Chapter 4 #3
Kex made a noise deep in his throat. Was that a growl? I glanced up and his eyes were two rings of silver fire, laser-focused on me. I guess that meant he saw me looking, not that I’d been subtle.
He crashed into the water, striding to me with such purpose, it took me far too long to realize my chest was completely bare. I reached up to cover myself, but then Kex was there, chest heaving, hands fisted at his sides as he hesitated over me.
Tentatively, I reached up and ran my finger slowly down his lovely teal pec.
It was hard, and I circled his dark nipple.
He groaned and gently cupped the breast I’d exposed, his thumb brushing across my nipple.
He leaned down as if to kiss me, but instead, his mouth met my neck and he sucked.
I moaned, and he licked the same spot before leaving a trail of gentle bites up my neck and across my jaw.
I leaned into him, wanting to feel as much of his body pressed to me as I could.
He squeezed my breast gently and his thick length pressed against my stomach as he held me to him.
My clit pulsed and brought me back to my senses.
I pushed away from him, gasping, and he let me go. I turned back to the waterfall and sank into the water, trying to catch my breath and calm the fire racing against my skin.
I was less than twenty-four hours on an alien planet. I could not start fucking the locals. I splashed water on my face as my mind argued about why I really should, when two warm hands wrapped around me and lifted me from the water.
Instead of carrying me off to have his way with me, Kex set me down gently on a large flat rock on a steep edge of the pool, and then retrieved some of his items. His cock, now more than a little hard, bobbed in the air as he returned to the water.
The bank was low enough that standing waist-deep in the water, he had easy access to my wounds.
His eyes were still intense but focused.
He ignored me as I watched his member bobbing happily in the pool, and he mashed up some kind of plant matter.
Once he had a little pile of paste, he washed my wounds out with water from his water bottle, then gently packed the paste into the punctures along my side.
It stung, and he made gentle, rumbly sounds as he worked, but eventually the spots he covered with paste began to feel numb, which seemed like a good sign.
Once he was done, he cleaned his hands and took the soap and brush from me and started cleaning my legs.
When he got to my feet, I jumped and took the brush back.
He grinned up at me and ran a claw along the bottom of my foot, as he had done with the brush.
I winced and jumped again as he tickled me.
I tried to rip my foot from his grip, but he hung on tighter and grinned wickedly.
With a glare, I kicked, but he gave me one last nerve-firing tickle and jumped away from my other foot before it could connect with his chest. He snorted and snatched the soap from me before moving back into the pool, and began soaping up his own chest. I watched with fascination until I realized he was watching me with that heated look, then I went to work on my own feet, cleaning the goo from my toes, until I felt good as new.
Kex came back over to my rock, and turned his back to me, handing me the soap over his shoulder. I could see the goo on his back from my piggyback ride, and it was only fair I washed him after he had done me, right? Yes, definitely. I was desperate for a chance to touch and explore him.
Gently, I ran the soap over the wide expanse of his shoulders, following with my hand to work it into a lather.
I lingered a little longer than necessary, feeling the soft down across his back and then spent a few minutes working my fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders.
He let out another deep, sexy growl as I worked my thumb into a particularly tight knot, and that snapped me back to reality.
I pulled my hands away, and he seemed to sway gently backward as if to prolong the contact. But instead I picked up the brush and diligently scrubbed him clean. When he was good and lathered, I put down the brush and patted his back. He moved into the water and submerged.
Kex swam a few laps around the pool, and I watched the steady movement of his powerful body until he finally emerged, water rolling down his muscular chest. He moved back to the shore to sit cross-legged next to his pile of leaves, immediately going back to his work.
Blinking myself back to focus, I got up and walked hunched over, trying to cover as much of myself as I could as I retrieved my clothes and shoes.
I sat back down on the edge of the pool and scrubbed what felt like an impossible task.
After I had one sock reasonably clean, Kex returned to my side, his leaf covering back in place and handed me his water. He gestured at himself, then at the forest, then at me, and at the rock, and lifted his hands.
I nodded, and he studied me before nodding back in a stiff, slightly jerky motion, as if unfamiliar with the gesture, before heading into the forest. Once he was gone, I took a long drink of water.
With the river, we wouldn’t be short on water, so I decided to focus on rehydrating while I cleaned my shoes.
As I scrubbed, my mind wandered back to that moment in the pool.
The fire in Kex’s eyes as he came for me made my blood sing and my nipples tighten.
How far would that have gone if I hadn’t stopped it?
Would Kex try again? Would I try to start it next time?
This world was primitive. Kex’s weapons were sharpened stone and sticks.
Yes, he knew how to make soap and had basic tools and knowledge of medicinal plants, but his technology was anything but.
This world didn’t seem to have anything close to spaceflight, so what were my chances really of ever making it home?
I could hold out for the gloopy guys to come back and hope their fate for us wasn’t as horrific as we had imagined, or I could come to terms that this forest and this stunningly hunky, gentle, and kind man could be my future if I let him.