“I want you. Not just physically, but I want to get to know you. To learn about what makes you tick, what upsets you, what drives you. I want to know if this feeling I feel for you is real,” I managed to get out quietly. “Because it feels real.”
His grip on me tightened, and I watched in stilted silence as he bit his lip. He shook his head and my heart squeezed. Damn it, he didn’t feel it, did he? Was this just a physical thing for him? Had I made a massive mistake?
“Itisreal, Quinn. I feel it too.”
And then his lips were on mine once more. Urgent, insistent, unrelenting. There would be no more talking right now. And that was okay, because I don’t think words could even accurately describe how I felt.
Hux’s hand on my chin drifted to grip the side of my neck, his fingers tightening, but not to the point it hurt, just enough to make me feel wild and reckless. A moan tore up my throat, which only seemed to spur him on. His free hand drifted from my waist to dip below the fabric of my sundress, his callouses scraping against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
My head fell back as he peppered kisses to my mouth, my jaw, the curve of my neck. How could the simplest touch make me feel so alive? My body thrummed with desire, white-hot and all-consuming. Iburnedfor Hux. Everything about him was like kindling to the fire within me, everything he did, every nip, every brush of his lips, his tongue, his teeth—fuck.
The moment his fingers dipped below the fabric of my underwear, the moment they found my pussy, it was like a supernova of light burst in my vision. My head fell back, mylimbs turning weak, and it took everything in me to justfeelas his hands worked their magic. A moan escaped me as I rode the burning wave of desire sliding through my veins.
“Hux,” I moaned, his name all but a song, a prayer on my lips.
His chest rumbled with that sexy growl of his before he asked, “You like this, darlin’?”
Like it? I loved it. I loved the way he seemed to know exactly what I wanted and needed without any direction. I couldn’t answer though, words were too far away from me, so I just let out a little, “mhm hmm.” It was the best I could do.
He chuckled and wrapped an arm around to support me as he slid his fingers in and out of me.
Holy God, I was close. Already. With just a few strokes. Every inch of me felt like it was on fire. My veins, my lungs, my skin seared with the intensity of my burning need for Hux. But this wasn’t all about me. This was about him too, and while I didn’t think he particularly minded paying me all the attention right now, I was greedy for a taste of him as well.
I grabbed for his shirt, pulling it up, up, up over the taut muscles of his tan stomach. He paused long enough to rip it off with a growl, and then his mouth and hands were on me once more in a wild frenzy. I ran my fingers over the tattoo on his heart before trailing them lower and lower until I brushed the top of his jeans hung low on his hips. I pressed a hand to his rock-hard cock, eliciting a moan from him.
“I want you,” I said, surprising myself with the confidence in my voice.
It’s like the tether holding in his self-control vanished. He growled once more, and I gasped as he slid me to the edge of the table, all but ripping off my underwear and tossing them to the floor. He had the button and zipper of his jeans down in the nextinstant, his pants pulled down over his hips enough to expose his cock.
And despite all his intensity and desperation, he entered me slowly, gently, almost. Another moan found its way out of my chest as I rode the scorching desire that only Hux seemed capable of causing. His hips moved in slow, measured strokes, all the while, his hands roaming over my curves.
This. This feeling. This scorching passion, the searing kisses, the fire I felt…how was this real? Maybe soulmates were a thing. Or I was just so enamored and blinded by my lust that I thought they were.
“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmured as he kissed me.
I nipped at his bottom lip. I could say the same about him.
The action sparked something within him, further cutting at the tether holding back whatever shred of control he still possessed. One of his hands knotted in my hair, and he pulled hard enough to expose my neck before peppering kisses and nips to my flesh. My eyes fluttered closed at the feel of it.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His groan of approval brought a soft grin to my lips. “What do you want, Quinn?” he asked, his words a deep, velvety whisper in my ear.
“I want you.”
“I need you to be more specific.” The hold on my hair tightened and I gasped as he picked up the momentum and thrust into me faster, his movements becoming harder, more punishing. And holy God, it felt good.
“I…I don’t know. I just want you.” I didn’t know what I wanted. Was it pathetic to say that I’d never enjoyed sex this much until now? It had always felt more like a chore, like I was stumbling along in the dark. I didn’t know the first thing Iwanted when it came to sex. All I knew was that whatever he was doing, I wanted more.
He let out a huff—whether it was of approval or not I didn’t know.
“What do you want?” I asked, hoping the question would distract him from whatever thoughts my last sentence caused.
“What do I want?” His words turned contemplative, even though every inch of him—every chiseled line and curve, every muscle, even the look in his eyes—silently told me he knewexactlywhat he wanted. His hold on my hair tightened another fraction, and his lips found my neck as he led a path up to my ear before whispering, “I want to lay you down over this table and fuck you til you’re screamin’ my name.”
My cheeks heated at that, but the idea of it…yes. I wanted that. Ineededit. “Yes. Please.”
“Fuck, Quinn—” Hux moved then, pulling out of me and flipping me around to bend me over the table so quickly, I didn’t even have time to think or breathe. His cock was poised at my entrance in the next moment, his hands once more knotted in my hair. “You don't know how much I fuckin' love that.”
