Page 9 of Caveman Alien's Touch

“Ah.” His fingers follow my jawline back towards my ear. “Some more blood specks here.”

“Get them.”

“And here.” He reaches the side of my neck, his touch feathery light but the tingly warmth preventing it from feeling ticklish.

“Good,” I croak, tensing up from the expectation of where those fingers are going next.

They go exactly where I would have picked, which is towards the ear.

“Some spots here,” he says softly, his bass voice like silk.

When he touches my earlobe I shudder again, and a small moan escapes me. I must have goosebumps all over.

This time he doesn’t stop to ask if I’m cold. Those warm fingers continue to the back of my ear, circling lightly. I had no idea that part of me was that sensitive, but maybe he knew. Or maybe every part he touches seems that sensitive because his touch is just right. His touch is light and warm,but is there more going on? Because it feels like it is. There’s a tingle like a weak electric charge wherever his fingertips touch.

“You’re incredibly gifted at this,” I murmur in English under my breath. “You’re dangerous.”

“Danjrus,”he echoes, moving his fingers down from my ear to the neck, making me shiver again. “That sounds like an alien word.”

“It is.” I don’t want to talk, just enjoy the electric sensation of his fingers on my skin.

He works his way down my neck to the shoulder.

I’m distantly aware that this might not be something a decent woman lets just happen. But hey, I’m on an alien planet and I’m just trying to make the best of it. And now, for the first time in years, I’d love to forget exactly where I am and maybe enjoy myself with no crippling feelings of guilt.

I’m mostly worried about someone catching us. Noker’s touch is addictive, and I want this to continue.

I turn a fraction, so that when he moves his finger, it goes down my collar bone.

“No spots here,” he reports, voice gruff. “Shall I continue?”

Because of course he’s making sure I’m okay with this. That’s the kind of guy he is. And that’s exactly the kind of guy I want to continue.

“Yes,” I rasp. “Make sure I’m clean.”

He does, impossibly warm and smooth fingers circling their way downwards, until my left nipple goes stiff and hard from sheer anticipation and my breath goes irregular. Oh my, those tingles rightthere…

Noker lets the fingers circle my breast in a devilish spiral that gets tighter all the time. My eyes close by themselves — this will be even better if I know only the touch.

I can’t be the first woman he touches. Ican’t. This is expert seduction stuff that any pick-up artist on Earth would kill to learn.

His warm fingers circle closer and closer. I’ve never known my nipple to tighten this much. The other one contracts in some kind of expectant sympathy.

I hold my breath while the spiral gets smaller and smaller. And then, the touch right at my nipple.

“Ooh…” Arrows of delight cascade from my breast and down my body. I wonder if I’m going to?—

My eyes fly open as I sense a change in the light. My head snaps around.

Two of the tribe’s boys are staring at us from the top of the hill behind us.

“Fuck!” I bend to retrieve my hoodie and hold it in front of my chest.

Noker whirls around, the fan on his head suddenly all red. “Leave us!”

The boys dart out of sight.

“Terrible boys spying on us,” Noker growls, picking up a rock as if to fling it at them, but then just dropping it.

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