The Outlaw Cyborg (Cyborgs on Mars #5) - Honey Phillips Page 0,31

what’s going to happen once we reach the lab. I don’t want to miss this chance to be with you.”

“But here? Like this?” Why was he arguing? Because I want her to be sure.

“Yes. You, me, and the desert. Nothing between us.”

He had his clothes off before she finished speaking and stalked towards her. His cock was so hard it was almost vertical, and he shuddered when her small, cold fingers stroked it.

“This is too cold for you. Let me put up the habitat.”

“No.” Her grip tightened as she tried to close her hand around him. “This feels right.”

“Very right,” he agreed, pulling her closer. She came eagerly, even as her fingers whispered over him, increasing his need for her with every touch.

He wanted to take her to the ground, to lay her out before him so that he could see and touch every perfect inch, but the ground was cold and rough. He looked around a little desperately. There. A smooth rock, warmed by the sun, and at the perfect height.

He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him, rubbing the damp heat of her sweet little pussy against his stomach. She couldn’t kiss him through the breathing mask, but she pressed her mouth against him as her hands roamed over him.

When he laid her back on the rock, she went willingly. Her body stretched out in front of him, pale skin gleaming against the dark red stone, like a virgin sacrifice to be offered up to some lucky god. He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, perfect, but she didn’t want to hear the words so he would have to show her instead.

He used his mouth not to praise but to worship, kissing each perfect inch until she was reaching for him with greedy hands.

“Now, John.”

He stroked her delicate folds and teased her small entrance. She was wet, so wet, but she was also tight. Slowly, he reminded himself. He must go slowly. She took one finger, then two, and her hips lifted impatiently. He finally freed his erection, shuddering as her wet heat kissed the head. He jerked forward, unable to help himself, and incredibly, she opened for him, taking him inside the silken grip of her channel. He tore his eyes away from the erotic sight of her small opening stretching around him, checking her face. Her eyes were focused on him, shining with trust.

He bent down over her, wanting to be even closer as he entered her with exquisite slowness. She never flinched, never took her eyes off him, even though he had to fight for each inch. By the time he was completely buried in the heated depths of her body, he was shaking.

“Perfect.” Thank God, she was the one to say it.

“Yes, love.”

But then her eyes twinkled as she tightened her snug little pussy around his cock. “But it might be even more perfect if you moved—”

She didn’t get the chance to finish. His pent-up need erupted as he withdrew, then pushed back in hard and fast as she rose to meet him. He put a hand under her ass, holding her in place as he plunged harder, faster, deeper. He heard her cry out, felt her convulse around him, but he couldn’t stop, lost to everything but the need to fill her with his seed, to make her his in every way. Fire streaked down his spine as his body tightened, and then his roar echoed against the rocks as he exploded inside her in long, satisfying waves.

His knees weakened, but he remembered to keep his weight off of her even as he gathered her close. She felt so small and delicate in his arms, but she had met him with every stroke.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly as he raised his head to look at her.

“Of course. That was perfect.”

Even behind the mask, he could tell she was smiling. Her eyes were suspiciously bright, but she wasn’t crying.

“No tears?”

“No tears. No regrets. Remember that, John.”

There was an unsettling finality in her words, but he refused to acknowledge it. He reluctantly pulled free, and she sat up. She stretched lazily, the picture of feminine satisfaction, but he saw the minute her face turned serious.

“We don’t have to investigate,” he reminded her. “We can call the rangers.”

“No. I have to know what they’re doing.”

Why? The unspoken question hung in the air between them but he would wait until she realized it was safe to tell him