Noticing the direction of his gaze, she pulled the blankets over her breasts, wishing her nightdress wasn't made of thin cotton.
His eyes followed the movement. "It is five in the morning human time," he said as if she'd slept in till noon.
She placed a pleading hand on his naked chest. It was rather disconcerting being in bed with a ripped, naked alien. He was menacing, but not as ugly as he could've turned out to be. She stared up at his savagely beautiful face, resisted the urge to see what he looked like lower down. Muscles rippled in his shoulders and arms as he caged her with his elbows planted beside her head. He smelled exotic and wild. Her nerve ends tingled and came alive. She was vulnerable, the only human on this ship. They were in a bed - her in a sheer night dress and him naked.