Page 82 of Stranded with the Alien

“Nothing happened,” she said defensively. “I just don’t like asking for help, that’s all.”

“There is no shame in it.”

“I was raised to be self-sufficient. To be tough.”

“By your mother, no doubt. Your mother, the war-monger.”

Kara stiffened.

“Don’t talk about her like that. Put me down.”

“No,” he said calmly. “I am going to wash you. And you will accept it like a good little human.”

Ignoring her protestations, he turned her to face away from him and scooped sand onto her back and shoulders. Using long, slow strokes he massaged it into her skin.

Despite herself, she found it soothing. She closed her eyes and gave into it.

“Prick,” she muttered. Laughter rumbled from his chest.

He worked his hands over her shoulder blades and spine, kneading the small of her back until she let out a small sigh of happiness.

“You’re good with your hands.” She let herself relax and leaned back against his chest.

Something long and hard bumped against the swell of her buttocks and she suppressed a smile. She knew what that was. But she didn’t comment and neither did he.

His hands slipped over her shoulders to her neck and collarbone. She caught her breath as he moved past her breasts but he didn’t touch them. He was behaving himself, she realized. Being a gentleman even though he was clearly turned on.

She liked the fact he was trying to be restrained around her. It reminded her of what he could do when hewasn’tbeing restrained. Like last night. When he’d made her lose control.

Her pulse quickened.

Vahn tried to ignore his massive erection and concentrate on the task at hand. He stroked sand over Kara’s waist and ribs, methodically massaging it into her tummy and hips. When he reached the tops of her thighs, she couldn’t help wriggling.

“Stop squirming, little human.”

“I can’t. It feels too good.”

“If you insist on moving provocatively, this will only end one way.”

Mischievously, she pressed her butt against his erection.

“Do you mean like this?”

“You are playing with fire.”

“Mm.” She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “I think you missed a bit.”

She guided his hand between her legs.

“You are a vixen, Kara,” he muttered.

He stroked her silken cleft and discovered she was wet. His shaft pushed more insistently into her back.

She turned to face him and saw his erection was straining so hard it was protruding from the water. She stroked a finger over the sensitive tip and smiled when she heard him gasp.

“Kara,” he began, about to warn her again of the dangers of teasing him too much.

She didn’t let him finish. In one smooth movement, she gripped his waist with her legs and mounted him.

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