was a temptation she didn’t need—at least not right now. Frustratingly, there were bigger issues than breaking her dry spell, even if it was with the man of her dreams.
“Yes,” Axis answered with a nod, a mischievous smile on his lips as he watched her.
Ever since she’d pulled him by the arm—giving it a squeeze to better remember later, when she was alone—to the corner of the room for their discussion, he’d been giving her strange looks she couldn’t decipher. She couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, and it was driving her bonkers. Was he upset with her because they were in this mess? Was he upset with Clicky? Had her surprisingly talkative little friend said anything other than the husband stuff she’d blabbed about? How she’d pictured him naked, perhaps? Or worse? Had he spilled the proverbial tea, and if so, how much of it?
“Hmmm,” she hummed, tapping a finger against her lips. The little smiles Axis kept giving her were throwing her off. Nova wanted to hold out hope that her little alien buddy hadn’t told him everything, but considering her bad luck, it was a long shot. She’d done nothing but run her mouth since he'd rescued her under the belief that he couldn’t understand one single word she was saying. Now that she knew that wasn’t the case, she was mortified. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to look him in his little bug eyes again. Nova had gone on and on about Axis to the point that it was beyond embarrassing.
The panic she could feel twirling in her stomach was cringingly similar to how she felt in middle school when her crush had picked up a note she’d passed to a friend. This was much, much worse though. Her middle school note had been innocent and sweet, the type of shit a thirteen-year-old girl would gush about when they talked about the boy they liked. Those days were filled with innocent lipsmacker kisses and pretending her crush was the pillow she practiced kissing at night.
The one-sided gabfest she’d had with Clicky had been the exact opposite. The verbal porn that had come out of her mouth had been a product of a horny, almost thirty-year-old whose sole pussy companion for the past few years prior to getting spacenapped had been her vibrator. A cheap one at that. She hadn’t held anything back as she described in vivid detail everything they’d done in her dreams. Her words had been graphic, to say the least, and although she was pretty sure he still didn’t understand what “slob on his knob” meant, she was mortified that she’d said that out loud for someone else to hear. Halla and Kalla hadn’t even gotten some of the gritty details she’d outlined to her hissing, clicking buddy.
The last thing she needed was Clicky spilling the beans about the torch she was carrying for the beefcake in front of her. Knowing he’d understood her in the first place was beyond mortifying enough without thinking about the possibility of him telling Axis all her secrets. Just the thought made her feel as if she were about to hyperventilate. She literally wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
“Anything else?” she asked, trying to keep her voice as nonchalant as possible. Please say no. Please say no.
“He keeps insisting it was your idea,” he added, his deep voice doing all sorts of wicked things to her insides as he moved even closer to lean one arm against the wall above her shoulder.
“Oh?” Nova couldn’t stop the sigh that slipped out of her mouth when his arms bulged with the action. She knew some ladies loved tight abs or a nice round ass, but it was always the arms that did it for her. Large biceps and sinewy forearms like the prime specimen leaning above her at this very moment were the highlights of her favorite clit-flick sessions. It was as if she’d built her own personal Phaeton and he’d come to life in front of her.
The Phaetons she’d seen on TV and in the pamphlets they’d handed out at the intake center had been large and commanding, but this guy was something else. Axis was gigantic; his form rippled with muscles she wanted to touch and squeeze. Not only that, but he was insanely tall, towering over her where he leaned against the wall. She hadn’t realized she had a thing for tall guys, but judging by the state of