Page 37 of Stealing the Star Stone
She stroked the braid.“I struggled.They cut off chunks.”
“Same,” he said.
“How’s your wound?”she asked.
“Healing…normally.”He smirked, but it faded.“Think we can do this?”
“We have no choice but to succeed.”She rubbed her nose across the pillow, hiding her expression.“This wasn’t on my bingo card for this year.”
He chuckled.“I didn’t see this one coming, either.”He ran his fingers from her cheek to the jawline.
She swatted his hand away.“Quit it.You know how much touching affects your…appendage.”
“It does?”He arched a brow.
She had no clue how to fight this attraction, blaming his body instead of her lack of control.He smothered a smirk.Women didn’t need to worry about unexpected reactions to stimuli.Her ignorance could be entertaining.He stilled.Since meeting her, he had to admit, he hadn’t been bored, even with nothing to do in the cabin.Sure, he’d spent the time she was away doing a little exercise, but his mind had been active, trying to figure a way out of this while not worrying about what they were doing to her.
He’d like to have said his concern had to do with her inhabiting his body, and for now, he’d pretend that was the case.
She harumphed and offered him her back.
He smiled, wishing he could pull her closer.But he couldn’t be the big spoon, and a cuddle from her was less likely to happen than Orien setting them free.“Night,” he whispered.
She said nothing.
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Day Two.
A scream snapped Eli’s eyes open, and he scrambled off the bed, spinning on the spot to challenge the intruder.No one was in the cabin with them, and the lighting had changed to that of the rising sun, mimicking morning.When his foggy brain cleared, he blinked at a shaken Nova.
“What the fuck is this?”she squeaked, gesturing to her crotch where an impressive hard-on projected prominently.“I didn’t touch it, I swear.”She waved her hands like her palms were innocent.
“Are you sure?”he teased, unable to help himself.
“I need to pee but have this incredible urge to fuck, too.How do you cope with this thing?”
“It’s morning wood.”He sank onto the edge of the bed, adrenaline no longer flooding his system.“It just means you’re desperate to piss.Head to the toilet, and be patient.”
She stomped past him, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
Her pink cheeks alone had lifted his mood.He chuckled.
“I can hear you,” she snapped.“This isn’t funny.”
It sure was.“Think about strangling Orien, and you’ll be good to go.”
A minute later, she was peeing like she’d been holding it in for days.
“Breakfast should be soon,” she said, her words a little muffled by a running tap as she washed her hands.“I’m starving.”
His stomach gurgled on cue.Dinner had been sparce before Orien showed his true colors, again.He crossed the cabin to the closet and sifted through her outfits.Taking off a woman’s underwear was done in the heat of the moment, but putting them on wasn’t turning out to be as much fun.Admittedly, it had only been a day, but he’d changed clothes multiple times, including the shopping spree.Nova was just lucky he had nimble fingers and vast experience.
He grinned.Sure, she’d consider herself ‘lucky.’
“I don’t think I had as much familiarity with my husband’s cock as I do with yours,” she said, striding past him to yank out gray cargo pants and a baby pink T-shirt.
