Seducing a Barbarian (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #3)

Six

SIMON

I t didn’t matter how late I slept in; I still hated waking up. It took me time to feel alert again. Even a trip to the trench and breakfast didn’t help. It was like my brain was fogged with fatigue. When the barbarian led me to the river to wash, I was still not fully awake—not until my toes touched the water, and the cold shocked me. I yelped and jumped back, shooting Feigrind an incredulous look.

Of course, that was when I noticed he wasn’t paying attention to me. He was pulling off his clothes so he could bathe, too. And oh, goddess, the man was gorgeous. All tanned skin and thick muscles that looked like they were carved from stone. Tattoos started on his neck and went down his chest and arms. My gaze kept going, taking in every inch of him shamelessly. The round globes of his ass were so tight, I was a little jealous. Thick thighs and calves. Large feet. He had a few scars here and there, nowhere near as many as the guy who’d rescued me the day before, but they didn’t take away from his appeal. And when he turned just enough for me to get a look at his package, my mouth fell open.