A shudder ran through Ben as Evetta’s soft words poured over him. He knew beyond a doubt that he loved her. He was not lying when he said it tore him apart to watch her walk away from him each night.
He knew that violence was a part of life among the Marastin Dow even if Behr and the other crew members did their best to shield him and Aaron from it. More than once a crew member did not return from duty or came back bloody from a fight.
He groaned when Evetta ran her hands over his chest. The slight tug on the hair covering it was intoxicating. When her hands moved downward, following the path of hair as it disappeared under the waistline of his pants, he knew he had to stop her before he ejaculated in his pants.
“My turn,” he demanded hoarsely.
His hands slid down to grasp the bottom o
