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WILLA

H uxley leads me slowly to the bedroom, stopping every few feet to kiss me, caress me, and otherwise tell me without words that he's fine with taking our time.

Every single thing about him is thoughtful.

Caring. I don't think I've ever had anyone so concerned about every aspect of my life. Plus, the heat that rolls off him when he pins me to the wall takes my breath away. When he lifted me onto the counter earlier, it sent waves of desire to places I’ve honestly never paid much attention to before.

His strong hands are warm and firm yet gentle as he lifts me onto the edge of the bed. I love the way his huge hands are so careful as he slips off my shoes and socks, then pulls off my t-shirt.

Butterflies start to form a tornado in my lower belly as his dark eyes drink me in. Even though nothing has happened between us beyond kissing, my body has already decided: anything he wants is on the table. How could I not be under the spell of this breathtaking man?

His hands slide slowly up my sides, then up my arms to pin my wrists together.

Then he grabs a thin blanket and wraps it once around them to keep me in place.

It's more a suggestion of restraint – I could easily pull my hands out if I wanted – but I get his message.

He wants me to be still so that he can play. Okay, then!

His lips burn against mine, his strong fingers gripping my hip as he settles beside me. One long finger skims down my throat and into my cleavage. I gasp as his palm slides into my bra and across my breast, causing my spine to arch as I gasp into his lips.

His palm is warm against my skin, teasing my nipple with a quick stroke of his thumb until I'm melting against him. The more I gasp and flush and quiver, the darker Huxley's eyes burn.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I hold back a whimper as he unhooks the back of my bra. He pulls it up over my head, leaving it tangled near my wrists.

"Just relax, Angel." His deep voice is a soft growl. "I'm not going to take you tonight. I just need to taste you. Okay?"

My breath is shaky. "Okay."

He pulls off my jeans and panties together, and as soon as they hit the floor, Hux spreads my thighs, kneeling in front of the bed.

Even through his deep tan, I see a spark of color across his cheeks. His hands hook around the back of my knees, pulling me a few inches closer toward him. His palms caress down the back of my calves, then back up to my knees as he gently nudges them apart.

A deep shudder runs through me. This is actually happening .

My inhales are loud and ragged, but I don’t care. My heart pounds in my chest as my tight nipples point straight at the ceiling. His gaze alternates between staring between my thighs and then up at my breasts, rising and falling with each breath.

His firm fingers massage up my inner thighs. My skin tingles everywhere he touches me, leaving my head spinning. His thumb traces slowly through my crease as I shiver, hips twisting. It's not a tickle, but a feather light sensation that touches my body and soul at the same time.

My gasps fill the bedroom as Hux leans in and drags his mouth against my open pussy with a rough kiss. "Don't think you need to be quiet," he groans against my skin. "I want to hear every single sexy sound you make, Angel."

There's an intense spark in his eyes. If I didn't know how sweet and gentle he really was, it would almost look dangerous.

The next time I moan from the feel of his lips sliding against my flesh, he gives a quick nod and grins before his warm tongue slides through my folds, opening me up slowly, hitting every sensitive spot.

He finds my button easily, focusing his attention on it as soon as I begin to pant.

His tongue flattens, grazing slowly over the spot again and again until I feel a twisting and tightening in my lower belly.

I can't quite pull in a full breath as my thighs tighten around his shoulders. Much as I want to, I can't fist his hair and pull him closer. Maybe this is why he wanted to keep my wrists bound.

"Delicious," he mutters, his lips shiny with my juices.

He seems to love it, digging in again. I quiver and gasp as his tongue plunges into me several times.

Then he slides in a finger instead, returning his tongue to my clit as he laps it over and over.

His free hand scoops up my butt, tilting me so he can lick harder.

It's all-consuming. Fiery. Wildly intense.

As every muscle begins to contract, a flash of amusement dances in his eyes. He's clearly delighted that I'm about to come. Does he know that he's my first? Does that add fuel to the fire for him?

My thighs splay open, a rush of heat flooding my entire body as I cry out. My spine curls, pitching me forward, and I clutch the sides of his head, our eyes locking as I shake and quiver helplessly, my soaking pussy tightening around his finger in rhythmic bursts.

The world blurs, then I collapse back onto the bed in a wave of orange sparkling heat, as if my blood were fizzing with lust.

"Easy, Angel." Hux takes hold of my hands, removing them from his head and placing them at my side. He wraps the blanket around me, cuddling my naked body against him. “Wow. You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you come."

"I…" I can't make sense of all these feelings. Like we're connected. Like we were meant to be.

…But also like I'm afraid of anything that goes this smoothly.

My hand skims slowly down his chest until I reach his belt, but he grabs my wrist.

"That is one hundred percent off the menu tonight," he says with a chuckle. "But you’re staying so I can make you breakfast in the morning, right?"

I blink. He only wants to pleasure me for now? "Sure."

A few minutes later, Hux slides into bed with me, wearing boxer briefs that leave precious little to the imagination. It's not just the massive bulge in the front. It's the toned ass. Muscular thighs. Every part of him is the rugged mountain man I imagined.

Snuggling into his thick arms, I fall asleep almost immediately, wondering if tomorrow we can explore a bit more.

Oh, who am I kidding? A lot more.