Page 17 of 3 Secrets to Love
“Sorry.” He pushed off the railing and turned away. “I guess I just got used to having you by my side, and it feels weird with you over there. But I’ll be fine. I’ll get over it.”
“No.” I leaned over the railing toward him. “I mean, I feel the same way. But I don’t think we’re allowed to leave our rooms. Aren’t there guards in the hallway?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess, but I could help you over here. Or I could climb over there.”
I paused, considering whether I wanted to get caught in his room or get caught with him in my room.
“Or maybe I’m being too presumptuous.”
“No.” I reached toward him. “Help me over.” My sister was going to chastise me when she found out, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be with Phalon, only I didn’t know in what definition.
When I climbed to the edge of the railing, he grabbed my hands and helped me leap over to his balcony. And when he held me against his chest, I nuzzled against him while my body hummed with both excitement and nervousness.
He let go but reached for my hand and guided me into his suite. It wasn’t any different from mine, just the opposite layout. “Have you eaten?” he asked.
“Yeah.” When he dropped my hand, I worried I’d made a mistake in going over to his room where he had one bed, a bed with ruffled sheets where he looked like he’d already been sleeping. Or tried to.
“Wanna watch a movie?” He picked up the controller for the large comm screen on the wall.
“Sure, I guess.” I didn’t understand why I couldn’t act normal around him when we’d just spent so much time together, including being confined to a shack where I’d slept on his lap for an entire night.
He climbed onto the bed and on the side closest to the door, positioned a pillow between his back and the headboard. Then he patted the space beside him. “Come here. You know I don’t bite.”
For some reason, my heart fluttered at his words even though I think he said it to get me to stop being so uptight. Then I worried about what I was doing to make it so obvious I was nervous and how that would make him feel, considering I’ve known him for many star cycles and never had a reason to be jittery around him. Stars, I needed to stop thinking all together and just get on the bed.
When I sat on the mattress, I sunk in more than I expected and ended up falling back onto his lap. After glancing up at himin horror, I quickly sat up and tried to get comfortable on the other side without making myself out to be more of a fool.
Though I still heard the brief chuckle from Phalon. “I guess I use a softer mattress setting than you do.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Fixing on the best smile I could muster, I tried not to think about how close my head had been to his penis. And how he didn’t seem troubled at all by that fact.
After turning on the comm screen, Phalon set the controller between us. “So, what do you want to watch? Any particular genre you prefer?”
A loaded question, considering anything with romance in it might lead to feelings I really didn’t want to think about, and scary movies could cause me to tuck into Phalon to feel safe next to him. “I…I don’t know. You pick?”
“Hmm.” He flicked through the choices and stopped on a space thriller that I hadn’t seen yet, but I had met the lead actor, Halen Filupay, for one of my wish fulfilments. “This one okay?” he asked after the trailer had finished.
I nodded. “Sure.” Though that was when my eyes started to get heavy and I felt myself drifting off.
When I woke up, I was warm, but realized I wasn’t in the same position. Instead, I’d moved closer to Phalon, to the point I rested my head on his chest, and he had his arm around me. I didn’t know if it would be more awkward to pull away or to snuggle closer. I chose not to move at all, but he must have known I’d woken.
He reached up and brushed the hair off my forehead. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah.” Glancing up at him, I paused when my gaze landed on his lips. The memory of his kisses, of having my legs wrapped around him ignited a fire in my belly that traveled quickly out to the tip of each limb. It made my brain think of only one thing: how to get Phalon to kiss me again.
In a surprise move, Phalon rolled me onto my back and lay beside me as he stroked his knuckles along the side of my face. Then, as if he’d read my mind, he leaned closer until his lips were on mine, touching, prodding, and tasting. The flames within me intensified as I breathed him in.
Hovering over me, he brushed his fingers down my side but paused just under the hem of my shirt. “Can I?”
Struggling to catch my breath after the kiss, I couldn’t respond other than to nod. Though I’d never done anything more than kiss anyone, no part of me wanted Phalon to stop.
Biting the edge of my shirt with his teeth, he pulled it up to expose my breasts. He’d probably seen so many since becoming a racer, but he caressed mine as if they were only pair that mattered. With his eyes staring into mine, he circled his thumbs around my pert nipples before leaning down to lick then suck them.
I bucked my hips, the sensation foreign but I didn’t want him to stop. He worked his hands up and down my body, prying out desires I’d never felt before. One second, he kissed my lips, then his mouth was low on my stomach. I could barely breathe, barely think.
He paused again as he fingered the waist of my sleep shorts. “Do you want to keep going?”
That’s when the voices of all my siblings invaded my mind to warn me against sleeping with a space racer. As much as my body craved more from him, I couldn’t get their words out of my head.
