Free Barbarian Alien by Ruby Dixon Page B

against mine once more. My moans of pure delight are swallowed against his tongue, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him stiffen against me in surprise. “I totally don’t want you tonguing me,” I hiss at him, and then proceed to tongue his mouth all over, like a wild woman.
    Raahosh breaks away from my kiss and stares down at me, eyes as feral as I feel. He leans in and captures my mouth in another breathtaking kiss, and I nearly lose my mind when he sucks on my upper lip. This man is a fast learner. Maybe too fast. I feel as if I’m losing control of the situation.
    Of course, I’m assuming I ever had control of the situation.
    I pull my mouth away from his again, and I drag one of his hands from the snow to my breast. “I don’t want you to touch this,” I tell him, fierce and just a little bit angry. Truth is, I am angry as much as I’m aroused. I’m not sure if this is me or the cootie, but I know I can’t stop. And when he squeezes my breast through the thick fabric of the borrowed tunic, I fling my head back and moan again, my hips undulating against the snow.
    I need him so
bad
. It’s like my body has been half asleep and now that we’re touching, I’m alive. My senses are awakened, and my body is singing—
    And I need sex like I need air.
    He rubs his thumb over my nipple through the leather, and my breath hisses from my throat. That should not feel that good. It should not. And yet, I want more than just that. He bares his teeth in a snarl, and I gasp at the sight of those sharp fangs. I must be sick in the head, because they’re arousing to me, too, and I give his head a little push.
    “I don’t want you to lick my pussy,” I tell him, nudging him lower to emphasize just what it is I want despite my words. It’s okay, anyhow, because I’m babbling like a crazy person. “I don’t want your mouth on me at all,” I tell him, even when I lift my hips and use one hand to start to pull my newly-made pants down.
    Even though he can’t understand me, he gets the idea, and his hands go to my pants, pulling them down to my knees. He gives me a hot look that makes me melt, and my nipples feel like hard, aching points of agony under the leather. They’re dying to be touched, so I reach up and toy with them myself. My cootie’s humming so hard my entire body feels as if it’s vibrating, and I’m hurting with need.
    My pants get caught up around my knees and he jerks at them for a moment, frustrated. Then, he grabs the fabric and hauls my legs forward, pressing them against my chest. My ass sticks out into the snow and I’m bare from my waist to my knees.
    And trapped.
    I suck in a breath and wait.
    Raahosh stares down at me, at the pink part of my flesh that I imagine is slick with moisture and feels as if it’s throbbing with aching need. He looks up at me, his glowing blue eyes slitted, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Then, I feel him touch me. His fingers trace over my sensitive folds, exploring me.
    I nearly weep with how intense it feels. Breath shudders from my throat, and I make a low, keening sound. I want more than just that exploratory touch. I want — no, crave the feel of his mouth on me. “I don’t want your mouth on me,” I grit out, even as I tug my legs forward so he can get a better look at what I’m presenting. “Not at all.”
    Raahosh ignores the lies I’m spewing and studies me for a long moment. I watch his nostrils flare, and he runs his finger up and down my folds again. I cry out and buck against him, and when he pulls his big hand back, it’s gleaming with my juices. He studies his wet thumb and fingers, and then brings them to his mouth for a taste.
    “Oh goddamn, that was dirty. You are so dirty,” I tell him, hotter and more turned on than ever.
    He licks his fingers with an almost reverent expression on his face, as if the taste of me is better than the finest chocolate. And that just makes me quiver with lust, seeing his delicious, big,