fewer people Taelon would have to make see what he wanted them to see. She still worried over that horrible nosebleed he’d had earlier. Either the blood loss or the pain in his head had left him pale.
As soon as they were safely ensconced in their rented room with the door closed and locked, she set the bags she carried on a round table. “I want to take a look at your wounds.”
Taelon set his bags beside hers. “I’m fine.”
“That’s bullshit and we both know it.” Closing the distance between them, she cupped his stubbled jaw in one hand. “Don’t lie to me. If you’re hurting, I want to know it. I need to know it, okay? I care about you.” She was actually well on her way to falling in love with him even though her mind tried to tell her that seven days in someone’s company was not enough time in which to form such a deep connection. “Wouldn’t you want to know if it were me?”
Sighing, he pressed his forehead to hers and slid his arms around her. “Yes.”
“Then tell me how you feel.”
“Like someone shot me in the head with an energy blaster.”
“So… not good, huh?”
He huffed a laugh. “Not good.”
“And your chest?”
His forehead rocked from side to side against hers. “Worse, I think.”
That’s what she had been afraid of. “Let’s go have a shower then and see if any of the first aid stuff I bought can make a difference.” She doubted it but had to hope.
He raised his head and arched a brow. “Let’s go have a shower? As in let us have a shower? Together?”
Heat rushed into her cheeks. “Yes.” He was so pale she worried he might pass out in there if he showered alone.
His lips turned up in a mischievous smile. “Then I revise my previous analysis of my physical state. I am now feeling quite well.”
She laughed. “I bet you are. Come on, handsome.” Taking his hand, she led him into the cramped bathroom.
Though Taelon hadn’t seemed thrilled with the idea of her examining his wounds, he didn’t hesitate to get naked.
Lisa frowned as she watched him. Even though he claimed he was underweight, he was still ripped with muscle. Freaking perfect, despite the many wounds that marred him. She, on the other hand, was not.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Battling self-consciousness, she pulled the maternity tunic over her head and dropped it to the floor. “Even riddled with wounds, you’re freaking gorgeous, while I look like some preschooler’s art project.”
He stared at her. “I don’t know what that means.”
Clamping her lips together, she tugged the rest of her clothing off in a rush. “I look like a big balloon with pipe cleaner arms and legs.” She had never felt less attractive in her life.
“I don’t think my translator is defining pipe cleaner accurately.”
Against her will, she felt her lips twitch. “What is it telling you a pipe cleaner is?”
“A worker who scrubs the inner surfaces of waste pipes.”
She laughed. “Yeah. The translator got it wrong.” Face no doubt flaming red, she motioned to her body. “I look like an obscene snowwoman. My belly and breasts are huge, but my arms and legs are skinny twigs. It’s weird.”
His features softened with a smile full of affection. “Look again at my body and tell me if you think I find you unattractive.”
She lowered her gaze from his face. Her eyes widened. He was very aroused. “Oh. Wow. Really?”
“Really,” he responded, his voice deepening.
“Even with the headache?”
“Even with the headache.”
Desire shot through her. She wanted to look up at his face but couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from his groin. He was built very much like a human male. Short hair a shade darker than that on his head surrounded the base of the long, hard shaft jutting toward her. The head of his cock featured the same mushroom shape as that of the two men she’d slept with. But Taelon’s cock was larger—both thicker and longer—and bore faint ridges along the top of his length from base to tip that she suspected would feel really good rubbing against her as he plunged inside her.
Heat flooded her, pooling in her core and making her nipples tighten.
“Do my wounds make me less attractive to you?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
She shook her head.
“We look the way we do because of where we’ve been, dashura. My wounds will heal. Your limbs will fill out now that you’re receiving better nourishment. And the fact that