Chapter Eleven of The Velveteen Tortoise is now available.
“Do you?” Pyx’s voice is all sexy rumbly yet kinda cautiously shaky. “Do you wanna do all of that?”
My eyes—the spineless wimps—are still locked on the workbench. Which means that I catch the trembling in Pyx’s hand as he sets down whatever gear-shaft-looking thingy that he’d been holding.
“Because, you know, Luna,” he says, and it just cuts me when Pyx’s voice sounds like this—uncertain and vulnerable, “I’ll do anything or try anything you wanna do.”
Sex. I wanna do sex with you.
“I…” he exhales heavily again, “really wanna do that, too.”
If you think I’m gonna stumble all over the place, trying to shoving my foot in my mouth because, once again, I’m talking out loud…
Well, you’d be wrong.
When I let my lips off the leash, they freaking race straight to the finish line. So excuse me while I give my subconsciously yammering jabber a hearty high-five for stepping up to the starting line and getting my butt into this race…
…a race to, um, get into Pyx’s pants…
So, yeah. I’m gonna do sex with Pyx because all this…
…the distractions…
…the excuses…
…the stalling…
…needs to be freaking fixed!
I whip my dress over my head. “We’re doing this!”
Turning, I stride over to the stack of pallets in the corner… of the cave…
Why, yes. My freaking cave does have a freaking corner!
‘Oh!’ My shebits purr in approval. ‘She’s serious this time. Just look at our butt. She’s shimmying our butt!’
You bet I’m shaking and baking my backside. This is freaking it! I’m having sex with Pyx. I’m gonna get fully and officially mated so that—
“Don’t move, Luna.”
I freeze.
Caught mid-crawl across the pallets, I’m on my hands and knees…
Writing All Realms of Romance: SFR - PNR - Fantasy 