Stranded with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol

Author:Cara Bristol [Bristol, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Cara Bristol
Published: 2015-09-19T23:00:00+00:00

BROCK HATED TO see Pia so upset. Circumstances had forced him to undermine her confidence, make her doubt herself, question her senses. He kissed her to comfort her, to quell his guilt, but, once his lips touched hers, he recognized his reasons for the lies they were.

He needed her. She filled the void, allowed him to pretend he was a whole man and not part machine, an artificially enhanced grunt, one level above a baggage droid. To feel her against him, to know that a woman wanted him, that this woman desired him, allowed him to forget what he was and to dream of what might be. He stroked her mouth with his tongue. She filled his senses, warmed his blood, invaded his head, his marrow, his cells. Temperature spiked; his computer brain signaled his nanocytes to cool his reaction, but he countermanded the directive, ordered his microcomputer into sleep mode so the man could awaken.

Pia moaned, a sexy sound that shot straight to his cock. He pulled her closer, and she wound her arms around his neck. Pillowy soft breasts pressed against the hard wall of his chest.

Take it slow. Don’t rush it.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, letting silken strands flow over his hand. As soft as her hair was, it wasn’t as smooth as her skin, the perfect line of her jaw, her throat, her delicate collarbone. The trail led to her breasts, and it was perfectly natural to cup one generous mound. Her nipple hardened against his palm.

Pia nibbled his lower lip, sending electrical currents up his spine. He hadn’t touched a human woman in this way since before his transformation. And this wasn’t any woman, but Pia. Former teenage termagant, bane of his existence, maddening, stubborn, persistent, indomitable, beautiful, sexy Pia. The ambassador. His protectee.

And he was a cyborg, not lover material, not a man who could be there for her long-term. It wasn’t right to mislead her, to use her to soothe his loneliness, to try to ease an ache that never subsided. What he would take from her could not be given back.

Brock released her breast and wrenched his mouth away from her lips. Unhooked her arms from around his neck. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” He dragged air into his lungs.

“I think it’s a great idea.”

She walked her fingers up his chest to trace his jaw, lighting fires along the way. Her self-confidence had rebounded. Good for her; bad for him.

He went rigid, steeled himself to her touch. “There are things you don’t know about me.” He could admit that much.

“There are things you don’t know about me.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m not easily deterred.”

Despite his emotional upheaval, he laughed. “Pia, that was the first thing I learned about you.”

“Then you know resistance is futile.” She kissed him, and his willpower collapsed. Repercussions and recriminations could hold until morning. He took control of the kiss, plundering as if a siege could calm his torment.

Her neck beckoned, and he nipped and nuzzled her soft skin then pushed aside her collar to get at her shoulders.

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