Page 92 of Sundown Somewhere

His free hand snakes between us, thumb finding my clit with ease. It doesn’t take much—a few swirls of the rough pad of the digit and I’m done.

“Faaaaaa…”

Fireworks explode around us, my whole body shaking as my climax rips through me. Flashes of technicolor fill the backs of my eyelids, clouding my vision. The only things I can focus on are the pleasure racking my body and Hux’s roar punctuating it as his own orgasm strikes.

Yanking me closer, his fingers dig into my skin, the mix of pleasure and pain dancing through me, conflicting with the heat radiating off of Hux. I collapse into him, my heart racing, our heavy breaths mingling.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Hux asks after a long silence.

I push up, resting my head in my hand. “What?”

“Cook for you.”

Cook for me? What the…

“Huxley Hayes, it’s a sin to lie!” I playfully scold, giving him a shove.

He laughs, yanking me into him. I snuggle in, resting my head on his chest, sighing as the thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat takes over.

“I mean it. I think it could be fun if I made you dinner. Not always. Maybe just once. It’ll probably suck, but…” He lifts a shoulder, moving my head with it, and I can’t help but smile.

“How about I walk you through how to do it?”

“I can cook.”

I glance up at him, scrunching my nose. “Can you though?”

“I can! I’m damn good on the grill; you know that.”

“The grill is not cooking.”

Hux lets out a huff, moving so quick you’d think he was the Flash, scooping me up out of bed.

“That’s it, we’re going to the kitchen so I can prove you wrong!”

I giggle. “We’re naked!”

“So?”

Hux starts toward the door, stopping abruptly as Gus’s voice calls out.

“Hey, y’all home?”

I try to hold back another giggle, but it doesn’t work. Instead, my heart melts and I think I fall for Hux a little more, the realization that I want this to be my weekend every weekend hitting me.

Which also scares the fuck out of me.

“Yeah. Be right down,” Hux calls out. “Okay, so not naked.”

Depositing me on the ground, Hux kisses me sweetly, looking disappointed.

“Next time,” he says, as if it’s a promise.

I nod, a lump forming in my throat. One made up of three very important words, blocked by a sudden unnamed fear.

All of which we’re going to ignore.

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