Touching Ice (26 page)

Shit, he is about to have a full-blown panic attack
. He wouldn’t release her so she bent

her knees, spread her legs until she straddled his waist, and then wiggled back a little,

hoping to force him to release her. The movement only changed his hold on her so her

knees ended up under his armpits, his arms hooking just under her knees on her lower

legs, and he turned his face into her skin, breathing hard against it.

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She pushed up, getting on her hands and knees, her back brushing the top of the

interior, and looked down. She hovered over his lap and couldn’t figure out how to

twist with him gripping her.

“Ice, you need to let me go so I can turn around to face you.”

“I need to get out of here.”

“Damn it, Ice.” Frustration swelled inside her. “You’re a big, warrior cyborg. You

were willing to take on Markus Models without batting an eyelash but now you’re

being a baby about a little room issue?”

“I know it’s unreasonable,” he whispered. “It’s not logical. It’s…” He paused. “I’m

not fighting. I want to hit something. I want to kick my way out. I am resisting the urge.

Just talk to me.”

Megan tilted her head, his lap drawing her attention, and her eyebrows rose. She

couldn’t miss the thick, long bulge trapped under his leather pants in an upward angle

toward his waist. She surmised his fear had his blood surging throughout his body. An

idea struck her.

“I’m going to distract you, Ice. Okay? I’m going to relax you.”

“Talk to me.”

“Do you know what I called you before I knew your name?”

“What?”

“Tall, gray, and sexy.” She braced one hand, balancing her upper weight on it, and

lifted the other, reaching for the fasteners of his pants. “I would lie in my bunk and

fantasize about touching every inch of you. I wanted to know if you were as muscular

as you looked on screen, run my fingernails down your back, and know what it would

be like to have you inside me.”

“What are you doing?” He sounded only slightly calmer and less panicked.

She opened his pants, shoving at them with one hand, and freed enough of his cock

to gain access to most of it. The thick shaft was hard and sprang up as soon as she

moved the leather out of the way.

“Megan? What―”

“Close your eyes for me. We’re on your bed on the
Rally
.”

She licked her lips and bent forward, her hand gripping his shaft. Ice hissed in

surprise as Megan ran her tongue over the crown of his cock, licking him, and swirling

a circle around the edge where crown met shaft.

“This isn’t going to work.” He softly groaned. “Your mouth is so hot.”

“We’re on your bed—imagine us there—and I’m going to do all kinds of wonderful

things to you. Just relax and allow me to take care of you.” She licked him again. “Just

focus on me, on this.”

Ice’s breathing changed and his hips lifted a little. One arm released her leg and his

hand wiggled between them to his hip and he shoved his pants lower. Megan smiled

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when more of his cock was freed and wrapped her mouth around Ice, sucking slowly

on his aroused flesh.

“Megan.” He groaned her name softly. “That feels so good. It’s working.”

She moaned, knowing he would feel slight vibrations from it. He hardened even

more as she slowly moved up and down on him, turning her head at different angles,

and then rose up until just the tip of his cock rested against her lower lip. She circled her

tongue over it again.

His arm moved, releasing her other leg and his hands were suddenly shoving her

shirt up her body so the bottom of it bunched on her lower back. His hands gripped her

inner thighs and slid upward. He caressed her skin as she continued to slowly tease and

taunt him. When his cock hardened so tightly that she knew he was about to come, she

stopped sucking on him. Megan released him with her mouth.

“Help me turn around.”

He hesitated and then his hold on her eased. “How? Why the hell did you lie

opposite me?”

“I didn’t start out this way. I’ll explain it all to you later.”
When we’re out of this mess,

if we survive
, she thought. “I have an idea. Spread your legs wide apart so they are

against each side and then bend them up once I’m totally between your thighs.”

He shifted his legs, spreading them, and Megan crawled forward a little. She had

more space this way and curled into a ball, shifting onto her side, and wiggled until she

turned around. She smiled and looked up at Ice as she got back on her hands and knees

and started to move up his body until she had her hands next to his waist. He was

totally fixed on her now, his focus changed from fear to getting off. Her plan had

worked. Horny, seriously turned-on males, be they human or cyborg, had that in

common.

“Close your legs now.”

They shifted so her legs moved to the outside of his. She crawled up more, until she

ended up face to face with him. She smiled and braced her weight on her bent knees

and one hand then, reaching behind her, she gripped Ice’s cock. She wiggled back,

holding him in place and got him into position. She slowly sank down on his cock,

moaning at the wonderful feel of how wet she was for him and how her body accepted

him. She released her hold on his shaft and settled on him until he was fully seated

inside her snug pussy.

“Perfect technique to alleviate my fear.” He still appeared a little pale but the

fearful, panicked look was gone from his features. “Just keep me occupied. If anyone

can do that, it is you.”

She chuckled. “I thought so. Now comes the best part.” She lifted up then slammed

down hard and fast.

Pleasure shot through her entire body at the fast motion and the way his thick, hard

shaft rubbed her in all the best places. Nerve endings shot signals directly to her brain

and she moaned Ice’s name.

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His hands gripped her hips and he lifted her easily before pulling her down on him

fast. Megan threw her head back and lightly bumped the lid of the life capsule,

reminding her that she needed to stay bent forward, no room to totally sit up on him in

the confined space. She gripped the curve of his shoulders so she was stretched out

above him.

“Slow,” she urged. “We have time.”

His eyes widened in a look of panic and Megan wanted to curse for reminding him

with her thoughtless words that they were stuck out in dead space. She rolled her hips,

her fingernails raked his skin, and she stared into his beautiful eyes.
Distract him quickly
,

she ordered herself.

