Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
NAV
Arena was cuddling me.
Willingly.
The sight of her tears had ripped through my heart. In my need to comfort her, I’d forgotten how she tensed every time I warmed her. I’d simply wanted to stop her tears. But she wasn’t resisting my embrace now. Her front was pressed firmly against mine, and her small hands were rubbing my back.
She was touching me.
Was this a sign she was starting to trust me?
I curled around her even more and nuzzled the top of her head.
She tensed in my arms, and her hands stilled.
I cursed myself. Winning a female’s heart took time and effort. It couldn’t be rushed.
First, learn the female’s favorite form of affection—which was difficult to do when we couldn’t ask them directly. We could only try the different forms and observe what the female responded to best. Unfortunately, so far, Arena did not seem to like touch as her form of affection.
My hopes of licking her pussy while she read books withered. But I knew better than to let my despair show. It would break one of the most important rules to winning a female’s heart: never show the female your desperation. Females did not like desperate males.
Did Arena know how desperate I was for her touch? Was that why she had tensed? Or had she simply realized she was allowing me to hold her?
She sniffed and cleared her throat.
“I’m okay now,” she said. “Let’s look through the clothes and see if we can find anything useful.”
She sounded less sad, but was this one of those times where humans did not say what they meant?
“What if you start to cry again?” I asked, hesitant to release her.
She pulled back enough to look up at me, her lashes wet.
“I won’t anymore. I promise.”
No fear showed in her gaze.
She made a sad face as I studied her. Not a true sad face, but the face females used when they felt playful and wanted something from their males.
Heat flooded me.
“Please let me look for socks at least,” she said, pitching her voice higher…softer. “My feet are getting cold.”
She trailed her hands up my chest, stealing my breath.
“Please?” she said softly, making my knees weak.
I lifted my hands to her face, wiping away the wet tear trails, then leaned in to kiss where they had been. She held still. Not tense, but patient. waiting. Allowing my touch.
Hope bloomed again, and I kissed her eyelids.
When I pulled back, she opened her eyes, silently pleading with me.
If she asked for it, I would rip out my heart and hand it to her.
“Check for clothes quickly,” I said, my voice rough as I released her.
She smiled happily and hurried over to the open suitcase.
I watched her dig through the pile of clothing and pull out a pair of soft pink pants with darker pink bows printed on them.
She bent at the waist, and I shifted my weight to better appreciate the view.
Her lips parted, revealing a prettier shade of pink that glistened beckoningly.
I breathed in deeply, trying to smell her, forgetting where we were. The scent of death filled my nose. Cringing, I stopped trying to breathe her in and simply enjoyed the gift she was giving me. Too soon, she had the pants up around her waist.
She returned to the suitcase, digging out socks that were not clean, and a warmer top that did not hug her pretty breasts like the shirt I found for her. The new top hung on her, loose and concealing, just the way human females liked.
I frowned at the clothes…until her digging revealed a bra.
It was not the kind meant to conceal. It was bright pink and had more strings than material. The material was very see-through and wouldn’t hide Arena’s pretty breasts.
My cock twitched at the thought of her wearing it.
She put it back into the suitcase and shut the lid. At first, I thought she meant to leave it behind. Then she grabbed the suitcase’s handle.
I took it from her.
She gave me a hurt look.
Did she think I was stopping her? Never. I wanted her to wear the bra.
“I’ll carry it back for you.”
“Are we done already?”
While I could see clearly in the dark, I knew she could not. If we continued, she would hurt herself.
“We can search more tomorrow,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Really?” she asked, her expression shifting to anticipation.
“Yes.”
Flashing me another happy smile, she slipped her hand into mine. It felt small. Fragile. Yet so perfect too. Even in how cold it was. It showed how much more she needed me than clothes, despite her desire to wear them. Once she trusted me, she would no longer need them.
I led her back to our room and used the latch to secure the door so she would rest more comfortably. She glanced at the suitcase when I set it down. I watched her, waiting, hoping she still wanted to undress and cuddle me for warmth as she had said.
She stood unmoving for several seconds. Then, with shaking hands, she removed the baggy top.
I regretted letting her get so cold again. It was difficult to deny her what she wanted, though. I would need to be firmer in the future. Maybe.
She folded the baggy top and tossed it on top of the suitcase. Next, she removed her socks.
My mouth went dry when she pulled the shirt I had given her off over her head.
I liked looking at her. Whether soaked and lips blue from the lake water or dry and resting peacefully on top of me, it didn’t matter. Clothed… Naked… Neither state changed how much I liked looking at her.
But when she was naked, I got to see more of her, so there was more to like.
Her nipples were hard as she folded her shirt and tossed it on top of the other one. Then she bent at the waist again to push her pants down. Standing in front of her, I had a different view this time. The weight of her breasts shifted away from her body, making them look bigger.
I wondered if she would let me warm them with my hands.
My cock dipped and bobbed at the thought, and I fisted my hands so I would not reach for her as she straightened to fold her pants.
After she added them to the pile, she met my gaze.
Her trembling grew more pronounced.
My poor female. So cold.
I picked her up, holding her against me to warm her a little as I crossed to the bed. She didn’t tense when I lay down with her on top of me or when I coaxed her legs apart. I lifted my hips, my cock aching when it tapped her crevice, so she could find a warmer place to tuck her feet.
“You’re so warm,” she said, resting her cheek on my chest, right over my heart.
Could she hear how fast it was beating?
Did she know how badly I wanted to wrap my arms around her?
Instead, I smoothed my hand down her back, focusing on warming her and not the hint of moisture cooling on the tip of my cock.
She let out a contented sigh and tucked her arms against my side, her fingers teasing my ribs as she warmed them.
My cock jerked, and I was thankful she was not close enough to it to feel my reaction.
It did not take long for her breathing to even out.
Once I knew she was sleeping, I used my other hand to warm her too. She made soft sounds in her sleep. This time, they seemed happier, as if she liked what I was doing.
I liked what I was doing too.
Enough that I slipped out from under her after I knew she was warm and closed myself in the bathroom.
Using one of the hotel lotions, I coated my palm and stroked my length, imagining it was her pussy sliding against it.
My release ripped out of me at the thought, and I tipped forward, one hand catching the wall while the other continued draining me.
After the third round, I cleaned up, tossed the empty lotions in the trash can, and returned to the bedroom.
Arena still slept soundly, her lips parted slightly.
Need hit me hard, and I knew I would have to return to the bathroom again if I tried to sleep with her now.
Instead, I let myself out of the room, taking a mattress from a neighboring room to block the door, and went to clear the rest of the rooms on our floor so they would be ready for her to explore in the morning.
When I returned to her, freshly washed with more lake water in the room next door, she was already shivering.
I slipped under the covers and pulled her over me.
“Cold,” she grumbled.
“I know. I will warm you.” Grabbing her knee, I tugged it up toward my hip. She lifted it higher, parting herself on me, her hot pussy kissing the skin below my belly button.
A groan escaped me.
“Shh. Sleep.” She patted my chest.
I bit my lip, doubting I would find sleep before dawn, and regretted not gathering more lotion.