His hand was hot as usual and she was surprised by the sudden touch. There was something about it when he sat there below her as if begging to touch her but also making himself vulnerable in a way. Showing her that he wasn't a threat, even if his touch was. Even if his words were.
He gave her a few strokes that made her mind sway before she withdrew her leg.
Making love? That sounded more horrifying than breeding.
"I don't think we call it that," she said.
"What do you call it then?"
"Intercourse."
He tilted his head thoughtfully. "That is something you can do with anyone."
"Yes." You could not make love with just anyone.
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes calm. Then he just stood up.
"Everyone is coming over for breakfast," he told her. "I told them we couldn't go there because of your leg."
"Is Aaron coming?" She asked with a smile, just to annoy him a little.
