Chapter Fifteen
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Rylie waited for himto answer.
Her eyes roved over the straining muscles of his chest and the bulging ones of his arms. His wounds were white and healing—a stark contrast against his blue skin.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispered and hoped.
The air was thick between them, making it harder to breathe. It was pervasive. The hands on her back and leg twitched and yet she couldn't tear her gaze away from his mouth.
“Then kiss me,” his voice low and authoritative. It made her body flush.
“I want to do more than kiss you,” she added quickly, leaning in before he could respond. Netto didn't move as she pressed her lips to his, he didn’t push her away.
It was softer and sweeter than their first kiss. She kissed his bottom lip; it was thick and soft between her own and she couldn't help but nip it between her teeth. It tasted of salt and something more that she couldn't describe, possibly metal forged-in-fire or well-used machinery. It was Netto and she became addicted.
Rylie moved in his lap until she straddled him, rising up onto her knees so she could get closer to his face. As she continued to brush her lips against his, her hands slid up his arms and over the long length of his shoulders to cup his neck.
Netto remained still beneath her except for his hands, which settled on her hips. She wanted to move on top of his groin and she knew he wanted to press her there, but neither of them took that next step.
He was taut, the muscles in his thighs hardened, his biceps expanded. The restrained power he radiated should’ve concerned her, should’ve slowed her down, but she didn’t want to stop. Rylie wanted to retake the moment they had shared with their first kiss and reclaim it, she trusted him to control his strength.
So she kissed him and kissed him some more and kissed him until it wasn't enough. Rylie wished she had the same courage as her sister, the self-assurance of the siren.
Netto's hand moved up her back as she continued to peck his lips with tiny kisses of her own. He grabbed her hair and the prickles of her scalp sent shockwaves of lust straight to her apex. She gasped as his hold on her strengthened and the heat between them grew closer to that place where all control was lost. She felt in charge.
She felt empty and needy and small. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath. The air did nothing to fill her. Nothing would be enough to fill her but the dangerously sweet Cyborg she straddled.
“I want more.” She slowly moved her hands to his chest, watching him, waiting for his response.
“How much more?” The emptiness inside of her blazed and it made her hungry. Netto glanced down at her lips and his nostrils flared. Rylie shuffled a little closer against him, the tight swim trunks he wore not loose enough to hide the rising bulge of his erection between them.
She swallowed her pride—her embarrassment—and answered him. “I want you inside of me,” she whispered. “I don't want to be a virgin anymore.”
His fingers dug into her sides, the barriers of clothing between them the only thing stopping her from continuing.
She wished she could know everything that was going through his head. She knew he wanted her, if his erection was any indication. She wished she knew howmuchhe wanted her. If his want equaled her own.
“I'm too big. There would be pain. We’re not compatible.” Rylie glanced down at his erection between them and shook her head.
“I want to try anyway.” She would beg if she had to. “First time’s going to be painful regardless of who it is. I want it to be with you.”
“Why?” His hands cupped her cheeks and he guided her gaze back to his.
“Because you want me,” she answered truthfully.
