Until he was so impossibly hard, his cock was angled straight up, dark and veined and throbbing.
She’d moved around his back and was at his other side, lapping at a slice in his bicep, when she stilled. Yeah, she’d just gotten an eyeful of his hard dick.
Gunner’s breathing was ragged, chest pumping, eyes heavy-lidded, and so incredibly close to grabbing his cock and fucking his fist right there in front of her, he had to clench his fingers tight.
“Gunner?”
Her palm rested on his lower back, soft and warm, the other hand sliding across his stomach, making him suck in another breath. “Ignore it.”
“It feels good when I heal you?” she asked, and there was no mistaking the curiosity in her voice.
“Yeah, love, it feels good. I’m tingling all over, and you’re naked and so fucking gorgeous…” Another ragged breath. “Just ignore it, okay?”
He wanted her beyond reason, but not until she was ready. And there was no way she was, not yet, not after the shit she’d been through.
Her hand drifted lower, and he grabbed her wrist with a hiss.
Eyes wide, she looked up at him. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“It’s not that, I promise it’s not that. I’m hard, yes, but I’ll live. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,” he said, voice like gravel.
“Before you left earlier, I wanted to. I wanted to touch you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. Will you let me now?”
He should probably discourage her, should do the right thing, but he needed her so bad, to be closer to her in any way he could. So instead of telling her to leave, to go back to bed, he released her wrist. “You can touch me however you want, love.”
Please, touch me. I need you to touch me.
Her fingers tentatively curled around his length, and Gunner’s hands slapped against the tile in front of him again because his knees were dangerously close to giving out.
She moved then, ducking under his arm so that she was standing between them, right in front of him. Her gaze dipped to what she was doing, sliding up and back, then lifted to his again, searching his face, gauging his reaction to her touch.
He couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips into her soft grip, desperate for more.
She licked her lips. “Am I doing it the way you like it?”
“Tighter…please. Grip me nice and tight.” She did immediately, and he growled under his breath, gasping. “Faster…that’s it.”
He wasn’t going to last long, not this time, not the first time she touched him like this. His gaze moved over her, her soft, round breasts, her nipples tight. The way her stomach trembled, her bare pussy, the way she was clenching her thighs together, then back to her gorgeous eyes.
She was wet for him, aching just as badly now.
“Spread your legs for me, Luna,” he said, or more demanded, but he couldn’t control the rumble to his voice. Thankfully, she did as he asked immediately, proving him right.
He slipped one hand between her thighs and his balls drew up tight. She was slick and hot and perfect.
He leaned in and kissed her sweet mouth as he toyed with her clit, groaning as she kissed him back enthusiastically, while she stroked his cock at the same time.
“Gunner, I need…”
“I’ll get you there.”
“Please,” she said, gripping him tighter, making his damn eyes roll back.
His finger brushed over her tight opening and he almost fucking came. “You feel so good, love.”
“So do you,” she said, huskily. Her hips moved as well. “I feel so…I feel so incredibly empty.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
She was destroying him.
“You want me to slide a finger inside?” he managed.
“Y-yes, I think I’d like that.”
He parted her pussy with his fingers, then gently slid one inside, nice and slow.
She cried out softly and clenched around his finger. That was what finished him off. Gunner growled and hissed and came hard all over Luna’s hand.
He was still recovering from blowing the hell up, but Luna’s needs were more important, giving his female everything she wanted was branded onto his DNA and drove him like nothing else ever had in his long life.
So before he was even done, he dropped to his knees and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. He looked up at her as he slid his finger back inside, watching her eyes as he worked her.
Her hand went to his head, but there was nothing to grab with