Page 7 of Ensnared By the Rabbit Genius
“No, what do you think the oils?—”
“Commander, I swear to god?—”
“Seiwa.”
“—you had better get down here right now, or I’m going to go find security.”
He smirked at me. “And what do you think they’ll do?”
“Drag you out of here.”
The commander raised both arms and held onto the engine’s braces. I could’ve sworn he flexed. “I don’t think so,” he said very smugly.
Okay, yes, he and his muscles had a point. “Fine, then they’ll tase you.”
“What’s that?”
“They’ll shoot probes at you that will then deliver a massive electrical charge.”
He flinched back and his pink eyes widened. “That’s barbaric.”
“Well, it’s what us dumb apes have at our disposal to get giant rab—Pipsdown off of expensive and sensitive equipment when they refuse to listen to reason.”
I had time to gasp as he stepped off the engine before he landed beside me. Really close beside me. For the first time,Icould smellhim. And he smelled like sugar cookies fresh from the oven. How was that even possible? I found myself closing my eyes and pulling in a deep breath of his scent because I needed it inside me.
“Goddess, Ellis…”
I blinked up at him, discovering he was leaning down, inches from my face. I licked my lips and stared at his. Arousal was kicking my heart rate up and, yeah, I watched his pink nose twitch as he inhaled the scent of me. When he licked his lips, mine parted.
He made a growling noise. “Tell me I can kiss you.”
A shiver went through me. Not one bit of him touched me at all, and yet I could feel him everywhere. I didn’t want to deny that I was so attracted to him that I felt like I could combust from it. And I didn’t want to admit it, but there was something about being asked that really got me.
“You can k?—”
His lips claimed mine as he molded his body down the front of me. I moaned into the kiss because he was solid muscle everywhere, the fur of his shoulders was baby bunny soft, and that wasn’t a lead pipe in his pocket pressing into my abs. Our teeth bumped, his tongue teased, and I suddenly found my hands held over my head. He had me pressed back against the damn engine, standing up on my toes, with my wrists grasped in one of his big hands.
Panting in my face, he said in a rumbling voice, “Tell me I can touch more of you.”
Okay, I was developing a kink for consent. Not that I didn’t need it all the time by default, but him asking, giving me the power to deny him, was pushing all kinds of new buttons. And I just knew that if I did say no, he’d back off. That was exactly what he’d done the other day on the picnic table when he’d realized he hadn’t asked permission to touch me.
And of course I wanted to tell him to take me in every filthy way he could think of, but not in a room deep inside the Neil Armstrong Test Facility in fricking Sandusky.
“Not here. We shouldn’t…shouldn’t do anything here.”
He nodded, biting his bottom lip for a second. “But somewhere else?”
“Um. Maybe. Yeah.” Unless my brain started ignoring my dick or something.
“Then we should leave.”
He let me go and turned away to put his boots back on. I literally stumbled after him before my pride caught up and hadme straightening my back and fixing my suit like a goddamned adult. I might be hard as a rock at the moment, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t walk out of here like a grown man with my head held high.
Of course, my current state of ramrod arousal meant I was probably filling the room with fuck-me pheromones or whatever let him and the rest of the Norlons know I was up for it.
“Why aren’t you coming?” he asked from the doorway.
I snorted a laugh at his unintentional double entendre and rubbed at my eyes. “I just need a minute.”
