Ristéard drew in another deep breath before he even attempted to reply. Her knee had connected perfectly with his crotch again. It hadn’t been as hard as the first time she kneed him, but it still hurt.
He had been just going to check on her before he left to go to the bridge in preparation for their arrival. When she had opened her eyes and stared up at him with eyes the color of the rarest blue gems on his world, he had been lost. Her long hair had been spread about her in wild abandon, as if she had just been made love to. Her yellow dress was tangled around her long, bare legs.
He never thought about the rich color of the sands on his planet as being beautiful before, but her skin reminded him of it and he realized that the warm, tan color made his mouth water at the thought of seein
