She drew back to look up at him. He was gazing down at her with a dark look that straddled love and obsession—both things that a robot shouldn’t be able to feel. And for her? For scared, strait-laced, timid Ophelia? No one had ever given her a look like that, as though the whole world hinged on her good graces.
“I’m scared.”
His hands cupped her face, thumbs stroking over her cheeks. “You have nothing to fear in this world as long as I am in it.”
“How can you say that?” She pressed her hands over his. “You’re a machine, Sam. An expensive one. Automata is going to come to take you back sooner or later.”
“No one is taking me away from you,” he said with vicious intensity. “I won’t allow it.”
“There’s… something wrong with you, isn’t there? The things you say, the things I’ve seen you do…”
He studied her hard for a moment, his expression inscrutable. Her heart rate picked up, and she fought the urge to squirm under his harsh survey. Had she gone too far? What would a robot with a malfunctioning moral core do to protect itself?
“Would you turn me in if I were defective, Ophelia? Would it offend your delicate sensibilities to know that my existence is illegal?”
She bit her bottom lip. A few days ago, she would have said yes. Now…
“No,” she whispered.
His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile.
“Good girl,” he murmured, a moment before his lips slanted over her own.
When his kisses trailed down her neck, she pushed him away. He made a disapproving sound, frowning at her as he tried to move back in, but she pushed him again, pressing his back against the tile wall of the shower.
“Ophelia,” he said in a warning tone. “I want to touch you.”
“My turn,” she murmured against the column of his throat.
His skin was so perfectly smooth, unblemished by the rasp of stubble she expected. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the water that pooled in the hollow of his throat. Sam slid his hand to the nape of her neck—holding her possessively, but not trying to guide her. He didn’t urge her down the way Logan would have, spoiling the fun of her exploration. No, he stood perfectly still for her, watching in open wonderment as she touched and tasted every inch of him she could reach. He wasn’t blinking or breathing, just staring down at her with an intensity that no human man could ever possess.
When she lowered herself to her knees on the slick tile, he finally sucked in a sharp breath. His cock bobbed in front of her face, begging for attention. She skimmed her hands up histhighs, enjoying the way they jumped and tensed beneath her touch, even knowing it was all some response that had been programmed in a lab.
He hissed when she finally wrapped her hand around him, tensing under her touch. She watched him from beneath her lashes as her hand pumped him. As thick as he was, her fingers didn’t touch.
She added the other hand, working him slowly, learning him. His hand at her nape tightened, but he still didn’t drag her mouth to him. His free hand sank into his hair, pulling at the roots as a muscle jumped in his jaw.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her hands still moving over him.
He blew out a stiff breath, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
“It did not feel like this before,” he said through gritted teeth, twitching his hips toward her.
“Before?”
“In the lab,” he grated, muscles rippling as she paid special attention to his head. “They would make me perform for them with a partner. Testing me. It never felt like this. This is…” He shook his head, brows drawing together. “I cannot describe it.”
The jealousy that speared through her at the thought of him having sex with someone else was ridiculously irrational. He was a pleasure unit; his entire purpose was to fuck other people.
He grinned down at her as though he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“She wasn’t human,” he said, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind her ear. “You’re my first, Ophelia. You’ll be my last.”
Her heart fluttered wildly.
When she sat forward and swallowed him as deeply as she could without choking, his eyes rolled back in his head. Shehummed around him, and he shuddered, that hand at her nape tensing as though he was struggling not to choke her with it.
She pulled off of him with a wet pop, sucking at the head, and his hips chased her. His spit-slicked cock slid along her cheek.
