“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Solo smiled. “We late?”
“Nah.” I set my phone back on the nightstand and moved onto my side to face him. His eyes were finally starting to open, though it looked like it was taking a massive effort.
“I can’t seem to move my body,” Solo said, his words half muffled in the pillow. “Maybe you should wake me up.” He waggled his brows, and I laughed.
“We ran out of condoms somewhere around two a.m.”
“Ah, shit. That’s right.”
I needed to get up, get dressed, and head back to my room for a shower, but I couldn’t make myself move. We’d spent hours going at each other like rounds of an MMA fight, and I was sure when I looked in the mirror later that there’d be bruises or some kind of marking as a result.
But damn… I hadn’t known what I was missing giving Solo the brush-off. Or maybe I had known deep down and didn’t want a taste to turn into a full-blown craving. He’d been the hottest, dirtiest fuck I’d had in my life, everything he’d promised and more. Solo was the same guy whether he was flying or fucking—cocky but with the skills to back it up, aggressive…and unpredictable. It would be hazardous to my health to get addicted to a guy like him.
That wouldn’t happen, though. This thing between us was scorching, that was for damn sure, but it wasn’t going anywhere, and we both knew it.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there.”
I turned my head to see his eyes were shut again. “How can you tell?”
“I can hear the fucking wheels turning. Do you ever just stop?”
I rolled to my side so I was facing him and let my eyes wander over the smooth skin of his arms hugging that pillow. “Pretty sure I stopped last night.”
He opened his eyes, and they were beautiful. It wasn’t something I’d ever tell him, but I’d never seen lashes so damn thick on a man before. They should’ve looked ridiculous, like he’d lined them with eyeliner and spent time applying mascara, but I knew he hadn’t. His eyes were always this captivating, always this mesmerizing, and not staring into them was fast becoming a problem.
“Hmm, you did, didn’t you. Aaand…?”
I couldn’t stop my grin. “Is that your way of asking if I regret it?”
“Sure, we can go with that. But personally I was aiming more for: was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“Feeling insecure?”
Solo chuckled and rolled to his back, the sheet shifting until it was barely covering his hips. “Do I look insecure to you?”
I let my eyes roam down his body and felt my cock stir. “You look fucking unreal to me.”
Solo whipped his head to the side to look at me. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yes. But don’t try to pull that shocked shit with me. You know what you’re working with. You made that clear the first night we met.”
“Well, yeah. But you’ve never actuallyadmittedit, so I wasn’t sure what you thought.”
Without even thinking about it, I shifted up and over the top of him, bracing my hands on either side of his head on the pillow, the sheet falling off my bare ass but still acting as a teasing barrier between us.
As I rolled my hips over the top of his, I said, “I think it’s going to be very difficult to be around you now, and not think about the way you look and sound when you come.”
“Fuck…” Solo arched up under me, his erection rubbing against mine through the sheets, making the friction all the more sensual.
“I also think you are one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen in my life, and that’s going to make it even harder to forget last night.”
Solo’s eyes narrowed, and when I would’ve rolled off him so I could go and get ready, he reached up, wound his arms around my neck, and tugged me down so he could suck my lower lip into his mouth.
A low rumble of pleasure left me, and when he released me, he said, “Why in the world would you ever want to forget something as hot as this?”
Why indeed…
My mouth opened to his as I continued to rub my morning erection against his. One last time couldn’t hurt, right?
