“What’s so funny?”
“You. Do you really think I’d even consider going down there without you?”
He pulled her closer, and she didn’t resist, settling easily against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“I’m not sure I’m cut out to have a bodyguard,” she teased.
“Then you should get used to it.”
“Don’t worry. I know I couldn’t have faced that creature on my own. I’m not stupid.”
“No, you’re not. You’re brilliant and beautiful and amazing,” he said, turning her hand over to run his fingers over the delicate skin of her wrist.
Her breath caught, her eyes darkening, and he suddenly had a hard time remembering why he wasn’t kissing her.
“And so are you,” she said, the words soft, and his chest ached.
She started to stand, but he pulled her onto his lap instead. Her lips parted, but whatever she’d been about to say was lost in the kiss.
When they finally broke apart, both gasping, he rested his forehead against hers. “I can’t think straight around you. I’m not even sure what the hell I’m doing anymore.”
“Is that a bad thing?” she whispered.
“Maybe. For me. But not for you. Not for someone who should have more than a cyborg.”
The words came out more bitterly than he intended and she pulled back, her expression troubled. “I would say I don’t need more but that implies that you’re less, and you’re not, Zach. You’re so much more.”
He couldn’t find the words to answer her, so he kissed her again. She responded eagerly, her lips parting under his as her hands slid around his neck. Her tongue danced along his, and he groaned, deepening the kiss.
His body reacted instantly, his cock stiffening against her ass, and a bolt of lust shot through him. He needed her naked. Now.
“Take off the coverall,” he ordered.
“You’re so bossy,” she teased breathlessly, but she stood obediently and stripped off the garment, leaving her naked except for her panties. She started to move back into his arms, but he held her at arm’s length for a moment so he could look ather. Her cheeks turned pink but she didn’t flinch away from his avid gaze.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “So fucking perfect.”
He lifted her up onto the kitchen table, then pulled her panties off, tossing them carelessly aside.
“Lie back,” he instructed, and she did, her legs hanging off the edge of the table. He knelt between them, his eyes fixed on her pretty little pussy, already flushed pink.
“What are you going to do?”
“Taste you. Devour you. Pleasure you.” He bent his head and kissed her, inhaling her sweet scent. Her back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“More,” she whispered.
“As much as you want,” he promised, his tongue sliding along her folds, licking and teasing.
She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. He chuckled, nipping at the swollen bud of her clit. She whimpered, her hips lifting, and he slipped two fingers inside her. She was hot and tight and wet, and the need to bury himself inside her grew.
He focused on her clit, sucking gently, his fingers pumping in and out of her. She cried out, her body shuddering, and he kept going, drawing out her pleasure and savoring the way she responded to him.
“Are you still sore?” he asked when her body went limp.
“No,” she gasped, reaching for him.
He quickly freed his erection, too impatient to remove the rest of his clothes, then lifted her over him. He held her suspended over his throbbing erection as he teased each nipple with his tongue, loving the way she moaned, the sound needy and desperate.
