Page 32 of Bound by Wreckage
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Carsyn
Ava Smith.That’s my new name and each time either Sharon or Gunny said it, it took me longer than it should’ve to respond.
Gunny and Sharon insisted that we stay and eat dinner with them. They are funny and kind. I can see the level of trust Nox has withthem just from their interactions. Therefore, I’ll trust them as well, even if I keep my guard up a bit.
We lay on the bed, my head on Nox’s chest listening to his heartbeat. He has some movie calledDeadpoolplaying, and it’s funny in a twisted sort of way.
The steadiness of his heart and the way his hand moves up and down my arm relaxes me. My eyes close, and sleep takes me under.
I wake up in a fog, the sleep not wanting to leave me. Sun shines through the slit in the curtain, and the hard body I fell asleep on isn’t in the bed. The shower runs in the bathroom, and I let out a gust of air. I’m not sure how I’m going to do this after he leaves, and I know it’s going to be soon.
My heart cracks at the thought. These last couple of days have been the best ofmy life. It’s a freedom that never existed for me. Of all the people in the world to be with right now, it would be Nox. I’m going to make the most of the time we have together. Enjoy it and feel for once in my life.
Nox steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his hips and is hair a wet, sexy mess. The tattoos of roses and what looks like a castle is on his arms and are so pronouncedover his dark skin. Each of them so well defined. Nothing like what I’ve seen. My heart thumps, and my belly starts to spasm.
“Hey, you’re up.” The casualness of his tone makes me think we’ve done this a thousand times before. And believe me, if we had, I’d remember.
“Yeah.” He smiles knowingly at the breathiness of my tone, and I can’t blame him. He’s got a spell around him or something.It’s this magnetism that just pulls me to him. If I could, I’d keep him all for myself forever and ever. But that’s not what life is throwing at me.
He grabs a pair of jeans and puts them on in front of me, his underwear covering him already. He’s hot. Like mega super on fire in the depths of a volcano hot. So much so, he should be illegal.
Sweat beads my skin as flashes hit me allat once. Arousal isn’t something I’m familiar with because none of my sexual encounters were of my own free will. Yes, I did some just to get them over with and stopped fighting, but that doesn’t mean I wanted them.
Being turned on has never been in my vocabulary because I was never anything but a toy. A plastic doll would have more arousal than me.
But I feel it between my legs,warm and slick with tingles racing around like bees ready to attack.
“Hey, you okay?” Nox stands right in front of me and as I look up, his gorgeous brown eyes sparkle back at me. They have specks of gold in them that flicker every once in a while. Sucking in my lip, I shake all the thoughts out.
“I’m good. I’m going to take a shower.”
He doesn’t move out of my way; instead,he gets right in it. Our bodies are so close the smell of soap tickles my nostrils. His bare chest is all I see, and my hands itch to reach out and touch it.
Nox’s hand comes to the side of my face as I jerk up to look at him. The touch is so tender that something inside me opens. His finger traces along my bottom lip.
Breaths won’t come.
Time stands still.
The earthfreezes on its axis.
Fire burns in his gaze. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“What?” I whisper, wanting desperately for him to kiss me, but terrified at the same time. Kissing has always been a job or chore. Enjoyment was never part of it.
Nox leans down and brushes his lips over mine, then looks down at me hunger burning brightly. “Is that okay?”
Nodding is all I cando because shock has made my feet and tongue unable to move.
“Good,” he says softly, coming back down to me.
This time he full on kisses me, my hands coming to his hips for support. This is bad, but it’s so good. One time. I get this one time to feel something other than hurt and betrayal.
I’m being selfish because I’m taking it.
Our lips dance as if we’ve done thisforever and we know what each other likes. He grips the back of my head positioning me exactly where he needs me. His kisses are not forced, they are leisurely as if he has all the time in the world with me.
