Page 49 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“Hi,” he says, cupping the side of my face with his hand.
It seems stupid to be introducing ourselves again after we both just boned each other silly. But it also feels right. As if we didn’t truly know each other until now.
My fingertips stir through the sparse dark hair dusting his pecs while I hold his gaze. “Hi.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, the lines around his eyes crinkling as it grows.
He is so beautiful.
I rub that spot on my chest again.
Fourteen
Sixes and Sevens
HOLT
Around four in the morning,after another round of hot sex, some dozing and a surprising amount of cuddling, Jules sends me downstairs for the coveted Florentini pizza and beer.
“In here, dude.”
I pause on the way back to my room where I left her, naked and hungry, to find her back in the guest room she’d commandeered on arrival. Still naked though, so that’s something.
“What are you doing in here?”
Her smirk is in full affect. “Please, I saw the way you paled like a virgin in a sex shop when I said I wanted pizza in bed. I figured your neat-freak tendencies won’t allow you to eat in your bed without breaking into hives.”
I place the pizza box and six-pack on the nightstand, trying not to grin like a moron at her being so considerate. “I’m not that bad.”
An eyeroll is the only answer she gives before moving the box onto the bed and opening it. I will never admit it, but when the bottom of the box hit the bedspread, my eye did twitch. Thankfully, she was too busy inhaling the pizza with her eyes closed to see it.
“Oh my God.” She lets out her breath. “That is so good.”
I shake my head. It’s still a novelty seeing her in playful mode instead of kickass. “I didn’t think to before, but I can go warm it up if you want.”
“You kidding? Cold pizza is the best breakfast.” She shivers and rubs her palms up and down her arms. “But eating it stark naked might be a problem.”
My eye isn’t the only thing twitching at the sight of her breasts swaying with each arm rub. Her nipples are perfect, hard points. “I don’t see any problem with that.”
“Ha. Ha.” She moves to the edge of the bed. “Let me find a shirt.”
I hold out my hand. “Wait right there.”
She quirks her eyebrow at me but stays still, giving me time to walk down to my room and snag my shirt off the floor. By the time I come back, she’s already devoured two whole slices of pizza.
I toss her my flannel. “How is it possible to eat that fast?”
She flips me off, probably because her mouth is too full to say it herself, then shrugs into my shirt. “Mmmm.”
“Is ‘mmmm’ for me or the pizza?” I laugh.
“That ‘mmmm’ is for how good flannel feels against my nipples.”
I try not to choke on my tongue as I take a seat across from her on the bed, putting the pizza box between us to resist searching for said nipples with my mouth.
Comfortable silence surrounds us as we tuck into the food and beer.
“This isn’t really pizza. You know that, right?” I ask her after a bit, eyeing the interesting assortment of toppings on her favorite pie.
