“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Then take what you want.”
He guided her down over his cock, groaning as her hot, slick heat began to envelop him. He forced himself to let her set the pace as she slowly sank down over him, inch by delicious inch. When she was fully seated, her bottom resting against his hips, she paused, her eyes closing.
“Gods, you’re so tight,” he groaned.
“Is it too much?”
“Not even close. Look at me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes opened, locking with his, and his chest tightened at the combination of desire and affection he saw in their depths.
“Now ride me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need.
He tightened his grip on her hips, steadying her, as she obeyed, rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
“Harder,” he urged. “Faster.”
She increased her speed, her body moving over his, and her hands came up to caress her breasts, tugging at her nipples. The sight of her touching herself was almost his undoing, and he clenched his teeth, trying to hold back.
“Come for me, Cass. Come on my cock.”
Her movements became more frantic, and her body began to quiver.
“Help me,” she begged, and he took over, thrusting up into her, his hands digging into her flesh as he fucked her hard and fast.
She cried out his name as she came, her inner walls pulsing around him and triggering his own release, a white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.
She collapsed against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and he held her close, stroking her back as their breathing slowed.
“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to walk after that,” she mumbled against his skin.
He found himself smiling, filled with a carefree happiness he hadn’t felt in years. “I’m not sure I want you to.”
“Very funny. Now help me down.”
“No, I have a better idea.”
“What?”
He carried her into the small hygiene unit. “I’m going to clean us both up, then take you to bed and get you dirty all over again.”
“What about analyzing the lichen?”
“The lichen is nothing. This is everything.”
“Yes, it is,” she whispered, and kissed him again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cass woke to the gentle hum of the station’s environmental systems and the warmth of Zach’s body beside her. The narrow bunk forced them to sleep tangled together, his cybernetic arm draped protectively across her waist. He didn’t really need to sleep, but he always insisted on going to bed with her. He’d put himself into a rest state and his relaxed face looked completely human.
Four days had passed since the creature had destroyed itself. Four days that could have felt claustrophobic, trapped together in the small station, but instead, they’d fallen into a comfortable rhythm. Days spent monitoring sensors and analyzing data, nights spent learning each other’s bodies, sharing stories of their lives before Mars. She’d told him about growing up in the shadow of brilliant parents, never quite measuring up. He’d shared more about his military service, the friends he’d lost, the reasons he’d volunteered for the cyborg program.
His eyes opened suddenly, instantly alert in that way that still startled her.
