The Determined Hero (The Lost Planet Series Book 7) by K Webster & Nicole Blanchard

Author:K Webster & Nicole Blanchard [Webster, K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-16T18:30:00+00:00

9

Quinn

Eight Solars Left

He sleeps.

Finally.

I guess it wasn’t so hard after all. Well, some things weren’t. I blush even though there’s no one to see me doing it. No one awake anyway.

I study Oz, my mate, like I used to before I let everyone know I was awake. Back when it was the two of us and no one else. No imminent threats or weapons to build. In this moment, the universe shrinks to the two of us. And I realize as long as it’s the two of us against the world, then we can conquer anything.

Even the end of it.

While he rests, I memorize every part of him. It’s no wonder he spends nights looking at me. I’m tempted to do the same. Starting with his too-long slicked back hair. During the day he pulls it back into the sexiest little ponytail. Sometimes I want to let it down and run my hands through it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. It’s softer. The dark tracery of veins forms a map beneath his skin, the slightest blue-black shadow.

Grease streaks mar his otherwise perfect brow and dot his high, slashing cheekbones. He always seems to be covered in grease from working, no matter how many showers he takes. Kind of like how I always have a tablet stylus behind my ear or twisted up in my hair or a spider resting on my shoulder.

Food and rest erased some of the gaunt lines from the hollows in his cheeks. I’d love to keep him in bed for another few days, really give him time to restore and recuperate, but I know we don’t have that kind of time left. Eight solars, a little over a week.

A little over a week until I could lose everything I’ve gained.

We won’t let that happen.

We can’t.

Ignoring my thoughts, I refocus back on Oz. My hands trace down the wall of his muscular chest and he shifts beneath my touch, turning to me, even in sleep. I love how he needs me, wants me, as much as I want him. Maybe more. It’s a novel concept, one I can get used to. From there, my hand moves to his abdomen, ridged with firm muscle underneath his unblemished skin.

“Not that I’m complaining,” comes his sleep-roughened voice, “but if you’re trying to pet me into sleep, it’s having the opposite effect.”

I glance down, my throat going dry. His cock is hard, mere inches away from my hand. That hadn’t been the goal, but I’m not going to complain. Not when I know what it feels like to have him deep inside me.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, trying to focus and doing a terrible job of it. My hand grasps his cock of its own accord.

“Right now, I’m feeling rekking great.”

“How did you sleep?” These questions are important. He was practically delusional last night, but I can’t make myself stop touching him. He feels too good.

“Well enough. I’m not thinking about sleep right now, Whisper.”

I swallow hard as he flips me into the bed and pins me.

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