not allow you to be cruel.” Beck’s voice was deep and allowed no
room for disrespect. Meg found herself rushing to explain.
“I don’t understand.” She was frustrated and could hear it in her
tone. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. I wanted you to buy one of the
others. I’ve decided you might be very difficult to get away from. I
thought you would do it because they’re prettier than me.”
Beck’s handsome face bunched up as he seemed to mull her
words. “On what plane are they prettier than you?” He laughed.
“Sorry, love, I do remember hearing stories of where you come from.
Food there is plentiful, yet the women starve because the men won’t
take care of them.”
Bound
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“It’s not like that,” Meg argued. “That girl you talked to, she
would be considered a great beauty on my plane.”
“But I would have to feed her for a month before I’d even
consider bedding her,” Beck muttered. “I don’t understand humans.
Do human males not like breasts?”
He asked that last bit with a distinct huskiness to his voice. His
hand came out, and he palmed one breast, his thumb rasping over the
nipple.
Meg felt the caress shoot from her breast to her pussy like
lightning. “Oh, please, don’t.”
Beck moved in, his big body crowding her as his other hand
reached up. The sunlight hit his face. His gray eyes were heating up,
and he ran his tongue over his lips to wet them. He seemed to be a
man about to enjoy a good meal. He caressed both breasts with a
languid sigh.
He breathed deeply, his nose at the top of her head. “And why
not? How will I know if we’re compatible if I don’t touch you, love?