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seemed to be in very deep contemplation over the matter. “Why would you wish for these things? Flowery words memorized from a book? All that proves is they can’t speak for themselves or are hiding something. Isn’t honesty much sweeter?”
“It’s nice to be courted. The pleasure is derived from the effort made,” Tori said, though she could see the merit of his words. “Don’t the Var believe in paying compliment and giving gifts to women?”
“Ah, we do, but when we compliment it’s with our own words not those of someone else. I compliment you often and will continue to do so, but it’s not with poetry for I’m not a poet. I’m an ambassador. I said I’d rather see your gown crumpled on the floor. That was a compliment for it is very true. There is more honor in speaking what is true than what is merely pleasant.”
Tori wasn’t sure what to say to his logic. The man did make a good point and he seemed very serious.
As he spoke, she was almost afraid to smile for fear he’d take offense to it.
“As to gifts, we Var are very generous to our lovers and mates. We like to lavish gifts on them, especially when it gives them pleasure to receive them.” Quinn’s eyelids fell seductively over his heated gaze. “But, we don’t require the gift giving. If it is not freely given, then a gift isn’t a gift so much as a requirement. For what is the point if both parties are finding mutual pleasure? This is what confuses me about your earth customs. According to your old traditions, women receive these gifts but men do not.
So are earth men paying for sex?”
“Mm, well,” Tori didn’t know how to answer that. She was the last person to give dating advice to anyone. Her dates usually were makeshift picnics on assignment in the middle of field research.
Nothing says romance like getting taken to an ice block to freeze your heinie off , she thought with a smirk.
“Well?” he prompted, when she didn’t answer right away.
“I can’t tell you. Most of those old traditions are no longer practiced in space, but only on earth itself.”
Tori shrugged. His face fell slightly and she rushed, “But it was a wonderful gesture on your part. I think it was very sweet.”
He nodded. A silence stretched between them as he studied her.
“Well,” Tori began awkwardly. “Thank you for a very lovely evening.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” Quinn insisted, as she opened the door. He watched her walk inside only to stop and turn to him. He didn’t expect her to sleep with him, but he couldn’t help offering up the suggestion. Every time he came onto her, her body would emit the most intoxicating sexual smell. What could he say? He was addicted to it.
“Yes it does,” she answered softly. Her dark eyes modestly lowered, before traveling back up to his face.
“Can I at least call upon the last tradition of a kiss at the end of the date?” Quinn asked. The doorframe was still between them. “That’s one I actually agree with as a good idea.”
Slowly, Tori nodded, but didn’t move to join him in the hall. Quinn let a sexy grin curl the side of his mouth, before stepping toward her. He left the door open, not making any assumptions, as he came to stand before her.
Quinn slowly leaned over, letting his mouth work tenderly along hers. It was hard, but he kept the kiss chaste, not wishing to torture himself any more than he already was. His hands stayed at his sides, not moving to touch her, though he longed to do just that. It would be a long night and he didn’t need the memory of her taste making it worse. Slowly, he pulled back and smiled. “Good night, Dr. Elliot.”
“Good night, Prince Quinn,” she murmured in response. Tori’s heart thumped wildly. He smelled so good. Her blood raced with anticipation, making her limbs shake to hold him. Her body became hot, flooded with her desire for him. Every nerve she had tingled. At the brush of his lips to hers, she let loose a small feminine
“It’s nice to be courted. The pleasure is derived from the effort made,” Tori said, though she could see the merit of his words. “Don’t the Var believe in paying compliment and giving gifts to women?”
“Ah, we do, but when we compliment it’s with our own words not those of someone else. I compliment you often and will continue to do so, but it’s not with poetry for I’m not a poet. I’m an ambassador. I said I’d rather see your gown crumpled on the floor. That was a compliment for it is very true. There is more honor in speaking what is true than what is merely pleasant.”
Tori wasn’t sure what to say to his logic. The man did make a good point and he seemed very serious.
As he spoke, she was almost afraid to smile for fear he’d take offense to it.
“As to gifts, we Var are very generous to our lovers and mates. We like to lavish gifts on them, especially when it gives them pleasure to receive them.” Quinn’s eyelids fell seductively over his heated gaze. “But, we don’t require the gift giving. If it is not freely given, then a gift isn’t a gift so much as a requirement. For what is the point if both parties are finding mutual pleasure? This is what confuses me about your earth customs. According to your old traditions, women receive these gifts but men do not.
So are earth men paying for sex?”
“Mm, well,” Tori didn’t know how to answer that. She was the last person to give dating advice to anyone. Her dates usually were makeshift picnics on assignment in the middle of field research.
Nothing says romance like getting taken to an ice block to freeze your heinie off , she thought with a smirk.
“Well?” he prompted, when she didn’t answer right away.
“I can’t tell you. Most of those old traditions are no longer practiced in space, but only on earth itself.”
Tori shrugged. His face fell slightly and she rushed, “But it was a wonderful gesture on your part. I think it was very sweet.”
He nodded. A silence stretched between them as he studied her.
“Well,” Tori began awkwardly. “Thank you for a very lovely evening.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” Quinn insisted, as she opened the door. He watched her walk inside only to stop and turn to him. He didn’t expect her to sleep with him, but he couldn’t help offering up the suggestion. Every time he came onto her, her body would emit the most intoxicating sexual smell. What could he say? He was addicted to it.
“Yes it does,” she answered softly. Her dark eyes modestly lowered, before traveling back up to his face.
“Can I at least call upon the last tradition of a kiss at the end of the date?” Quinn asked. The doorframe was still between them. “That’s one I actually agree with as a good idea.”
Slowly, Tori nodded, but didn’t move to join him in the hall. Quinn let a sexy grin curl the side of his mouth, before stepping toward her. He left the door open, not making any assumptions, as he came to stand before her.
Quinn slowly leaned over, letting his mouth work tenderly along hers. It was hard, but he kept the kiss chaste, not wishing to torture himself any more than he already was. His hands stayed at his sides, not moving to touch her, though he longed to do just that. It would be a long night and he didn’t need the memory of her taste making it worse. Slowly, he pulled back and smiled. “Good night, Dr. Elliot.”
“Good night, Prince Quinn,” she murmured in response. Tori’s heart thumped wildly. He smelled so good. Her blood raced with anticipation, making her limbs shake to hold him. Her body became hot, flooded with her desire for him. Every nerve she had tingled. At the brush of his lips to hers, she let loose a small feminine
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