“I’ve been thinking.” She rolled her hips again, teasing him, and keeping the sexual

tension high. “If we’re a family unit we should probably have a child at some point.”

Ice’s entire body tensed and he gripped her hips, locking her on top of him so she

couldn’t move. His head lifted and he frowned. The fear melted out of his gaze to be

replaced by something akin to shock.

“A child?”

She nodded. “Not right off but I’m no longer opposed. You want one, whether you

are willing to admit it or not. I saw your pain and longing when you talked about the

ones on Garden that you created. As long as you swear you’ll never leave me or divorce

me, well, I’d be happy to have one with you. My biggest objection is because of my

past.”

His mouth hung open and he didn’t say a word. Megan figured she’d stunned him

speechless. He wasn’t thinking about where they were, that was for sure. She licked her

lips and tried to move on him but he kept her in place with his big, strong hands that

gripped her hips.

“It’s something for you to think about.”

“You want me to do that now?” His eyebrows shot up.

“Sure.”

“Megan.” He frowned, causing grooves to appear at his mouth. “My DNA is

considered overused and I’m no longer valued on Garden.”

She slid down on him, going nose to nose with him until their breaths mingled. “I

happen to think your DNA is priceless and a child with you would be the best gift ever

when we’re ready to have one. I love you, Ice. I never want to be without you and I’d be

honored to give you little Ice babies.”

“Babies?” His eyes widened. “Now you want more than one?”

She laughed at his expression and lowered her gaze to his mouth. “Kiss me. We can

practice making them until we’re both ready to discuss this again. You can tell me how

many since I know you’re a control freak.”

Beautiful silvery-blue eyes narrowed and he suddenly drove his hips up, forcing his

cock deeper inside her. “Was this mention of offspring just to keep me calm?”

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A moan tore from her lips. She shook her head. “I mean it. I figured I have your full

attention right now so it was a good time to bring it up.” Her mouth brushed his. “I

ache for you. Will you make love to me slowly? I want to savor every second of having

you inside me.”

“Slow next time. I need you,” he rasped, lifting her hips and slamming her back

down onto him, thrusting every inch of his hard flesh inside her.

His strength turned her on as he lifted her and pulled her down, helping her ride

him fast and hard. Pure rapture spread through her body with every movement, every

up-and-down glide of her body on his, and their breathing turned choppy as they

moved faster together, frantically trying to reach climax. The pleasure increased with

the speed until it became nearly unbearable for Megan. Her inner vaginal walls

clenched, gripping him tighter, and then she screamed, coming hard.

Ice’s body arched under hers, his back leaving the padded floor, and he threw back

his head as Megan’s muscles milked his cock, sending him over the edge with her as he

roared her name.

“Warning,” the computer voice suddenly spoke. “Oxygen consumption over the

safety limit. Life forms in danger.”

Ice jerked, his head lowering. “What is that? Who is that?”

Megan grinned, panting, and opened her mouth to explain about the onboard

computer but she suddenly felt lightheaded. Her grin died as she realized what had

happened. She saw Ice’s eyes widen with alarm and then she collapsed on his chest. His

body turned limp under hers and his hands dropped away from her hips.

The computer had gassed them to knock them out, thinking they were unruly

passengers who needed to be calmed. Megan tried to fight passing out but the

chemicals worked fast. Blackness rushed at her as she lost consciousness.

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“That should do it. Should we lift her off him?”

Those were the first words Megan heard as she started to come around. The drugs

the computer had used to subdue her and Ice would leave them sluggish and a little out

of it until they wore off. She remembered what had happened and tried to make sense

of why she heard male voices instead of the automated, computer one. She had to be

dreaming or imagining things. Her eyes opened and she stared at the padding on the

side of the capsule.

The bright light made her want to groan. For some reason they’d been put on full

bright, and she sprawled on top of Ice. Her cheek rested over his heart and her arms

were stretched above her over his shoulders, her hands loosely curled next to his warm

neck. Under her, Ice stirred, a soft groan coming from him, and inside her, his cock

twitched. They were still physically connected.

“Drugged,” he groaned.

“I know.” She rubbed her cheek against his warm chest. Her skin tingled, another

side effect from the gas they’d been exposed to. “The computer probably thought we

were freaking out and triggered the drugs to calm us down.”

His arm moved and Megan realized that Ice was wiping her hair away from his

face. He blew out air and then turned his head. She lifted hers and stared down into his

sleepy, sexy eyes. She smiled.

“Calmer now? How did I do, getting a handle on your fear? I’m hoping you have

another panic attack. I could totally go another round.”

He smiled and then his gaze shifted from hers to something behind her. His smile

died and she watched his beautiful gray skin pale until he nearly turned a milky white.

Whatever he saw alarmed her. Had something gone wrong when she’d hit her head on

the lid? There were some control functions there. She jerked her head around to follow

his stare.

The lid stood open and she wasn’t staring at a set of controls. She saw metal beams

far above her and two cyborg males were standing over them, both smiling, and she

knew one of them. Flint winked.

“Hello. I’m glad that you are with us again. We hoped the oxygen would revive

you when we opened the lid. You were both unconscious.” Flint arched an eyebrow.

“We’ll back away while you fix your clothing.” His gaze lowered down Megan’s body

and he chuckled. “And put pants on.”

Heat flamed Megan’s cheeks, realizing that she straddled Ice, her body naked from

the waist down. She sat up slowly, afraid to move off him, and peered over the edge of

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the open capsule. She recognized the cargo bay of the
Star
immediately and saw a