Page 75 of Sundown Somewhere

That’s all the permission Hux needs, capturing my mouth in a hot, punishing kiss. One that I get lost in too easily. My hands grasp at his side, slipping up under his tee. Hot skin greets my fingertips, as I run them along the ridges of his muscles, wanting so much to feel him against me. To feel him.

“Lift.”

His command catches me off guard, pulling me out of the moment and away from him. His hazel eyes have gone dark, holding me in place, and I swallow hard, frozen as a wave of lust crashes into me.

“Lift,” he repeats, tapping my hip.

I look down, realizing that he’s undone my jeans. I lift up, licking my lips as he yanks my jeans and panties down in a single move. Coolness hits my backside as I lower myself again, but I don’t care—I’m too transfixed on the man currently lowering himself between my legs, spreading them.

Sucking in a breath, the need to feel self-conscious flits across my brain. But it’s shut down as fast as it appears. Because even like this, naked from the waist down, spread wide and on display on my own service counter, there’s no need for that. Not when Hux is looking at me like I’m the main course.

“Fuck…this beautiful pussy…”

Dragging a single finger through my wetness, Hux lazily circles my clit, avoiding direct contact. I suck in a breath, the initial contact so amazing it’s making me crave more. He does it again, still avoiding my clit, but this time slipping his finger inside me for a split second before pulling it out and lifting it to his mouth.

“So sweet,” he mutters, sucking me off himself. “Almost as good as those cinnamon rolls. Almost. Think I need a taste straight from the source.”

Slowly, deliberately, he runs his tongue up my pussy from entrance to clit, this time not avoiding the bundle of nerves calling his name.

“Hux!”

I scream, my head flying backward and eyes flying shut. Forget hot to trot, I’m now at an all-out run, my desire turned up to eleven, needing nothing more than to come. Hux knows it too.

He repeats his move, this time pausing at my entrance, toying with me, lapping up as much of me as he can. Heaven above, I can’t take much more.

I whimper, unable to do much else. I need to come. I need that release. Turning his focus to my clit, Hux nibbles and sucks, knowing exactly what I want. Exactly what is going to get me there. I fall backward, my vision going hazy as he slides two fingers into me, tapping at my G-spot. And that’s it. I’m soaring.

My hands fly to the back of his head, fingers weaving into his hair, and I lose control. I scream, or at least I try, holding on to him for dear life as he doubles down, fluttering his tongue against me, humming, and sending vibrations straight to my soul. Fireworks explode behind my eyes, wave after wave of sheer intensity streaming through me.

All on my lunch counter.

Grasping at Hux, I yank up my body, allowing him to pull us upright. I kiss him harder—maybe harder than I ever have—ready to return the favor.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” I tell him, my very empty threat sounding almost humorous.

“You think so, huh?” he counters.

“I do.”

I reach for his pants, but he stops me, grabbing my wrist. Shaking his head, he presses a kiss to my palm, then to my forehead.

“I’ve got a meeting I have to get to. But hold on to that thought, beautiful. I’ll see you at dinner, and then…you’re going to be dessert.”

Another shudder rips through me. If I thought I was ready to go, well…fuck.

“So you’re just going to leave me here like this, all wanton and wet?”

Eyeing me up and down, he smirks. “Such a pretty sight.”

Slipping his fingers inside me again, he kisses me and swallows my whimper as he removes them just as quickly. Fucking tease.

“One for the road,” he tells me, holding up his hand and then licking his fingers.

Fuck me…

“Troublemaker!” I call out, leaning backward to watch him walk away.

“It’s why you love me.”