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  “How could I forget?” Asher said dryly. “But…I think you’re out of foam.”

  He was right. Lisa went back to the nozzle, which was still dribbling gouts of foam from time to time, and caught a large handful. Coming back to him, she tried to be as professional and dispassionate as she could as she reached for the long, thick shaft between his thighs.

  But try as she might, she couldn’t help enjoying touching him so intimately. It was embarrassing but arousing too, the way he got even harder in her hands when she soaped him, running her fingers up and down the long, thick pole of flesh, making certain he was completely and thoroughly washed. He was bigger than any man she’d ever seen and she wondered how in the world he could fit that huge thing inside a normal-sized woman.

  A woman my size, whispered a little voice in her head and she had a quick mental image of the thick shaft sliding slowly inside her…

  “Lisa, please…” There was a low growl in Asher’s voice and she realized she’d been stroking him for some time—which was certainly not what they had agreed upon.

  “Oh—sorry.” She pulled her hands away abruptly. “I…I didn’t mean to, uh, linger,” she said lamely.

  He shook his head.

  “It’s all right.” His deep voice was strained. “I just didn’t want to shame myself by losing control in front of you.”

  Shame himself? Oh my God, he’s talking about coming! Lisa realized. He was about to cum while I stroked him!

  The thought—and the mental image of his thick cock erupting in her hands as she stroked him—gave her a little thrill of pleasure. Being able to bring such a big, powerful male to his knees simply by touching him was a heady feeling—a real turn on.

  No, the real turn on is that it’s your turn next, whispered a little voice in her head. And, Lisa realized biting her lip, it was.

  Asher took two large handfuls of foam and stroked them quickly and carefully over Lisa’s shoulders and straight down her arms. He didn’t want her to feel in any way taken advantage of, even if they were being forced to do this ridiculous purification routine.

  Lisa trembled a little but didn’t shy away as he got more foam and spread it thickly over her full breasts. Rather than going all around her and leaving the more delicate parts for the end, Asher had decided to use a quick-and-to-the-point approach. He leaned over her, spreading the soap over her back and down over her generous buttocks, which he would have liked to cup and squeeze, just as he wished he could palm her heavy breasts and tease her tight pink nipples.

  But of course, such things would not be right so he kept on gathering more and more foam from the nozzle and slathering it on the little Earth girl in a thick, obscuring layer as quickly as possible, in effect, incasing her in the sacred foam.

  “Wow,” Lisa said flatly, looking down to survey the big Kindred’s handiwork. “I look like Frosty the Snowman. You really laid it on thick!”

  “I was trying to be professional.” Asher raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you dislike it?”

  “No…not really.” Lisa sighed. She had been half-expecting him to retaliate for the almost hand-job she’d given him. Maybe by cupping her breasts or squeezing her ass or something like that. Of course, she hadn’t given him permission to do any of that and it would certainly have been very wrong of him. But she couldn’t help wishing that he had at least wanted to do it. Either he didn’t want her—which didn’t appear to be the case, at least judging from the size of his erection—or else he was just too much of a gentleman to try anything—which seemed more likely.

  Suddenly, she wanted his hands on her—wanted them badly, she admitted to herself. It had been a long time since she’d been touched—especially with anything approaching gentleness and care. She wanted to feel the big Kindred touch and stroke her body and bring her pleasure with those big hands and long fingers of his.

  But how could she get him to do it?

  Suddenly, she had an idea.

  “Come on—let’s rinse off,” she murmured, pointing to the second nozzle.

  Asher turned it on and the two of them turned and twisted in front of the warm spray, getting all the foamy, creamy soap off their bodies which was, by now, something of a relief.

  When they were clean—and still somewhat damp, he turned to her.

  “I believe the holy oil is next.”

  “Yes, or whatever it’s called.” Lisa nodded, her heart pounding. “But, uh…” She beckoned for him to come down so she could whisper in his ear.

  Obligingly, the big Kindred bent lower.

  “Yes?” he murmured.

  “I think we need to do a more, uh, thorough job with the oil,” Lisa whispered in his ear. She nodded up at the two chewchies who were still watching them. “What if they let Natillus and Lambada know how we’re barely touching each other?” she asked, still whispering. “They’ll know we’re not really, uh, mated and they might kick us out.”

  “Do you really think so?” Asher drew back, frowning.

  Lisa nodded solemnly, her heart pounding in her chest. “I think we’d better not take a chance,” she murmured back. “All right?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t mind but I don’t want to go further than you wish me to.”

  “Just follow my lead,” Lisa told him as she went over to the oil faucet and collected a small amount of the thick, rainbow-colored stuff between her fingers.

  Turning back to him, she rubbed her hands together the way she had seen massage therapists do, the few times she had ever had a massage.

  “Now let me see,” she murmured. “Where to begin?”

  Twenty-Six

  Asher steeled himself to endure her soft little hands on his body once more. Her touch nearly drove him crazy and though he was able to keep himself from doing anything he should not, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to her. The constant erection he was sporting was embarrassing but strangely, Lisa didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, she had seemed to very much enjoy washing and stroking it earlier, while Asher fought to keep his self-control.

  Now she stepped up to him with the oil glistening on her hands and began to stroke his chest once more, rubbing the oil into his flesh in a firm, circular pattern as she worked.

  “You have an amazing body, you know?” she murmured, as she rubbed the oil into his muscles. “I mean, I know it’s not very professional of me to say that but it’s true—you look incredible.”

  Asher felt his heart jump in his chest.

  “I feel the same about you,” he said in a low voice, looking down to watch as she spread the oil over his abs. “You’re very beautiful.”

  To his surprise, she made a little sound of disbelief.

  “Thanks—that’s certainly not something I hear much. Being plus-sized, I mean,” she remarked.

  Asher frowned. “Do you mean that the males on Earth don’t esteem you because you have full and generous curves?” He himself couldn’t imagine such a thing. In his culture, full curves were a sign of beauty and fertility. How could any man prefer a skinny woman to one with generous curves?

  “You could say that,” Lisa said dryly. “If by ‘don’t esteem’ you mean don’t want to date. Well, except for Cameron—though I was a little thinner when I met him. But he didn’t want to let me go, even after I packed on a few more pounds.” She sighed. “My mom always used to say a mean man is like a bad penny—they just keep turning up.”

  “He…really hurt you, didn’t he?” Asher asked, his chest aching for her.

  She shrugged nonchalantly.

  “Only when he was drinking. Look, I’m going to oil your back and ass now—do you mind?”

  Asher shook his head.

  “I am in your hands—literally.”

  “Okay, good.” She got some more oil on her hands and came around behind him. Asher crouched a little so she could reach him and sighed in contentment when she began, not just to rub the oil into his skin, but to knead the tense muscles of his neck and shoulders.

  “That