She wrapped her legs around him and started rocking, bouncing, whatever it was, anything to keep the stimulation going. He took a step, and she broke the kiss just enough to see that he moved her closer to the tree. The bark poked her in the back when he pressed her against it. He continued to kiss her. His hands were all over her hips and her sides. His thumbs caressed her breasts, and she moaned.
He broke away from her lips and kissed her neck. Veta pulled open the top of her suit. He kissed her down her throat and onto her chest.
He tugged at her bra, unable to get past the contraption to get to her skin.
“Is it locked?” he asked.
Veta reached between them and clicked the release, her fingerprint allowed the fabric restraints to move. Her breasts came out of their holders, the air against them an extra fuel-pumping aphrodisiac.
“Consent protection.”
He paused, and their gazes met, his brow furrowed. “Is that an issue?”
“Many Terran men like to take what they want without asking.”
“Why do you not teach your Terrans better?”
She put her hand on his cheek. This was getting way too serious. “Philosophy later. Boobs now.” She tried to guide his large hand back onto her breast.
But he pulled away. “No. I want to know. Why do you not teach them better? Is it in their nature?”
Veta shook her head. “Do you not have bad seeds, every once in a while?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sorry, Terran colloquialism. Someone who, regardless of his programming, does not follow his protocols, or does things wrong?”
“But we correct the problem. And then it is fixed.”
“Sometimes, a Terran is born who is…” she struggled with a way to explain it.
“Is what?”
She snapped her fingers as an explanation came to mind. “Programmed wrong. No matter what we do to fix them, some still choose to hurt women. As such, women wear body armor to protect themselves. Have you never seen a woman mistreated on the trading posts outside of your system?”
He looked away. And back at her. “I have. And we have not stood for it.”
She sighed. “Of course, you didn’t. I’m sure you just ushered her off to safety and took care of her.” She said it sarcastically because really, every man says that. But do they really?
Not that Veta had seen.
Wrathin blinked. “What else would we do?”
She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. How did she explain this? How did she tell him what many did to women? Terrans or otherwise.
“Males of many species think they own females.” A chill slipped over her, and she started pulling her clothing back on.
Romance was no longer on her mind.
The growth he’d had in his pants had visibly lessened.
Now he just looked pissed off and confused. “I do not understand,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
Not the sexy kind, either. More proof that her bra officially killed the mood. Kind of what it was supposed to do, but still.
Evidence that this mission had gone completely off the rails.
If she’d been here to seduce, she damn sure wouldn’t be wearing body armor undergarments.
