Solo turned his head on the pillow where he lay beside me, a lone sheet drawn up around our hips, our skin still slick with sweat. “I haven’t been a one-man type of guy.”
“Solo the slut-bag. That’s what Whiplash would say.”
“Maybe so, but I hardly think I’d be alone in that assessment. Unless you’re forgetting that the night we met you were busy trying to get a rise out of carrot dick.”
“He’s carrot dick now?” I laughed. “Jesus.”
“Hey, I’m not judging…much. But you can admit it: you just wanted to go home with me.”
“And grow your ego five sizes? No way.”
Solo pulled the sheet down slowly from my hips, but I grabbed it before he could expose my naked body again.
“Come on,” he said. “Admit it. Tell me how hot you were for me the second you saw me.”
“So hot I turned you down…twice.”
Quicker than I could blink, Solo rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. “And you regret that decision every day. Come on. No one’s here. You can tell me.”
“You gonna make me?”
Solo’s grin grew wider. “I’ll do whatever it takes. You should know that about me by now.”
That comment alone should’ve made my dick react. The possibility of Solo doing anything he wanted to me was a promise that I found seriously hot. But for some reason, I felt a pang in my chest. He’d do whatever it took, all right. To be on top. To get what he wanted. To get me in bed.
But not togetme.
Oh, shit. There it was. Fucking emotions butting in where they weren’t wanted.
The smile on Solo’s face dimmed as his brows pinched together. “What did I say?”
“Huh?”
“You look upset, and I don’t think the threat of a good time caused it.” As if to prove his point, he rocked his hips over mine, but I reached out to grab hold of them to still his movements.
I searched the dark depths of his eyes, so intense on mine, wishing I could see something to let me know…what, exactly? That I wasn’t just another notch on his belt? That he wasn’t just a notch on mine?
“Okaaay,” Solo said, rolling back to his side of the bed. “You’re looking way too serious over there, which means you’re thinking about something you shouldn’t be.”
Sighing, I brought a hand up to rest under my head and trained my gaze on the ceiling fan lazily spinning overhead. “Do you ever get lonely?”
“In bed?” When I pinned him with a look, he held his hands up. “In general?”
“Yeah.”
“I lost my entire fucking family. What do you think?”
“I think you’re really good at answering a question with another question.”
Solo let out a sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Of course I get lonely. I’m human, aren’t I?”
“Sure you want me to answer that?” Solo gave me the side-eye, and my lips quirked. “It’s just, you never talk about it. You can you know? Talk about them, with me. If you want to.”
Solo swallowed, and for the first time in as long as I’d known him, he looked…uncomfortable.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” I quickly said, hating that my own insecurities, my own doubts had made me push him into a conversation he clearly didn’t want to have.Good job, moron.“I didn’t mean to pry.”
“Yes, you did.” Solo chuckled. “But that’s okay. I know you’re asking because you care.”
