He finally glanced across the room toward where she nodded and, after a moment of visually examining the floor console sitting there, rather than what was on the screen, said, “It is a strange-looking computer.”
“It’s not a computer—” She paused with the incredulous thought. “Oh, come on, don’t try to tell me you know about computers, but have never seen a television set before, when television has been aroundlongbefore computers.”
“I am told it is a means of entertainment.”
“But you didn’t know that until Martha just told you, did you? How is that possible?” she asked, then answered her own question. “Okay, so maybe you live out in the boonies somewhere, and maybe your village doesn’t even have electricity. But, newsflash, most computers require electricity, too. So how can you know of one and not the other, when most households have a TV or two or three, long before they even think about buying a home computer?”
He didn’t reply. He got to his feet, moved to stand in front of her, and pulled her to her feet as well. One hand came to her cheek, and tilted her head so she would meet the eyes looking down at her. That easily all thoughts of questioning him were gone. She’d wonder later if it were deliberate on his part, to avoid answering her, but at the moment she was knee-deep in anticipation and simply didn’t care.
“I like your concept of dating, now that I understand it,” he told her. “But I think you will like the concept of my fun even better. We each of us know what the other wants, thus would dating best be seen to after we first have fun.”
She could barely think to decipher what he’d just said, but managed to get out, “I get the feeling you have a really odd definition for fun.”
“Not odd at all,” he countered. “Though you may call it making love, you must agree no matter what it is called, it is fun.”
“I—I agree it’s reputed to be, yes, but—are you suggesting we forget about the getting to know each other better part and get right down to the bottom line?”
He smiled beautifully. “If that means you will take me to where you sleep, yes.”
Chapter 13
BRITTANY’S STOMACH WAS DOING THE BUTTERFLY THING. Her heart was slamming in her chest. Her instinct was to drag Dalden straight to her bedroom, and yet she had twenty-eight years of strict upbringing rooting her feet to the spot there in her living room.
He hadn’t even kissed her yet. They’d only just met, not even six hours ago. How could she possibly give in to these primitive urges she was feeling? How could she not, when she’d been waiting so long for the right man to come along?
It wasn’t as if she had to wait for marriage. Very few women did anymore in this day and age of self-gratification. And she’d been willing to sleep with Tom before he made that tactless remark that killed her feelings for him. But there was the rub. She’d had feelings for him after their many months of dating, had felt she knew him really well. That might not have been the case in the end, but she’dthoughtit was. But she didn’t know Dalden at all, and she was reacting to him in a purely physical way that had absolutely nothing to do with emotions.
She suspected she might be more old-fashioned than she’d thought when she heard herself saying, “I’m not sure I can relax my morals quite that much, Dalden, when I barely know you.”
He didn’t exactly look disappointed, but then he hadn’t been told a flat-out no yet, either. “You require the dating first?”
“That’s usually how it’s done.”
“Our finding each other cannot be considered usual,kerima. In all the universe, we have managed to meet. What is felt here, between us, is stronger than either of our cultures, stronger than any ideals.”
Was it? She’d certainly never experienced anything like this herself before. Was he saying he hadn’t, either? She was so thrilled with that thought, her knees actually got weak. But a small, rational part of her warned that some men would say just about anything they thought you wanted to hear if they sensed they were close to sexual victory.
She wished the rational part had kept quiet. She didn’t want to think that Dalden might be one of those men. But she had to remind herself once again that she knew next to nothing about him. She’d told him practically her whole life history. He’d told her only that he was here to complete a pretty strange task and needed her help for it.
“Your uncertainty is felt,” he remarked, his tone without inflection when there should have at least been some disappointment in it. “Very well, tonight we see to dating, tomorrow we see to having fun.”
She started to laugh. She couldn’t help it. He still didn’t get it, and she just didn’t feel like explaining it any further. Nor was she given a chance to. He was suddenly kissing her. For him, that was apparently allowed, part of dating. Nor could she possibly have objected in that precious moment of tasting him for the first time.
His other hand came up to cup her left cheek. Her face was warmly cocooned between his large palms, his lips amazingly soft. He was touching her in no other way, just holding her face while he gently kissed her, and yet she felt as if he was touching her all over. To have felt all of him just then would probably have been too much for her senses, already on a thin thread of control.
She found out she was right when a few minutes later, he sat down in the chair she’d been in and drew her onto his lap. Wearing shorts, her legs were mostly bare, and all of that bareness was now exposed to the buttery-soft leather of his pants. It was one of the most sensual sensations she’d ever felt, not even remotely similar to leather upholstery. But that wasn’t even half of what she was able to feel of him, sitting sideways on his lap.
Against her hip was the power and strength of his desire, impossible to ignore. One breast was pressed hard to his side; the other rubbed against his chest as he wrapped her arm about his neck. One of his hands was then placed high on the back of her thigh to keep her from sliding, not that bare skin had much chance of sliding on leather. His other arm fully supported her back and drew her even closer to him as his mouth came down to hers again, this new kiss so different from before, deep, claiming, branding her his.
It was absolutely more than she could handle, the kiss along with touching him in so many places. The passion that overcame her was amazing. She had nothing to compare it with in her own experience. And it took her beyond thought, beyond anything except feeling and need.
She clung to him for all she was worth. She was kissing him back as if she meant to devour him. So she could hardly blame him for drawing the wrong conclusion.
“Have you changed your mind?” he asked. “You will show me where you sleep?”
She was gasping, while his tone was calmness itself. “No, no, I just…got a bit carried away.”
“It was not my intention to punish you, yet does your dating seem to do that very thing.”
