“You need?” He peered into her eyes.
She scrunched her features and pressed her hands against his chest. “Not this,” she whispered.
“This,” his voice was a soft feather as he scanned her face, “is resting, healing, rebounding and readying for the next move. This is exactly what you need. It’s what I need.”
“The anticipation,” she swallowed again, “is killing me though.”
“Is it?” He smirked.
Elodie pushed. No give. Gunner was like an impenetrable wall. Hewasan impenetrable wall. Even bullets came to a dead stop when they hit his internal frame. She’d seen the smashed balls of metal on the floor. “Stop asking questions that I hate answering. There’s no rhetoricals with you.”
His smile widened.
The heat was suffocating.
She didn’t want him to let her go. Her reflection was clear in his wild eyes and as she gazed at herself through him. Elodie liked being the sole thing he saw. And he reallysawher, the true her, the self that she’d never shown to anyone before. He had from the beginning. She wanted to believe that she filled his space as much as he filled hers.
Gunner dropped down onto his elbows and moved closer, crowding. His teasing smile melted into an unreadable, pinched line. She was trapped and it thrilled her. Becausehetrapped her, captivated her, she was willing.I’m still the only thing he sees.His chest pressed against her own. Elodie dug her nails into his skin, acknowledging the standoff but not pushing him away.
“I didn’t wake you because I liked watching you sleep.” His lips brushed her own. His breathy words sent her stomach into a somersault.
“I shouldn’t like that, but I do... Didyousleep?”
His lips arched back into a smile. “No,” he told her. “I didn’t want to waste a moment.”
Frown. “Waste a moment? Do Cyborgs live forever? Do they age? Either way, you likely have an eternity of moments to waste.”
“Not with you.”
His words gave her pause.
They caught her off guard. She didn’t like the thought that they had moments that could be wasted, meaning that someday they could run out of moments entirely.
It made her want to hold onto this second as long as she could. Like he was apparently trying so hard to do. Sad and wistful. The revelation wasn’t a pleasant one.
She scanned his face, memorizing it.
His nose bumped hers, endearingly, and she wrenched her eyes shut. Her hands loosened on his shoulders to bury into his tousled hair. A thousand irrational thoughts came to mind but she couldn’t manage to open her mouth or find the courage to voice them. Instead, she pulled him closer and mashed her lips to his, choosing to remain shuttered behind the walls of her eyelids.
Gunner shattered her heart as he caressed her mouth open and deepened the kiss. A quiet, subtle, and strange desperation built between them. Elodie hitched up and fought for a breath but it only drowned her further. Her senses filled to the brink with him—the heady sweet sweat, adrenaline-tinged musk, and the rumbling thunder.
His hand gripped the edge of her pants and pushed them down her legs. She untangled herself from them in a rush to bridge the gap. To feel his skin over hers. Her thighs abraded with friction when his were yanked down next and with the blanket still hovering over them both, hiding them from view, Gunner flipped her over onto her front and pressed his weight heavily against her back.
Elodie moved her arms underneath her chest and rested on them as her hands cupped her face. Gunner’s arms appeared on either side of her head.
It was quiet as the head of his cock pushed between her closed cheeks and sought entrance. She lifted her butt as far as he let her to close the distance.
The process was achingly slow, painfully heart-wrenching, and filled her belly with chaotic butterflies.
Gunner found her entrance, dipping in his thick tip in, before rocking back out. Elodie winced despite her essence slicking her skin but he took it slow and she rested into submission.
The delicious smell of his pre-cum soon pooled to join her arousal to lubricate his way. It was intoxicating—drugging as it rolled over her—trapped by the man that shielded her. The scent of heady sex bubbled them in.
His mouth caressed the back of her neck, over her nape, and along her shoulders. She leaned her face harder into her hands and stifled her moans as his cock drove deeper. Tears prickled her eyes from the sudden stretch.
Elodie broke the silence whispering his name.
Gunner’s hair fell across her cheek as he pressed his own mouth alongside hers, whispering her name back. He pushed down until their bodies plastered together. Locked together.Oh. She rubbed the dew on her eyelashes away.
