Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

Grabbing more of the juice from the fruit and mixing water with it, he scooped up some of the sudsy goo and began to vigorously scrub my legs with it, one on one side of his hip, then the other. When he went to massage it into my breasts, he narrowed his eyes at me, like he was cautioning me to be still. I could feel my pulse racing as I forced myself to sit like a statue while he began to clean my front. He was very methodical, like this was just a part of their everyday lives. However, I didn’t miss the way his little, or should I say big, soldier suddenly decided to give me a salute, rising up from the water when his hand went down to clean my private area. I felt a heavy blush creep over my cheeks as he cleaned me there, slowly rubbing around and between my folds, his eyes never leaving mine. In fact, they burned into me, that same intensity building, and he kept going even though I was undoubtedly clean by now. I licked my lips as he teased between my folds again, unable to stop the little sigh when he curiously began to circle his thumb over my clit. At my reaction to his touch there, he kept his eyes on me, noting every little sound I made, every time I shifted in my seat or blushed, and kept going. “Rowe, stop…” I whispered, placing my palm against one of his massive pecs. I’d meant to push him back, but for whatever reason, all I did was rest my hand there, my hips giving an involuntary little jolt when he pressed a little harder. “Kayd gwukh?” he raised a brow, l...