He’d
seen his share of Risnarish women in season. Maybe more than his share. Arga
had never been prone to denying himself sexual pleasure with those willing to
have him. Even an unstriped cleft of ready womanhood shouldn’t have been
particularly astounding.
Yet
he stopped short and stared at Selena. Heat formed a ball in his groin and
pushed out. There was no mistaking his eagerness, which she greeted with a
pleased grin. “Hel-lo, instant penis. Is all that for me?”
Arga
inhaled, dizzy. And awkward. No, he hadn’t expected the effect she had on him
once she’d shed her clothes. She possessed skin of two different colors, what
Jeannie had called tan lines. Most of
Selena was almost bronze, with triangles of paler flesh over her breasts and
surrounding that too-fascinating strip of hair between her legs. She must go about almost as nude as a
Risnarish most of the time. The idea
made his mind swimmy.
Releasing May.
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