Having walked the surface of moons, and dozens of planets, Rafe should have been nonchalant. Should have been.
Yet, there was something about the excitement bubbling in Emma that proved contagious - and not in an I-need-a-giant-f*****g-needle-of-medicine contagious. He'd seen women get excited over jewelry. His own sisters used to bounce off the walls - literally because they turned off the gravitational field - when he visited them before his exile with presents. Their excitement never affected him like Emma's did.
It was utterly emasculating. So he scratched. Long. Hard. And vigorously.
"You know they have powders for that on Earth," Emma remarked with a pointed glance at his groin.
"Just adjusting it for comfort, wench. Males of a certain size have that problem."
"Yes, I've notice
