Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians #4)(13)

“Har-loh wash,” Rukh instructs, and begins to massage my own hair. All right, fair enough. I get low in the water and close my eyes so he can give me the same treatment.

His hands caress my scalp, rubbing gently, and then he traces my ears. I shiver as he works his fingers through my wet hair. I don’t think I’ve ever been treated so very gently as I am at this moment. He touches a sore spot on my head, and I remember the guy clubbed me a few days ago. Hm. I push his hands away.

He makes an unhappy sound and insists on touching the sore spot. Oh. He’s checking it. I purse my lips and remain silent so he can finish checking. After a moment, he’s satisfied, and then he pushes me under the water.

I emerge a moment later, coughing and spluttering. “You have to warn me when you do that!”

“Har-loh wash?”

“Oh, I’m definitely washed now,” I say in a peevish voice. I rub my eyes.

Rukh frowns and touches my arm, then tries to rub one of my freckles away. “Wash?”

“Those are part of my skin, big guy.” I scratch at one and then shake my head. “They don’t come off. See? And they’re all over me. They’re ‘freckles’ in my language.”

“Fruh-kuhl?” He touches one.

“Close enough.” I smile at him and point at several on my arm.

He taps a finger on top of a freckle on my arm, and then one on my shoulder. Then, he taps one on my collarbone and I suck in a breath. Do I want him to keep going?

I…kind of do.

So I remain utterly still while his fingers trace over my skin, exploring my freckles. I’m not one of those lucky girls that only gets a few cute freckles here and there. If there’s a bit of sun to touch my skin, I freckle madly. My cheeks are covered, as well as the bridge of my nose and my forehead. My arms and upper chest are, too, and they fade out to a few moles here and there on my breasts and belly.

It’s clear he’s not all that interested in the freckles on my face, though. His fingers drag slowly between my breasts, and my khui begins to thrum in response to the touch. My nipples perk, and I ache for him to touch them.

Rukh looks up at me, and his fingers brush over my skin, petting the same spot over and over again, and my entire body feels charged. He studies me, then asks, “No?”

Oh. He wants to know if he can touch me.

I show him. I take his hand in mine and press it to my breast. “Yes, Rukh.”

His touch is gentle, almost reverent as he circles my breast, stopping to touch each freckle. Then, his fingers move over my nipple, and it hardens in response. I moan softly and my arms go around his neck, leaning in closer. I want him to kiss me, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know how. The man’s a blank slate. I suppose that can be a good thing, but right now, I wish he’d lean in and press his mouth to mine.

Rukh knows how to do other things, though. His hand slides down my belly and moves to my pussy. His fingers dip between my folds and he finds my clit and immediately starts to circle it with the pad of his finger in just the way I like.

I moan and cling to him, my knees weak at his touch. He pulls away, startled, and tries to help me stand.

“No, it’s good, I promise,” I tell him. And so it won’t happen again, I nestle up against him, my back pressing to his stomach. His cock pushes at the small of my back, hard and insistent. I move his hand back to my breast, and he cups it from behind me. “Like that,” I tell him. Now, if my knees get weak, I’ll just sag against him.

A low groan rises in his throat and he strokes my breast while his other hand goes to my pussy. He seeks out my clit and begins the soft, slow touches that I like so much. I shudder against him, pressing back against his body. He holds me close, and his face presses against my throat. I feel small against him, cherished and adored at his careful caresses. My cootie purrs heavily, and I feel his vibrating against my back. His touch feels so good, and it doesn’t take long before I’m writhing against him, desperate to orgasm. I need to show him so much more—

But then I come, and the world explodes behind my eyes, and I cry out.

He groans and holds me tight against him. I feel his cock rub against my back, and he grips me against him, rubbing hard. A moment later, hot warmth spreads over my back, and I realize he’s come, too.

At some point, we really should take the next step. I sigh blissfully and sink back into the hot water, boneless and numb. He keeps touching me, stroking and petting my skin, wiping his come off of my back and then just touching me as if to reassure himself that I truly am here.

My fingers are wrinkling up, though, and I wring out my wet hair, then gesture at my clothing on the bank. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll go back to the cave and talk about…things.”

His brows draw together. “Repeat?”

I chew on my lip, thinking of the best way to explain. I decide to just show him. Leaning forward, I take his face in my hands and pull his mouth down to mine for a quick kiss. “Harlow wants to show you things.” And then I reach down and caress his still-hard cock under the water.

Recognition dawns on his face, and he strokes his hands over my shoulders. “Har-loh…things.”

“Yes, all kinds of things.” Maybe it’s time we take this resonance thing head-on. I smile up at him and wipe wet hair from his brow. “Harlow and Rukh things.”