Chapter Thirteen
As John drove the rover back towards the rock, he realized he was watching the slender figure on top of the big horse rather than his surroundings. He used the hidden cybernetics to check again, but there were no other structures nearby, nor were there any lifeforms. He hadn’t mentioned that capability to her, just as he hadn’t told her about his mission—although he had been about to when he’d heard the rover. But he had to tell her, he decided.
Once they were back amongst the rocks, she brought Winston to a halt and slid down with unexpected grace. She was frowning at the rover when he joined her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just realized that I don’t exactly look like I usually do when I made a surprise visit.”
“I have no doubt you could carry it off, but I have a surprise for you.” He hid a smile at the suspicious look on her face as he turned to the bundled supplies on Winston’s back and retrieved one of the bags. “Here.”
“What is it?”
“One of your suits. I packed it while you were changing in your office. It occurred to me that you might want to resume your professional persona when we arrived.”
Did she flinch at his last sentence? Before he could decide, her expression cleared and she reached for the suit.
“Thank you. I’ll just go and change—” She cast a somewhat frustrated look at the barren surroundings.
“You’re welcome to change right here,” he suggested helpfully, meeting her gaze with limpid innocence when she shook her head at him.
“I suppose I might as well. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”
Deliberately holding his gaze, she unfastened the coverall and let it fall to the ground. All the blood in his body rushed to his cock. Her pale body, completely naked, glowed against the surrounding rocks. A cool breeze whispered past them, and her nipples stiffened to small pink peaks, but she didn’t flinch, standing there defiantly. He took a step towards her, then another, before he remembered their destination and came to a halt.
“You, my love, are a tease.”
“A tease is someone who doesn’t deliver what she promises.” Her voice had turned low and husky. “I’m perfectly willing to deliver.”
“Are you sure?’ he asked, even as he took another step forward.
“Yes.” Her eyes met his. “Seeing you fall like that… I thought I lost you.”
“You’re not going to lose me.”
“Aren’t I?” A shadow crossed her face. “We don’t know 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
