understand.” Pain flashed in his eyes. “No female will ever wish to be my mate again.”
“Mate?” The word staggered her a little. He wasn’t just looking for a one-night stand.
He gave a firm nod. “We have so much in common, Dana. I’m attracted to you. I enjoy talking to you.”
She finally recovered. “Those aren’t reasons to marry someone.”
“I mated to 139 because I was told to when they left her with me. We were happy.”
It broke her heart and she leaned in closer, hating the pain she saw. “You’re still grieving her loss. You can’t just replace one woman with another.”
“Is that what you believe? You’re nothing like her.” He frowned. “You’re human and I still want you.”
She wasn’t sure if she should feel insulted. She let it go, not believing it was meant that way. “It’s just sexual attraction. We’re talking and growing closer. It’s normal.”
“You aren’t attracted to me.”
Dana debated and then blew out a breath. “I am.”
His eyes narrowed and his arms tightened around her. “You are?”
“You’re a very handsome man, Mourn.”
“What else do you like about me?”
“Your eyes are…” She paused.
“Frightening? Strangely inhuman?”
“Spectacular,” she corrected. “I could stare into them all day.”
“What about my size? Do you think I’ll bruise or crush you? I worry about that. You look delicate. I know how to be gentle.”
“I’m sure you could be.”
“I would never force you. My mate was ill for a long time. I never touched her that way, no matter how much I hurt to share sex. Her needs came first.”
She believed that about him. “That makes you thoughtful.”