“You shouldn’t.” A sexy smile fills her face, leaving no question what she’s thinking. My cock pulses in response.
“We both need sleep, yes?”
“Oh, we’ll sleep. The question is before or after?” Her smile reaches her eyes… and my heart.
“You’re making this hard, female.”
“Can I feel how hard?” She rises to her knees, her curvy body as enticing as her expression and thinly veiled meaning.
As her hand reaches for my cocks, I capture her wrist. “First you heal my arm and now this.”
“You earned it. Tenfold.”
She owes me nothing. I will not abandon her, nor will I take advantage of her. But I prefer a bed to the floor.
I kiss her hand, then step back and remove my boots and weapons but leave my trou on. “I will share your bed. But I will not touch you.”
“That’s a shame.” She crawls to the far side of the bed, giving me a view of her shapely ass as the thin fabric rides high on her back. “Especially since I plan on touching you…”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KENZIE
“We will sleep,” Kobrik says rather curtly as he slides into bed and turns onto his side, leaving me to face his back. And a spectacularly sculpted back it is. Well-defined muscles that demand I touch them.
I reach out and stop myself before running them over his muscles. What the hell has gotten into me? I have never, and I mean never, been so forward with a man. There’s this sexual energy emanating from Kobrik, feeding my desire to straddle and sink onto his dick. But he’s made his position clear.
No is no, even for a guy. But why did he turn me down?
Self-doubt creeps into my mind, making me reassess everything about myself. My weight, my hair, my experience, my attitude.
I’m coming on too strong. Guys don’t like that. They want meek women who do what they say.
Despite how his scent is driving me crazy, keeping my lady parts warm and ready, I close my eyes and try to sleep. Too many thoughts buzz around like my head is a hive full of restless bees.
“Am I too pushy?” I ask Kobrik. “Is that why you won’t touch me?”
No answer.
“Never mind,” I mumble and turn over, my back to his. Shame soon overtakes me and I’m too embarrassed to sleep in my own bed. I rise as quietly as I can and head into the living room. There’s no sofa to sit on. It’s propped up against the broken door.
I suddenly feel lost without Kobrik.
Then he’s there, standing behind me, kissing my neck as his hands slide down my arms, slowly, tenderly, the way I’ve always wanted to be loved. Tears coat my cheeks and I turn into his chest.
He holds me, wrapping those massive arms around me, becoming my shield against the world. He is my future and yet here I am crying. I don’t understand.
“You, my sweet Kenzie, are not pushy,” he whispers, his lips against my ears. Warm breath cascades over my neck as he peppers my jaw with tiny kisses that make my toes curl. “And you owe me nothing for saving you. Even if it weren’t my job, it is my honor.”
His lips glide down my throat. More kisses. Each one soft, slow, with purpose. Each one lifting me up and filling an emptiness within me, one I’ve ignored for too long.
Kobrik’s hand slides the spaghetti strap off my left shoulder, baring my breast. “I would walk through fire to carry you to safety. Jump off a cliff to keep you from falling. And take any blaster or bullet to the head to save you.”
His tongue circles my stiff nipple, sending a shiver through me. My body is on fire, aching for more of his words, his touch… more ofhim.
“Then why wouldn’t you touch me earlier?” I ask in a voice that is barely audible because I don’t want to ruin what’s happening here, but I have to know if it’s real.
“I had to be sure you wanted me. That it wasn’t a reaction to the trauma.”
