Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Hux cursed and hissed, gripping my arm with strong fingers. “Kev. Oh, shit, Kev, don’t… don’t stop.”
As if I would. As if I could.
When his orgasm blasted over him, he roared out my name, and I watched him come with fascination. The long ropes of his release fell onto my fingers and into the hair below his belly button. I ran my fingers through the mess, then let them drift further, tracing the lines of script and the slightly faded compass rose tattoo that twined over his hip. I made out the words No Roots and then a tattoo that was darker, maybe newer, that said, No Shortcuts.
God, this man was fascinating. The greatest puzzle I’d ever encountered. And here I was, the world’s luckiest, newbiest newb, watching him gasp and shiver his way back to earth.
“If this is a dream,” I murmured, “I will kill anyone who wakes me up.”
Hux turned his head on the pillow and regarded me solemnly—almost… expectantly—and I began to feel incredibly awkward. How did you end an encounter like this?
Hey, man! Good Game.
Come back soon!
Would you mind posing for a pic so I can remember this moment?
My face heated, and I ducked down to hide it by his hip, pretending to peer more closely at the ink. Hux would probably hop up any minute and stammer his excuses before bolting back upstairs where the normal people were. He wouldn’t want to stay here with me for any length of time. He didn’t even really like me.
You’re so fucking sexy. So damn sweet. I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop wanting you.
I blinked and swallowed past a lump in my throat. Had he really said that, or was that a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing people said during sex?
I snuck a glance up at his face and discovered Hux was still studying me with the barest hint of a teasing smirk on his lips.
“Hey,” he said in an obnoxiously sexy voice.
“Oh. Hey.” I cleared my throat and reached for my comforter to hide my pale, skinny body. I tried to make it look casual, but I got the feeling Hux saw right through me. “Thank you. That was very nice.”
“Nice,” Hux said thoughtfully, like he was tasting the word. He rolled his top lip between his teeth to try and hide a grin, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. “That’s one word for it.”
I threw up my arms, accidentally naked-ing myself again. “I don’t know how to do this, okay? I don’t… I don’t understand the protocol. No one ever told me how to make polite chitchat after a… a sexual encounter, or if they did, I don’t remember.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this too,” he said softly. “Half a year. Maybe more.”
I bit back a hysterical laugh. “Yeah. It’s, ah… it’s been a little longer for me.”
Hux lifted a curious eyebrow and shifted his weight so he was more comfortable on the bed. Then he lifted one of my hands—which had begun tapping wildly at some point—and smiled almost… affectionately. “So what do you want to do?”
I hesitated for a moment, but that sweet smile was like a DragonFire Dagger, burning through all my defenses. “I want to be like some kind of romance heroine and lie on your chest,” I admitted. “But that’s stup-ah!”
Hux yanked on my hand, pulling me down so that my head rested on his chest, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I felt stiff and awkward.
“Wait a minute,” he grumbled, sitting up and dislodging me back onto the mattress. He pointed a finger in my direction. “Stay right there. Not kidding. Don’t move.”
I blinked once and nodded, because when the naked, sexy badass tells you to stay still, you… well, you probably get so hypnotized by the sight of him that you’d agree to just about anything.
Without another word, he disappeared into my bathroom, giving me the most incredible view of the muscular slab he called an ass.
“Ohhh,” I breathed, watching it like a hawk. A very lucky, almost horny again, hawk.
When he returned, I noticed he’d cleaned himself off, and he carried a damp cloth. When he got to the bed, he reached for my hands and cleaned them off before tossing the cloth in the direction of the bathroom. Then he climbed back into the bed and settled himself again.
“Now,” he said, sounding like a Bossy McCommander-face, “get back over here.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I rested my cheek on his chest and let my arm settle over his defined abs. Even though it felt cheesy and stupid, it also felt incredibly good.
But what did it mean? Were we… um, fuck buddies? Or was it a one-night stand? Was this the beginning of something more than that? Or was I reading too much into it?