scorching heating pad of a chest with the silky blue fuzz covering his body. My hands are on his pectorals and he’s hard all over, which is fascinating and makes my girl parts sit up and pay attention.
“I will make it good for you,” he says in a gruff voice. “Tell me how you like to be pleasured and I will do it.”
His confusing words jerk me right back to reality. “Wait, no, I was telling you to fuck off, not that I want to fuck.”
He tilts his head, and it’s clear to me that he doesn’t understand the distinction. Heck, with every moment he touches me, I’m starting to lose track of the distinction, too. He’s all muscly and sexy and warm and gosh, it really has been a while since I’ve had sex.
Actually, it’s been a while since someone has touched me at all. I’ve been so isolated and alone out here, and Lila’s occupied with her new man and I’ve felt…discarded.
I sure don’t feel discarded right now, not with Hassen’s glowing eyes burning into mine.
Slowly, regretfully, I give him another shove and push back, moving away from him. “I’m not having sex with you. That was a figure of speech.”
He frowns. “Fig-yuur of speesh? I do not understand—”
“It means I was saying something you took the wrong way.”
“What did you mean, then?”
“I meant you are being rude and annoying.”
He huffs at that. “Then why did you demand that I fuck you?”
Okay, seriously. The arousal I felt at touching him is quickly disappearing behind irritation once more. “I. Didn’t .” I grit out each word. “I was trying to tell you that I can do what I want. I don’t need to ask anyone if I feel like hunting. You don’t, right?”
Hassen gives me a puzzled look. “Why do you want to hunt?”
“Because I am bored. I am so damn bored .” I sling the bow back over my shoulder, irritated. “The other girls in the cave are all busy with raising babies or making babies. Everyone else is out hunting or gathering or whatever the hell it is you people do. Even my sister won’t let me join her because I’m too damn fat and out of shape.” I’m still stinging over that one. Since coming to the ice planet, I’ve been shedding inches like crazy because of all the physical activity. I thought I was actually looking pretty svelte, so to hear that I’m considered a burden hurts.
No, scratch that. It makes me angry. No one’s giving me a fair shake on this planet, all because I was a little temperamental when I found out my sister was stolen.
Hassen reaches out and straightens the bow on my shoulder, pushing one side back that probably would have jabbed me in the eye if I turned to the left. “I understand.”
That isn’t what I expected to hear from the big, muscly jerk that stole my sister and just tried to make out with me. “You do?”
“I understand boredom.” He gestures at the endless snowy hills around us, his face hard. “You think I do not get bored with no one to talk to? Hunting day in and day out with barely a word spoken to another? You think I do not long for company around the fire at night? I would gladly take Taushen’s snoring over the silence of being alone.”
“I…oh.” I suddenly don’t know what to say. That sounds awful, and yet at the same time, I can’t believe I’m having feelings of sympathy toward the douche that stole my sister. Because I know what it’s like to be ignored. I know what it’s like to feel like everyone in the world is against you. I know what it feels like to be on the outside and wanting desperately to be accepted.
I just didn’t think I’d be feeling kinship towards Hassen . I’ve been told over and over again that Lila was never in danger with him, that he only stole her because he wanted to take care of her and mate with her, but I’ve been holding on to a lot of damn anger over that, regardless. He tried to force her hand, and that was not cool.
But now I’m also seeing another layer below ‘cocky jerkbag.’