Yes, I had more needs than slaking hunger. So many more.
I licked my lips, and his gaze dropped to follow the action. “Try it.”
He took the half I held to him, then took a bite.
“Good, isn’t it?” I asked, shoving a huge bite into my mouth.
He swallowed and nodded; his blue gaze laser focused on my mouth. “You taste better.”
I blushed, which was ridiculous since we’d done all kinds of very naughty things.
I squirmed at the memory, wanting him to do that again. And again.
“I shall make you a plate,” he said, heading around the island to get the rest of the mystery items I pulled from the fridge.
“I can do it.” I ate the last of my half, then wiped my hands on the luxurious silk pajama pants Sorcha gave me. Did they have silkworms? I’d add them to geese and stainless steel. The matching top hung off one shoulder like an oversized T-shirt. The fabric was soft, a rich brown color that made me think of milk chocolate and clung to every curve. Did nothing to hide my suddenly perky nipples. What could I say? My boobs liked this guy. A lot. So did the rest of me.
“You are the queen.”
I frowned at that answer.
“A queen has to eat,” I countered.
“Food that someone has prepared for you.”
“Addan, I’m not going to wake up a cook when I can make a late-night snack on my own.”
“You are–”
“If you say queen, I’ll get really mad.”
He pursed his lips.
Who was I kidding? I was already mad. And hurt. On the verge of tears, when moments ago I’d been just fine without him.
Grabbing the dirty pan, I went to the sink and turned the water on. My movements were jerky, irritated as I scrubbed the melted goo from the pan. Was he only here to lecture me? Reprimand me for what I was not doing right when he already fucked everything up? He should have been with me all night, at my side at dinner–not seated on the opposite end of the long table, explaining the history books to me instead of making me figure out how to ask my NPU to read them inside my head–which was really freaking cool and totally freaky at the same time.
Besides that, he had practically ignored me at dinner. And after. When he should have been naked in my bed, holding me after we were both wrung out and exhausted from too many orgasms, promising to help me figure out how to be queen of his stupid planet.
The pan banged against the sink when I fumbled it. Shit. Now everyone in the house would wake up.
Addan came up behind me, pressed his front against my back. His arms came around me to take the pan away.
“I won’t have my queen washing dishes like a common servant.” His gentle words made the pain in my chest tighten from ache to burn. How dare he be nice to me now? Pretend he cared now?
I let him take the pan. He set it in the sink, turned off the water and pried the sponge-ish thing I’d been using to scrub it from my fingers. “Princess…Paige.”
“What?”
“You are upset. Tell me what you need.”
Hah! As if. No way I was going to beg him to act like he was madly in love with me, couldn’t keep his hands off me, and wanted to spend the rest of the night giving me orgasms. He didn’t move away, and I had just enough room to spin around and face him. Then poke him in the chest. Seemed safer than wrapping my arms around him and begging him to care. That tactic never ended well, not for me. Not with my parents, or anyone else. Ever.
So, I focused on what I could deal with right now. I won’t have my queen washing dishes like a common servant…
“You remember what I was wearing when I got here? My uniform for my job on Earth. I cleaned businesses, entire buildings. I scrubbed toilets, mopped up all kinds of messes. I’ve had cooking jobs. Dishwasher jobs. Receptionist jobs. Any job so I could pay my rent.”
“That was on Earth, where your true identity was hidden.”
