“No, mate. No. I did not allow her to complete all of the tests on your body.”
“Why not?”
I touched her then because I had to, because I could no longer resist temptation. Settling my hands at her waist, I lowered my lips to her cheek and kissed her. Once. Twice. More. She was addictive. “Because I could not bear to have another see you, or witness your pleasure.”
“Pleasure? What are you talking about?” Natalie was confused, but my patience was at an end.
“Lie down on the table, mate. The sooner I complete the medical exam, the sooner we can go. I have a surprise for you.”
Chapter Four
Natalie
Holy effing hell. Roark was mine? Was this a cosmic joke? He stood before me, looming, all protective and growly and bossy, and I could do nothing but stare and wonder what drug I’d taken.
This couldn’t be real. He was too perfect to be real.
His clothes didn’t scream alien. His pants and boots were simple and black. He wore an odd gray tunic that highlighted every huge bulge of muscle on his massive chest and shoulders. He looked human, just a bit bigger than I was used to. He made Curtis, with his stringy blond hair, skinny torso and loafers, look like a twelve-year-old boy. Roark was all man. His hair was so dark it looked black, his eyes were focused and intense, the color of espresso. And his voice? It gave me shivers. So deep. So commanding. God, I wanted him to talk dirty to me in that voice.
Fuck me, Natalie.
You like that, naughty girl?
Oh, good grief. What the hell was wrong with me?
I transported halfway across the galaxy and woke up horny?
Yes. Apparently, that was exactly what happened. But was it me, or him?
So effing hot.
“Lie down on the table, mate. The sooner I complete the medical exam, the sooner we can go. As I said, I have a surprise for you.” Roark’s lips grazed my cheek and I responded to him automatically, lying down on my back on the hard table. He tugged at the robe bunched under my hips and I lifted my bottom off the table as he pulled it free and tossed the soft fabric to the ground, forgotten.
I licked my lips and tried to lie still, but it was difficult. I was naked and tried not to fidget or act weird. Nope. Nothing weird about this. I lay down naked on a table on an alien world before an Adonis and waited for some kind of freaky medical exam. No big deal. Yeah, right.
“Good, Natalie.” Roark nodded his approval and I felt like a little kid who just received a gold star on a test. He stepped to the side and retrieved an oddly shaped object from a nearby stand. Returning, he stood on my right. His left hand settled gently on my right thigh. His right hand held aloft the weird medical thing as he looked down at me. “Are you ready, mate?”
I could feel the frown crinkle my forehead, then smoothed it quickly, remembering my mother said that action would give me wrinkles.
“What are you going to do?” Not that I had any choice, apparently, but I wanted to know.
“I’m going to test your body’s reaction to stimuli, and ensure that you are fertile and able to accept my seed and make it grow.”
“What?” I jerked upright but his hand settled on my chest, just above my breasts, pushing me back down. The chain swung and brushed against my belly.
“The testing is required.”
I felt my eyes widen as I studied the device in his hand more closely. It looked like a large dildo with a couple of crazy attachments. I did not approve of the direction my imagination was going with this one. “And what are you going to do with that thing, exactly?”
He held me down, but his smile was pure male satisfaction. “I’m going to fuck you with it, and make you come so the doctor will know your body functions as a proper mate’s should.”
“You’re out of your mind. That’s not medical,” I replied, sputtering at the insanity of his plan.
He tilted his head as if I’d insulted him. Seriously? He was serious about this?
“You do not wish to cooperate with the exam?”
“We don’t have exams like this on Earth. This is crazy and definitely not necessary.”
“You are on Trion now. Planetary law and custom demands you be tested. If you are not suitable, I will be forced to request another female.”
That stopped me cold. No. This man was mine. He’d promised me already. The match had been made and I was not going back. I wasn’t going to let a stupid probe thing ruin this.
Besides, maybe it would be just like my battery operated boyfriend back home. Heaven only knew how many times I’d had to resort to B-O-B when Curtis was too busy, or too tired, to take me to bed. “All right. Fine,” I grumbled. I was naked. I had nipple rings. He stood between my spread thighs. Perhaps he could make me come. Curtis certainly couldn’t. I sighed. “Just get it over with.”