Page 20 of The Highseer's Mate

“Like soap.”

His brows raise before he uses his free hand to rub the foam along my shoulders. Immediately, his touch soothesthe muscles and I almost groan from the light pressure as he massages in the soap. He works up my neck and down my arm, easing the soreness from slamming into everything during the crash, then switches his hold on me to get my other side. I decide not to fight the big alien. He seems set on doing what he wants.

And also, the attention feels too damn good.

Those rough hands are gentle. He’s powerful, stronger than any human could be, and yet he chooses to touch me, rub me with such care. His eyes never leave my skin as he washes every inch.

Varek rubs the soap across my collarbones and down the middle of my chest. He moves to the right and his fingers brush across my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

I suck in a deep breath and bite my bottom lip.

“Paige? Did I hurt you?”

He tugs me closer as my body reacts to his, humming a melody I haven’t experienced in a long, long time.

I shake my head. “No.”

Varek grabs more foam and slides his hand to the other side of my chest. His touch is so delicate that I arch into it, my nipples hard and achy for the attention to continue.

“You are sensitive,” he says deeply, the words coming from deep in his chest. Varek grabs another handful of foam and focuses on my back, lifting me slightly out of the water. I’m still tender, but his touch is gentle enough that he’s not hurting me. I wrap my legs around his torso as my head goes fuzzy.

I can feel him. His manhood, hard and ready, drags across the thin fabric of my soaked panties.

I wrack my brain for anything to change the subject. Anything to get my mind off the flutter in my belly every time he touches me.

“So you’re a Highseer.” I clear my throat. “How did you get that position?”

Varek’s lips twitch slightly. “It is an honor from my people for my prowess in battle. My wisdom. My strength.”

“Battle?” I ask. “Who do you battle with?”

His eyes darken and he stills. “We have not in a long time.”

Varek’s attention on my body resumes. He scrubs down my back, lower and lower until he hits the top of my panties.

“I cannot reach you fully with these undergarments on,” he emphasizes the new word. “May I remove them?”

I blink at him. He’s right. I won’t get clean with them still on and I hadn’t realized how good it would feel to clean up. I untangle my legs from around his waist and reach down, sliding my panties off. I toss them toward the rest of my clothes.

Varek nods, pleased. He pulls me close and when I wrap my legs around him again, his erection rubs deliciously across my sensitive clit. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning as he resumes his work cleaning my backside.

How does this feel so good when it’s pure… insanity.

It’s happening so fast–him, me. This bond? I shouldn’t want him like this, shouldn’t melt into his touch so easily.

“So, this mate thing,” I mumble. My skin is on fire as he massages the soap into my soft flesh. I hate that it feels amazing to let him touch me like this, but it seems to be affecting him in the exact same way. “What exactly does it mean?”

Varek watches me intently as he moves down the length of my legs, cleaning my outer thighs. “It means we were born for each other. Our souls, our bodies. We are made to love one another.”

Wow. That’s intense. “We don’t have anything like that on Earth.”

“Earth?”

“My planet. Where I’m from.”

He nods. “So what do you have there?”

His hands move down to my calves, massaging and cleaning gently. “People date. They decide if they like each other and then get into a relationship. If it works out, it works out. If not—”

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