Ghost Of A Machine (Cyborg Sizzle Book 9) by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Two shifts later, Lethe operated at a slower speed. She sorted through the garments in a supply chamber, searching for a flight suit that was large enough to fit her C Model cyborg. He stood by the door, his arms crossed, his bare feet braced, safeguarding her.

It wasn’t necessary. No being could board her warship without her knowing about it. But arguing with him wouldn’t change his mind so she concentrated on her task.

“Human males are small.” She held a garment up to his body. It didn’t span his wide shoulders.

“Human females smaller.” Ghost’s eyes glowed as he scanned her from her forehead to her booted feet, his gaze pausing on her lips, her breasts, her hips.

She wanted him. Again. And he wanted her, his cock hard. She liked having that physical reassurance of his desire. But they were communicating with the merchant ship this planet rotation and she preferred the two sisters not gawk at his fit physique.

“This should fit you. Barely.” She tossed a flight suit at him. The fabric was gray like his skin.

He caught it in one hand, his reflexes inhumanly fast. “Brown,” he insisted on that color.

“Do you prefer brown because it’s darker?” It would easier blend into the shadows.

“Match you. Others know Mine.” His possessiveness thrilled her.

“If you want to match me, you should wear blue.” She tugged on her chest covering. “My uniform is blue.”

“Eyes.”

He wanted to wear brown because it would match her eyes. Lethe doubted any other male had ever noticed that detail about her.

“It would take time to find a brown flight suit that large.” Her voice was gruff.

“Have time.” Ghost stuffed the gray garment into the refuse chute.

“You have time,” she muttered as she searched through the remaining garments, looking for a brown flight suit able to fit his massive body. “I’m the captain. I should be on the bridge.”

“Safe.” He was more confident than she was about their guidance system.

She grumbled while she worked. He watched her, not moving from his post by the doors. Her cyborg took his self-assigned role as her protector very seriously.

Lethe was starting to believe in him, depend on him, and that frightened her. She’d learned at fourteen solar cycles that she could only count on herself.

“Here.” She threw a brown flight suit at him. “This is the last one, so don’t rip it to shreds.”

He grunted. His muscles rippled as he donned the garment. “Small.” He wasn’t able to completely fasten the flight suit.

Lethe found the triangle of exposed chest…distracting. She tore her gaze away from it, looked up at his handsome face. “It will have to do.”

He twisted his torso to look behind him. The seams strained.

“Stop that.” She smacked his arm. “We’re not fighting the enemy. We’re having a short conversation with the crew of the merchant ship.”

His lips flattened.

“Come on.” Lethe scooted around him, placed one of her hands on the control panel. The doors opened. She strode out, heading toward the bridge.

Ghost kept pace with her, the warrior looking from left to right.

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