Page 31 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
“Listen, Rosie.” He drops his big hands on my shoulders, stilling my movements. “I like you.”
It’smybig brain’s time to stutter. That rising panic in my chest is back. It’s probably because he’s standing stark naked in front of me. And if I thought he was impressive last night, in the pale light of morning, Vance is hypnotizing. Unlike the boys I dated or banged in the past, he’s full-grown. Dick and all.
His muscles are filled out in a way that speaks of experience and maturity. I want to reach out and see my pale hand sweep along his darker skin. Caress each ridge and tweak each peak.
But I don’t.
Instead, I snort, trying to act unaffected as I shake off his hands to unhook my bra strap from the corner of the mirror. “What are you, twelve?” I slide the hot pink lace into my back pocket.
He lets out a long-suffering sigh, running a hand down his face. “Can you stop being a smart ass for five seconds?”
Tilting my head, I pretend to contemplate the question. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”
He steps closer, his hard-on still raging and now less than an inch from my waist. “As I was saying, Ilikeyou. And since you were willing to go a second round with me, I’d say you don’t dislike me.” He waits, keeping eye contact.
I purse my lips. “True, but considering that last night I gave you the third and fourth helpings you wanted, I thought this”—I wave my hand between us, the back of my hand making contact with his chest—"was over.”
“Do you want it to be over?” He cups my shoulders once more.
My mouth stays shut. Because even though the throbbing between my thighs and the handsome, imploring man before me makes me want to say no, I’m smart enough to know the answer should be yes.
His thumbs graze my collarbone. “We have fun together.”
I grunt noncommittally as the unintentional barb hits home.Fun.
Then Vance kisses me.
I have no idea how long we stand there kissing, but when he finally slows the kiss, leaning back to meet my eyes, the light coming in from the windows is much brighter than when we started.
His lush lashes fall heavy over his dark eyes, still hazy with lust. “Be with me until I leave on my next mission.”
He says nothing more. Just waits me out.
Mentally I shake my fist at him for knowing silence is my enemy.
Finally, I speak—slow and wary. “Are you thinking of like… a friends with bennies situation?”
“Yeah.” His ab muscles tighten, and I’m pretty sure he is trying not to laugh. “Friends with bennies.”
My lips twitch in spite of myself. Fucker.
But as adorably vexing as he is right now laughing at my particular vernacular, he is also a tall, dark drink of orgasms.
I glance down, confirming the impressiveness of his cock. Yep, ready and waiting.
“So…” I say to his dick. “This is temporary?”
“Yep. I’ll be going up to the ISS in a few months, so why don’t we just…” He waggles his eyebrows when I look up at him.
“Oh my God.” I laugh. “You look like a lecherous old man when you do that.”
“But a hot lecherous old man, right?” He waggles them some more.
Laughing harder, the fight drains out of me. He’s fun. And apparently thinks I am too. So why shouldn’t I enjoy this? It’s not like I have anything else to do. My friends are all in the honeymoon phase of their relationships. I have time to figure out what I need to do next. What Iwant.
And while I figure that out, I’ll have sex until my clit falls off from overuse.
Sounds like a good time to me.
