Page 40 of Captured By the Alien Captain
The task of keeping my gaze from lowering is a good distraction in itself. While I’m staring at his face and taking in the foreign expression on his face, I crack a smile when he hisses as the water hits him. Once he’s readjusted the knobs to where he can join me, I expect him to attack me as he always does.
A part of me really wants him to. Deep down, having him this close, there’s a throb pulsating in my gut. The other part…well, that’s the worn-down one.
“You are upset.” Pointing out the obvious, I don’t have the strength to call him out for it. Not when he’s reaching out to cup my cheek. The warmth of the water doesn’t come in comparison to the warmth of his touch. “I can feel your pain.”
“You always say the strangest things.” If he can heal my wounds and make my skin glow, I might as well believe that he can read my mind at this point. His face is serious. “Today was a lot for me. Everyone has a limit. Not that I want to admit that out loud to you.”
His thumb brushes my mouth and I part them. Sucking in a steady breath, I close my eyes once more. If I focus hard enough, I can feel the strum of a beat. A slow, steady heartbeat. It’s not my own. Yet, it’s calming. Like a lullaby to a fussy newborn.
“Will talking help?” His thumb traces my jaw and I feel his other hand brush my hip. I don’t think he’s trying to distract me. Runar just really likes contact, I’ve learned that bit.
“From captor to therapist. What a wild turn of events.” Scoffing, I look at him once more. Taking in those golden eyes looking all concerned, I shake my head. “Talking isn’t my style. Plus, we’re meant to be showering. This isn’t the place to let all my feelings start pouring out.”
No offense to Runar, but I’d like to avoid letting him see all my vulnerable spots in such a short period. How about we try in a few days or even a couple of weeks?
Will this thing between us live out for that long? From the way he always looks at me, I think I might be stuck with him. Though, is that a bad thing?
He nods and pulls away. As his touch disappears, he grabs the soap and proceeds to wash away all the evidence of today. As he’s doing exactly what I’ve said, those eyes of his are still piercing my skin.
The throbbing is growing. Especially when I allow my gaze to lower.
White suds of soap trail down his chest and follow along his stomach. Even further, the suds drip off his swollen cock. He might not be pouncing on me because he can ‘feel my pain’, but he sure looks like he wants to.
My toes curl against the tile.
“Do you need help?” Taking in the fact that I haven’t budged, he tilts his head. He might know a little too much because his mouth twitches like he wants to smirk.
I can manage to wash my body perfectly fine. Yet, I don’t tell him no. When he does allow his lips to curve, my frown does nothing to him when he closes the distance between us once more.
“I will take care of you,” he promises softly, “in whatever ways you need.”
Without needing to say the words, I know he will.
10
Runar
I can smell her arousal. The scent is enough to make my thoughts swirl. There’s only one thing on my mind, and we both know it from how her eyes glance lower. Every time I breathe in deeper, I feel my restraint dwindling. At this point, it feels like I want to torture myself by entertaining this idea of washing her. Putting my hands on her curves and watching the way she unravels might as well be me accepting a death sentence.
Even though it’s not a smart idea, I pour shampoo onto my hands and lather her hair. Her short hairs glide between my fingers and Jax makes this soft groaning noise as I massage her scalp.
There’s nothing better than smelling my soaps as they cling to her skin. The smell is almost powerful enough to hide the scent drifting between her thighs.
Seeing how much is plaguing her mind, I fully plan on addressing everything troubling her at a better time. Possibly when we are both fully clothed. Right now is the worst time.
She’s wound up tight, sighing through her nose as my fingers reach the back of her neck. Each little sound shouldn’t do as much damage as it does. When my cock grazes her ass, she doesn’t complain. It’s a pleasant shift. Once her hair is scrubbed thoroughly, my touch lowers to her shoulders and trails down her sides. Spreading the suds, I lose focus on the purpose of cleaning her skin and enjoy touching her.
Each sudden suck of air from her lips is nothing but a push to continue.
“You smell of me,” I tell her as I step close enough for her back to brush my chest. Reaching around her body, I spread the suds from her stomach up to her breasts. Squeezing the mounds, hardened nipples poke at my palms. “You are intoxicating.”
Her skin is growing more flushed by the second, and the water’s temperature can’t be blamed. I made sure of the fact.
“I prefer my soap,” she lies before biting down on her lip when I pinch her nipple.
I pluck and twist, doing whatever I can to make her nudge and jerk against the pulsating heat pushing against the curve of her cheeks. She’s teasingmenow, wiggling closer while arching against my body with purpose.
I’ve deliberately taken my sweet time washing her while touching all of her most sensitive places. Now she wants to return the favor by making me suffer.