Beneath her, his chest heaved. Tara smiled. It had been easy to seduce him, though he’d caused her some consternation at first. However, the big baboon had come around. She’d flown by the seat of her pants with no specific plan but assumed she’d have more opportunity to escape if he trusted her enough to let down his guard. It had gone much better than she’d anticipated. For such a domineering control-freak Neanderthal, he’d been accommodating. It appeared one could teach new tricks to an old Alpha. Not that he was ancient. How Parseon ages and Terran ones compared, she did not know, but he appeared to be about midthirties. “You were good.” She stroked his ego but realized she spoke the truth. After a little tutoring, Marlix had turned into a decent lover. And he had a rockin’ bod. “Good at what?” he asked. Okay, work remained to be done. “Never mind,” she said. His hands rested at his sides. He raised them, and she could sense his hesitation, his indecision, before they fell on her shoulders.
