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his erection nudging her bottom.   It was hard and hot, magnificent even through two layers of fabric.   She let out her breath in a sigh as his lips nuzzled the back of her neck.
    His hand slipped upward, cupping her breast, and desire bloomed in her long-arid body like a brilliantly hued flower blooming in the desert sand.   The Canvul believed sex was as natural as breathing, but when she’d left Canvulia, she’d turned her back on her people’s ways.  
    She thought of sex as a nuisance, something that got in the way more often than not, an unnecessary frill.   A luxury rather than a necessity.
    She hadn’t let herself want sex in a long time, and suddenly her body was rebelling violently against her sexless existence.   Warmth and heat trickled between her legs, and she tingled in spots she’d forgotten she had.   Her nipples stood erect, practically begging for Steven’s touch.
    In fact, her whole body ached with the need for him to touch her nipples.   But his fingers only stroked the bottom half of her breast, slowly and deliberately, until she was ready to scream with frustration.  
    “Tell me that you want me,” Steven said in her ear.
    I want you.
    She bit down on the words and spoke between her teeth.   “When fire freezes.”
    “That’s sort of the opposite of what seems to be happening here,” Steven observed, his fingers still slipping over the sensitive skin of her breast.   “This is more like ice melting.”
    Oh, yes, her body was definitely melting, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him.   She kept her body still, despite her desire to dissolve against him and writhe with pleasure, kept her breathing even by sheer force of will.
    And then his hand slid up and brushed over her nipple.
    Her nipple went rigid.   Her whole body went rigid.   She barely bit back a moan.
    “You like that?” he whispered.
    Oh, Stars, yes.
    “You’re interfering with my sleep period,” she said, doing her utmost to keep her voice steady.  
    “Your sleep period,” he repeated, amusement plain in his voice.
    “Yes.   I like to get a full night’s sleep.”
    “You’ll sleep better once you get rid of some of this tension.”
    “Tension?   I am not currently experiencing tension.”
    He made a scoffing noise and pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.   She jerked.   “If that’s not tension, I don’t know what it is.”
    “It is merely a normal physiological reaction.   A response to a stimulus.   It means nothing.”
    “Resistance is futile, Vaish.   You’re turned on.   Admit it.”
    She locked her jaws together and said nothing, made no sound, even as his hand trailed down her abdomen.   Canvul women had hairless bodies, and unlike a human woman, there was nothing to protect her most sensitive flesh from the invasion of his fingers.   She stiffened as his big, callused fingers stroked across her smooth mound.
    “Want me to stop?” he said in her ear.
    She wanted him to stop approximately as much as she wanted to be stranded on this planet for all of eternity, but she wasn’t about to say so.   She wouldn’t admit to the yearnings of her body.   Not for him.  
    But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop, either.
    His hard erection nudged against the cheek of her butt, so hot he all but branded her skin, and a gush of warm liquid surged between her thighs.   Her body wanted him, regardless of what her brain thought.
    And then his hand slid lower, his finger delving into her folds, exploring her until he was slick with moisture, and then moving upward slightly.
    She shuddered.
    “You’re so hot,” he said in her ear.   “And you smell so good.”
    Considering she hadn’t had a shower in over twenty-four hours, she sincerely doubted that, but his words sent a heated rush of pleasure through her anyway.   Although his fingers were already doing a good job of that.  
    He stroked her, slowly and carefully, bringing her to the edge of a