Ice Planet Barbarians (Ice Planet Barbarians, #1)(21)

Actually, other than the fact that he startled the hell out of me with the oral sex thing, he’s been kinda sweet. Everything he’s done has been designed to please me and give me pleasure. I digest that small bit of information. Maybe it’s the Stockholm syndrome talking. Maybe it’s the fact that with Vektal, I’ve felt safe. Safer than I have in the last two weeks. But I don’t mind his touch. In fact, I kind of like it, probably a lot more than I should.

I can’t look at him while I’m—we’re—bathing. My cheeks feel hot, because every so often, he leans in closer and prods me with that enormous cock of his, and it makes me think of dirty things. Of his mouth on me. The suede-like feel of his skin against mine. His warmth. His intriguing scent.

“Shorshie,” he murmurs, his hands caressing my scalp.

“Gee-or-gee,” I correct him. There must not be any g sounds in his language, because he slurs them.

“Shorgee,” he tries.

“Gee,” I prompt.

“Shhhzhee—” he begins, then stops and tries again. “Corgee.”

I giggle. Corgi? Not quite. I turn around and point at my mouth to show him how to move his tongue. “Georgie.”

His fingers brush over my lips in a tender caress. “Zheorzhe.” Then, he tries again. “Geeeeorgie.” His g is practically purred.

“Very good,” I say, my voice soft. I’ve just now realized that I’m practically pressed up against him and I’m naked.

“Georgie,” he repeats, purring my name again. Then he takes my hand and places it over his chest, where he rumbles like a cat. “Georgie sa-akh Vektal.”

The way he says it, with my hand clasped against his heart, makes me think it has a bigger meaning than I’d like to imagine. His gaze is intense, as if he’s waiting for me to respond.

He’s an alien. I remind myself of that, even as it occurs to me that I can convince him to help me—help us—escape the other aliens. The captors that want to sell us.

This has to be a multi-layered plan, I figure. Vektal’s planet is cold as hell and, judging from his gear, probably isn’t past the Stone Age. But I refuse to give up hope of a way back home. I just know it’s not going to happen with the little green men or the ball-headed aliens. They think we’re cattle.

Vektal’s my best bet.

Maybe I’m using him a little when I rub my fingers on his chest. They’re cold in the frigid, snowy air, and my nipples are hard. I rub up against him deliberately, letting him feel my body. I lick my lips and then look up into those alien, glowing blue eyes.

And I point at the mountainside in the distance, where I know that so many women (half in pods) are waiting for rescue while I play bubble bath with a native. “Take me up the side of the mountain?”

He caresses my face, a question in his gaze. “Moun. . .tain?”

“Yes,” I say and trace my fingers over his skin. “Up there.”

His brows draw together, and he gives a shake of his head indicating that no, he’s not taking me there.

All right then, time to pull out the big guns. “Vektal,” I murmur. “Do you know how to kiss?”

The alien’s blank expression tells me he has no clue what I’m saying. Of course he doesn’t. So I put a hand to the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. He’s warm, and I rather like the feel of him blocking out the chilly wind. “Kiss?” I say again, and then I lean in and brush my lips against his.

The look on his face is stunned. It’s like it never occurred to him that people would put their mouths on each other. I stifle the giggle threatening to erupt and drag a finger down the front of his chest. “I can show you more things . . . if you take me up the mountain.”

I know I’m playing with fire. Offering him sexual favors in exchange for rescue probably isn’t the greatest plan, but I’m working with the weapons I have. As long as he’s fascinated by me, I can use that. It’s mercenary, but people’s lives are at stake. If I have to kiss an alien and flirt with him to get a rescue to my friends, I will.

It’s not exactly a hardship, I have to admit. I’m still thinking about his mouth on my skin from last night. The way he licked me until I came. And the way he is staring at me right now makes me think that sex with him wouldn’t be something terrible to be endured. It’d be slow and full of discovery and oh-so wicked. And I’m not hating the idea. Not by a long shot. Maybe I’m not in the right frame of mind to be entertaining sexy thoughts, but I can’t help it.

I play with fire a little more when I drape my arms around his neck and press my breasts to his warm—so warm— body. His cock pushes against my stomach insistently, and I ignore it, twining my fingers in his thick, black hair.

Vektal leans his face close to mine again, his gaze flicking to my mouth and then to my eyes. It’s like he’s asking for another kiss but unsure how to go about it.

“Do aliens not kiss?” I ask softly, leaning in to brush my lips over his again. “I’ll show you how to do all kinds of kissing if you’ll go up the mountain with me.”

“Moun. . .tain,” he repeats, and his eyes narrow. He puts his fingers to my mouth and then his, and then repeats it again. “Georgie mountain?”

“That’s right,” I say, pleased he’s getting it. “Take me to the mountain and Georgie will kiss you again.” I press my fingers from my lips to his.