I leaned back into him, a breathy laugh coming out of me as I whispered, “Then fuck me, please.”
He didn’t possess the same amount of restraint this time around. He pounded his cock into me with brutal intensity, but I savored every thrust. Dipping a hand beneath the top of my dress, he grabbed one of my breasts, which he kneaded and squeezed, sparking even more desire in my veins. Between the punishing strokes of his cock, the tension of his hand in my hair, and now this…it was the perfect kindling for the fire blazing higher and higher within me.
“Hux,” I breathed.
He growled out a curse in my ear, his hold on my breast vanishing as it trailed down along my curves and slippedbeneath the hem of my dress. His breath fanned against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he rumbled in my ear, “Be a good girl, and say it again, darlin'.”
His fingers found the bundle of nerves at my core, his hand and cock both stoking me higher and higher and higher. And then he bit me. It wasn't more than a little love nip, really, but It was right at the tender cord of muscle where my neck and my shoulder met. I gasped as the most brutal, paradoxical sensation of pleasure and pain pummeled through me…
And then I was crashing, falling, plummeting down from the heights I’d just soared, my orgasm coming hard and fast and fierce. I screamed his name, my vision spotting and going black as I slammed my eyes closed and writhed beneath him.
He let out a curse, his thrusts turning wild and relentless—once, twice, a third time as his own release finally found him. His hold on my hair eased, and where his teeth had been just a moment before, he kissed now, sending a shiver through me. Hux’s hands came up to cage around me as he pulled me back against him, finally slipping out of me. And despite the moment being so quiet, so simple, this was almost more magical than the sex. The intensity of this moment, the rightness I felt in his arms. It shouldn’t be real. It couldn’t be.
For a long moment I just stood there, our breathing matching each other’s, but I wanted to look at him. Wanted to get an idea of what was going through his head. I was too scared to ask and shatter the perfectness of the moment. I turned to face him, trailing my fingers down his sleeve of tattoos taking up his right arm, admiring the artwork. It reminded me of an old Western. There was a desert landscape with a lonesome rider riding off into the sunset, barbed wire, cactus, some paisley filigree mixed in along with another cow skull, and a cross.
“I can’t decide if I want you to stop that or keep going,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around me. His deep voicecut through the quiet of the room like thunder rolling in the distance. Powerful, yet subdued.
“Does it tickle?” I asked, looking up at him.
His lips were slightly upturned at the corners, his amber eyes warm and light. God, they were beautiful. I wish he didn’t feel the need to hide behind his sunglasses so much. Though, I’m sure it was probably easier and felt more comfortable for him. He didn’t have to hide from me, though.
“A little. But I’m more worried about how fast it’s gonna make me want to fuck you again if you don’t stop.”
My laughter was little more than a breathy huff of air. “Would that be so bad?”
He chuckled, his grin widening. “I knew you weren’t as much of a good girl as you let on.” His lips met mine for a moment, stoking some of the desire that was little more than embers in my veins now.
I broke the kiss a moment later. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckled, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Sure you don’t, darlin’.” And the way he said it, Holy God. How was he so frikin hot?
“We should probably get cleaned up,” I said, my voice weak.
“There’s a bathroom down the hall and to the left. It’s got a shower and tub,” he replied.
I reached out and brushed my fingertips against his. “Wanna join?”
He pulled me to him once more, crushing me to his chest, but when he kissed me it was so opposite—soft and languid. “Is that a question?”
A few minutes later, I sat in Hux’s lap, drawing lazy patterns on his chest while steam swirled around us from the bath. It was one of those fancy jacuzzi tubs with jets, so why not?
Hux’s knuckles drifted up and down my spine in the most soothing, yet tantalizing way that both eased and drove my desire as he said, “Wasn’t expectin’ for you to come bargin’ in here earlier.”
I giggled. “Me? I wasn’t expecting you! My dad said no one was staying in here so I could use the place. I thought you lived in the bunkhouse?”
“I do, I just keep my paint stuff in here. I’ll have to move it, though, now that—”
“No!” I cut him off quickly. His brows furrowed, so I tried again. “No, you don’t have to move your stuff. I don’t mind if you paint here, in fact, you can come here whenever. My door’s always open. Hell, you could even stay here if you like.” Each sentence tumbled out of my mouth like word vomit. I couldn’t hold it back even if I tried.
He stilled and I inwardly cringed.Way to go, idiot. You invited him to live with you after one night. Desperate, much?
“I mean, I’m not asking you to, like, move in or anything, I just don’t like being alone and—” Oh dear God I was just making this worse. I let out a nervous squeak of laughter. “You know what, just forget I said anyth—”
His chuckle was low and deep as he drew me in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, stilting any more words from coming out of me. When he finally pulled away, his voice came out as husky whisper. “No, I get it. As much as I like being on my own, feelin’ lonely sucks. It’s kinda why I like the bunkhouse. Reminds me of being on the ranch with my family. There’s never a quiet moment.” He paused, his next words more of an afterthought than anything. “Sometimes the quiet getstooquiet, you know?”
I nodded, a whisper of sadness stirring within my heart. “After my mom died, it was just my dad and I for the first three years. But I could tell he hated being there, so I was alone a lot while he worked and vacationed and did whatever my dad doesfor fun. I lived so close to campus for college that I didn’t see a reason to stay in the dorms or rent a place, so I stayed at my parents, even if it was lonely and reminded me of my mom.”
“I’m sorry. You still live there now?”
