What patience Gibs had evaporated, tainting his vision red.“Davis, find the poison.”His roar drew cries of alarm from the medical personnel and patients around him.He didn’t care.
Davis jerked back.“Right.On it.”
She frowned, having missed so much.Beside her, Nenn’s breathing was even but not deep.“You’re still awake?”she asked, pushing up to glance at him.
“I like this story,” he whispered.
“So do I,” she said.“Can’t you sleep?”
“No,” he said, cupping her face with his rough palms.
“If I had my injection gun, I could give you something for it.”
His husky chuckle grazed across her senses.“Indeed.”
“That is if your physiology can handle our pathetic medicine.”She twirled a pattern on his chest, loving the velvety texture of his skin.
He caught her fingers and trapped them against him.“My tisane usually calms me.”
“You don’t mind if I sleep?”She covered a yawn by pressing her temple to his knuckles.
“Of course not,” he said and curled his arm, bringing her tighter into the curve of his body.
“Okay,” she mumbled with her cheek once more on his chest.“Play audiobook.”
Gibs collapsed into the closest chair, dropping his face into his hands.This made no sense.Why target Naomi?Why spur a romance when there was none?Well, none from her side.Was it a side effect of the toxins scouring her system?Shame hit him hard, burning his cheeks anew.He’d wanted her, relished the feel and taste of her, yet she suffered, drugged with who knew what.Had he been on his game, he’d have noticed sooner, reacted quicker.
If she died, it was on him.
Tiny heard no more.
Someone rolled her onto her left side, then pulled her snug against hard loins.Heat engulfed her back.She smiled.Nenn had stayed with her.Instincts said it was morning, but she was loathe to move.She got to ‘cuddle’ without sex; the second choice in her book.
He rubbed his hand over her hip then inched her shirt up, sighing when he reached her waist.There, he splayed his fingers, digging them into her then releasing without causing pain.Only a desperation remained.She wiggled, trying to ease the growing ache between her thighs.That man had no right to affect her like he did.Either that or she needed sex more than she’d thought.
The kiss at her neck made her shiver.He was so gentle and sweet, nuzzling her hair out of the way to press his cheek to hers.“Tiny,” he rasped.“Please teach me.”
She twisted to catch his mouth with hers while she snagged his hand and brought it to her breast.A groan passed from her to him when he flicked a thumb across her nipple.She pinched her thighs, longing burning at her core.He deepened the kiss and snatched her thoughts, urging her to kiss him back.Her neck muscles twanged, but she had every intention of ignoring the discomfort.
When he teased both breasts, she grabbed his hand and slid it lower, whimpering when he cupped her sex.Through her leggings, his stroking had her breathless.She wanted to strip so that nothing hindered him.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you need?”His voice was husky, summoning another shiver.
Her thoughts were hard to grab onto.“Inside,” she managed, yanking up the hem of her shirt to take his hand past her waistband.His palm across her bare stomach shot fire through her.But that couldn’t compare to his fingers feathering across her clit.She cried out, arching into his touch.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Oh, no, don’t stop,” she said between ragged gasps.
“You are so soft and slick.”
“Ah-ha,” she mumbled when he rubbed her back and forth.“There,” she said when he circled her clit.
“You like this?”
She was past listening to him or talking while he continued to tease her.Need burned.The cliff drew near.She climbed, desperate and afraid he’d stop.Every flick made her whimper.The sensations shuddering her body were so exquisite.He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth but fumbled his fingers.The change in the rhythm was so unexpected, it threw her into an abyss of sweet pleasure.She screamed, riding an orgasm like no other.Heat, ice, tingles, and waves of bliss bombarded her until she trembled against him.
