“Well,” I began coyly, pressing one finger to the dip in his collarbone and sliding it downwards. It was time to up the seduction.

And darn it, I really liked touching him. Really, really liked it.

My finger met the ripples of his abs, and he was suddenly very still. Only one part of him was moving, pulsing in his undies. “They might … vibrate, or … have ridges designed solely for her pleasure. Or they might have an extra appendage that grinds against her clit when he’s inside her.”

A low growl erupted from his chest. “And, how would one of these … beings … begin a tryst with their small human female? When her size is not exactly compatible with a monster appendage.”

I barely dared to breathe as I gazed up at him from under my lashes. “Well, they would prepare their female with many, many orgasms, first, to ensure she was⁠—”

His mouth, hot and insistent on mine, stole my words. His hands tangled in my hair, his thumbs caressed my cheeks, knocking my glasses askew. But I didn’t care because this was the sort of kiss that made everything else fade into insignificance.

I opened to him with a hungry desperation that should have shocked me because it had absolutely nothing to do with my plan. But his tongue lashing against mine robbed me of all thought, of everything but how incredible it felt. How incredible he felt.

He licked into my mouth, gripping the nape of my neck and angling me to deepen the kiss. I clutched at his arms, nipped his bottom lip, and squeaked when his hands slid down my back with startling speed to grip my butt, flipping me until I was on top of him, my legs either side of his hips, and his … oh my goodness, his very hard, very large dick, pulsing against the parts of me that were aching for it.

He broke away from my mouth, his fingers toying with the bottom of my sleep tank. “Mouse, are you well?”

“Very,” I gasped. “So, so well!” My eyes slid closed as his thumbs caressed the bare skin on my belly. “Never better, in fact!”

“And you want this?” The barely concealed hope in his tone had me melting.

“So much!” Too much, maybe.

“Good,” he growled, and my tank top was tugged up and off my body. My boobs bounced free, and his dick jerked against my core. “Because I have been dreaming the dirtiest things about these nipples.”

His eyes, dark with lust, raked over my bare chest, his palms slipping up, cupping the weight of my breasts. His thumbs grazed over my nipples, and a low moan erupted from me as I arched into his hot touch.