Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

KENZIE

" W e 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 of him .

"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."

I lift my head. "I'm still processing what happened, but I wanted you from the moment I met you, Kobrik."

He takes my face in his hands while he stares into my eyes.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," I say, slipping the strap off my other shoulder, until the baby-doll top slides down my torso.

Kobrik picks me up, my top abandoned on the floor as I wrap my legs around him. We kiss as he carries me back to the bed where he lays me down, then turns to strip. That ass… Oh, my. I can see myself nipping it and every other part of him.

I check the calendar on my nightstand. Post occupation, birth control is virtually non-existent and condoms are too damn expensive. The little black star in the corner of October eleventh tells me I'm safe.

"Hey!" I yelp as Kobrik pulls me to the end of the bed where he's kneeling.

"What are you—" I stop mid-sentence as he slides my panties down and spreads my legs. "You're going to kiss me there?"

He quirks a brow. "Should I not?"

"Yes, you should!"

He chuckles as he kisses his way up my legs while he runs his hands over my pussy. A finger slips into my slit, and damn, I'm incredibly wet. I've never been touched there, not by a man's hand.

Kobrik horns curve back completely, nearly disappearing from my line of sight. Determination and lust flash in his deep blue eyes.

When he licks his lips, my pussy gushes. He's really going to?—

He dives in, his tongue entering my folds and I'm immediately struck by the pleasure, the intimacy , of his touch.

With the flat of his tongue, he licks me—licks me!—until my hips start moving on their own. Rising, pushing against him, begging for more.

And I do want more.

Everything he has.

Everything he is.

When he reaches that one spot, heaven help me… He sucks me into his mouth, rolling my clit between his lips. I can't talk, or think, but moans surround me. Mine?

Yes!

A pressure builds inside me, making me squirm and rock against his mouth. I shove my hands into his hair, holding him there.

He doesn't let up. A deft finger enters my core and strokes me.

"I'm going to explode."

He doesn't reply. He can't, not with his mouth on me, but I swear I hear him chuckle.

As another finger enters me, his nose, his tongue, even the scruff of his jaw brushes against my most sensitive area. He's relentless and unabashed. And he's all mine.

My entire body climbs higher and higher. My fingers dig into his hair and quickly find the bumps at the base of his horns. I play with them. Tapping, stroking, circling any and everything until I'm rewarded with a deep, sensual moan which resonates along my pussy. This is what I need. Hearing his arousal, feeling it.

I rub the bumps faster and faster matching the pace of his fingers inside me.

Another moan, almost a growl, fills the room. I lose myself to that rich timbre, my hands unable to stop. Kobrik's lips clamp down on my clit and a thousand stars burst behind my eyes.

My knees shut, trapping his head between them like a vise. I wish he could stay there forever. Wouldn't that be a sight!

As the waves calm, my legs open.

One very satisfied male lifts his head.

And licks his lips.

"Delicious, my Kenzie. We could be shipwrecked on a planet without food and I would never starve."

"I can't believe you did that. No one has ever cared to."

"This is good. It means you've been seeing fools and I have no competition for you."

"Oh, my dear Warrior. Even if it were a competition, you not only left those men in the dirt, you pounded them in, poured cement over them, and dumped a mountain of rocks on top of that."

His grin, one full of pride, warms me down to my soul. I don't understand how I could fall for someone so quickly, but there's a connection between us, and with every minute, every touch, it's growing exponentially. It's getting harder and harder to envision a life without Kobrik.

With another, albeit chaste kiss, to my inner thigh, Kobrik rises. And winces, grabbing his injured arm. Immediately, I jump from the bed and check his wound.

"There's no additional bleeding, so I think the medical glue held. But no more straining."

He grabs me by the back of my neck and holds me still while his mouth devours mine, leaving me as breathless as that mind-shattering orgasm he just gave me.

"A little pain is worth getting to sink into you." He smacks my ass. "Back on the bed. We're not done, my sweet female."

"You're still my patient and I have a duty to keep you from injuring yourself. Which includes preventing a case of blue—I mean purple—balls."

I try to turn him to the bed, but he's as immovable as a stone statue. "Get on the bed, Warrior."

He folds his arms over his beautifully sculpted chest. "You're the one who needs this tonight. You're stressed and unable to sleep."

"We both deserve a little fun."

"You, first," he insists.

"You already gave me the best orgasm of my life."

"One is not enough."

"You really think I don't know how to handle a stubborn patient. Watch and learn, Warrior."