Free My Cyborg Savior (Crimson Romance) by Honoria Ravena Page B

against his tongue.
    For several seconds he stayed with his head pressed against her inner thigh, while the water rained down on them. His breathing was fast and harsh. He pulled back and dropped her leg. “Go. You need to go in the other room.”
    “But why? Let me touch you. Let me taste you.”
    He stood and backed away. “No, go lie down. I shouldn’t have gone this far with you. It was wrong. You’re out of it, and if you touch me now, I’m not sure what I’ll do.”
    “Everything I want.” She took a step toward him and he clasped her shoulders.
    “Go get in bed. Now.”
    She frowned at him, but quickly left the room. Did he really not want to take advantage of her because she was loopy or was it something else? She had enough control to make this decision. He must know that. But he’d made her leave anyway. She glanced over her shoulder. His back was to her, his arms braced on the stall wall. His head was down. Was he ashamed of what they’d done? He didn’t want her. In his mind she was a spoiled princess. Not someone he wanted to be with. But she’d hoped even if he didn’t want her in the long term, he would want her now. Long term wasn’t an option for them.
    He stepped back from the wall and grasped his cock in his hand. He stoked it slowly as she watched. Did he sense her eyes on him? His speed built as he tossed his head back, biting his lip. His harsh roar filled the bathroom, echoing off the walls. If she hadn’t seen him, she still would have known what he had done. White ropes of cum shot onto the floor of the shower, and coated his hand before rinsing down the drain.
    His eyes opened and his heated gaze locked with hers. She spun around and sprinted for her bed. Even after what he’d done to her, it was still embarrassing to get caught watching him jerk off. She flopped onto her stomach in bed, facing her head away from him.
    Would he really rather handle himself than be with her? Did she disgust him that much? He was beautiful when he came. She wanted to see it up close. But apparently he didn’t want her to.
    She sensed, more than heard him as he entered the room, his stare like a physical touch. “Surely you’ve watched a man masturbate before. You’re acting very shy about it.”
    “No, I haven’t. It’s something well brought up gentleman deny doing.”
    He snorted. “I’m sure they do.”
    “Galen, why did you — ”
    He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her over. “Believe me, Jamila. I want you. Never doubt that. But I can’t have you now, for the reason I’ve said. And others. I’m a slave, and if anyone found out we were sleeping together, you’d be ostracized and I’d be killed. And there are other things. Things that I can’t tell you yet. Someday I intend to have you, but not now.”
    She sighed. “Whatever. Let me fix your wound. Sit.”
    He dropped obediently at the foot of her bed, and she reached for the regenerator on the bedside table. She flipped it on and put it to his shoulder wound. It was already scabbed over. It seemed days old rather than hours. “Jeez, whatever super vitamin you’re taking, I want some.”
    He smiled. “Believe me, it’s more of a curse than anything.”
    She could believe it. The government was hunting his kind, and according to him, they’d stolen everything from him.
    The regenerator quickly said that healing was complete. She ran her hands over his smooth skin. “That should be it.”
    “Actually, you need to get the exit wound in the back.”
    He faced away from her and her gaze fell to it. She lifted the regenerator again. “Wow, the original wound must have been bad.”
    “Not enough to take me out.”
    She rolled her eyes. How macho of him. “Clearly. Well, you’re all set, even if it wasn’t necessary.”
    He chuckled. “Thank you, but you should probably stop running your palms over my back.”
    She jerked her hands away. “Right.”
    He turned around, tangled his hands in her hair, and pulled her into a